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Dominic

By: Truth74



Hi, the name's Ellen Franklin. I used to think that I was an average pretty girl, but now I know there's nothing average about me. It all started out as a little harmless thought. I have to admit I was surprised with myself when I started my little fantasy about a guy that worked at a store in the mall. I didn't know his name, but I didn't care. I figured I'd never see him again, since I rarely go to the mall. At first glance, he seemed to be in his early thirties, but I was too afraid to ask. I, myself being 25, didn't know if he was married, but a guy with such striking presence had to be. Or maybe he was gay. I felt ashamed that I would be thinking about him when I had a perfectly good man at home.

However, my thoughts would wander to his powerful body and his round ass when I wasn't satisfied fully. Amazing what a one time meeting will do to a girl's head. As I fingered my spit slick pussy I would imagine other men inside me. It didn't have to be this guy but he'd do. When I got caught doing it, my husband got upset. I decided I would be more instructive and abandoned the whole masturbation afterwards plan. Besides, sometimes I didn't need to or was too tired.

I'd pushed the mystery man from my mind for maybe a year, until I realized I'd been avoiding the mall, and decided to go to 'his' store. There he was. His long dark brown hair fell in waves over his face as he read something at the register. What was a thirty-something year old guy doing working at a store in the mall anyway? He sort of answered my question when I finally got close enough to see his managerial name tag. Dominic. I meowed in my head as I repeated it. He lifted his leonine head and focused his electric blue eyes at me. He smiled slightly and said, "Hi, can I do something for you?" His deep penetrating near whisper made me quicken inside.

As I thought, 'You can do whatever you like,' I said, "I'm looking for something special for my husband."

With a slight change in his demeanor, he tilted his head and said louder, "You're married? I thought the ring was just for show. Some girls do that to keep away the riffraff." He scanned my slim long legged body, and asked a silent question. I knew he hadn't a clue as to how old I was. I'm blessed with the body of a teenager and flawless dark chocolate skin. When I pull my hair back, I can pass for sixteen, maybe less if I wear a baggy shirt to hide my breasts. Today, I was dressed modestly in a small shirt and a stretchy pair of pants. I think he figured I was legal and took me in a little more than I liked. I'm sure, if I was capable of being red, I would have resembled a beet. I smiled back, "No charade here."

He firmly said, "You're sure you're married, little girl?"

As enamored with his body as I was, I still got a little angry at the little girl thing.

"Look, I was wondering what kind of shirts you have."

"Okay," he smiled calmly and offered a selection of shirts my husband Ron would like. He left me to choose the one I wanted, and I got a view of his hair flowing down as he tossed it out of his face. He repositioned himself at the register and, after giving me a few more good head tosses for my trouble, finally pulled his hair into a loose ponytail. He caught me watching and looked away quickly. He seemed annoyed with my attention, so I decided to get out before I made more of an idiot of myself. As he gave me back my credit card, he looked down directly in my eyes and said, "I'm sorry, Ellen Franklin. I get so many kids in here. They think we'd stock cigarettes, since we've got the wine in the back."

I whispered, "It's okay."

His fingers were warm on my fingers, and I wanted them to be other places on my body. I shook off the thought and started to walk out of the store with my card in my hand.

"Uh, Ellen!"

When he called after me, I didn't think that he'd run up and kiss me, ...but, he did hand me my purse, which I'd left on the counter. I felt like the biggest moron on the face of the earth. His gorgeous smile made me shrug off the shame and go home. As soon as I got home, I went online to talk to one of my friends. I needed to purge my fantasy. No one was on! I contented myself with listening to the endless drone in the chat room. I was just about to shut my computer down, when I heard a low soft voice come on.

"I saw her again today," the voice nearly rumbled.

It caught my interest immediately. I didn't see the guy's name, but I wanted to know who it was.

He spoke again, "I don't know what I'm gonna do. She's just as hot as before. I think she caught me looking at her, this time. I just thought I'd vent."

It was Ire_It_ takesawhile03. I'd seen him around in chat, but he'd never spoken out load before.

I typed in:

Who did you see?

He sighed heavily, "My_queen, I saw the most sensual girl I've ever seen again today, but I couldn't even talk to her." my_queen_is_gone99: So, what's the problem? "At first, I thought she was out of my league, but now she seems more open. I wanted to touch her, but I've no reason to. She probably thinks I'm weird anyway."

my_queen_is_gone99: Take it slow. Introduce yourself, and go from there. You don't want to scare her off. Your a big guy. I remember you saying that, right? "Yeah, I'm 6'3". I guess, I could talk to her more when and if I see her again. ....My_queen? Why aren't you talking?"

my_queen_is_gone99: because I'd rather stay anonymous. And I like to hear a man call me his queen. :D

A coy laugh came over followed by, "I bet you do."

my_queen_is_gone99: See, you're back into the swing already. Go get her tiger. I got offline and thought about what I'd said to him. I could follow that myself. I was just being silly with the school girl crush routine, anyway. It's not like I was planning on cheating. The next time I needed to get something from there, I'd be self assured. He couldn't be as great as I was building him up to be.

The next time, I strode right in and introduced myself. Dominic responded, "I know, Ellen. I couldn't forget you. You nearly left me your purse." I knew he hadn't meant to embarrass me when he responded to my change in expression. "And, let's not forget that I thought you were underage."

He apologized again for his abruptness, then he smiled and softly asked what his store could do for me. I smiled back and said, "What kind of entertainment stuff do you have?"

"Whatever the lady desires. I even have a few things in a back room I haven't put out, if you like."

"Um, okay."

After a few weeks of coming in every few days, I decided I shouldn't go so often to talk to some guy as he's lifting boxes and making himself look generally powerful and appealing. He never came too close or hit on me, which also annoyed me a bit. Didn't that mean he wasn't even the least bit interested in me? I told the chat room that I was swearing off my crush. I didn't say anything to him, but he got this look on his face when I said good-bye. I guess I kind of lingered on the farewell. That night, I went up to my husband and gave him the time of his life, but it wasn't enough. I tried to satisfy my urges by chatting with a few people on the net. I didn't care if it was a girl or boy. Just as long as they gave me what I wanted. I even had a go at Ire_It, but he wasn't interested. He said he had enough married women after him as it is. My response was to say that I'd never let him in real life, so he should take it while he could get it. He said I should go back to my imaginary guy and not distract him from his woman. I said he wasn't imaginary and that he should follow his own advise and stop mooning like a puppy dog.

my_queen_is_gone99: Why would you want someone you can't even talk to, when you could have me? Ire_It_ takesawhile03: Look , you little black cock tease, I need a real woman with a real pussy. If you don't want to give it, don't complain

about not getting any.

I apologized for making him angry, but I thought he knew I was joking. I found another chat room to frequent, because he knew a little more than I wanted. How did he know I was black? I never posted a picture. Maybe, I told him to kiss my black ass or something.

When I decided to turn up at the store again, I didn't walk straight over to Dominic. I played it cool and went through the new music section. I found one of my favorite songs from high school on the sample list and I played it. I caught my own laugh as the song started in my head phones. Memories of unspoken crushes drove me to near tears at the sound of the ending chorus. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I ripped the phones off in fear. He just stood there staring at me. I let out the breath I was holding and I said, "That song brought back a bunch of old memories." 'And feelings.'

His hand was still on my shoulder when he said, "That's why it's still on the list. You're feeling better, now?" He let his finger slide down my arm and rest at my elbow for a second before releasing me. I reached out for my only chance and touched his arm in return. He covered my hand with his and smiled.

"Where've ya been?" His voice was soft and caressing.

I smiled at him and said, "I come here too much."

"Yeah, you do. You want a job or something?"

I laughed at the joke and started to move away.

"You're coming back tomorrow. We're having a sale."

"I didn't see an ad..."

"It's a special sale. For a select few."

"Okay, and why am I invited?"

"You come in here all of the time, Ellen. I figured, I'd finally meet your husband if I gave you a discount."

I laughed and said, "Sure, I'll bring him with me."

"Good, then I'll size up the competition."

Size up the competition? Was I acting so obvious for these few weeks? I didn't ask him what he meant by that. I just went home and told my husband that there was a sale I wanted him to go to. Ron's response was puzzlement and then a comment about shoes. I was so excited. Why was I so attracted to this guy? I didn't know what to wear, so I just grabbed the nicest t-shirt I had and some jeans.

When we got there, Ron looked at the store and said, "It's not so special."

"I would beg to differ," Dominic said as he shook his hand.

He put a hand on my shoulder and slid it down my arm again. Ron didn't notice because he was looking through the store.

"Dominic?"

"Call me Dom," Dominic said as he looked at me.

"Yeah, Dom," my husband, corrected himself and said, "What kind of money do you make from this?"

"I make a pretty good living. Partly off of Ellen's money," he smiled as he kept his fingers on my elbow.

Ron laughed.

"Anything in the store is at extreme discount, Ron. You just let me know what you two want, and it's yours."

His fingers went to the inside of my arm and stroked the skin as he held me back. "Why didn't you tell me he was white?" His breath tickled my ear as he whispered to me. His other hand went under the back of my shirt and he let his lips brush against my ear. I grew warm just by smelling his subtle odor, but his hand stroking the skin of my back was making me wet. I hadn't reacted sexually to a man's touch in a long time.

"It never occurred to me to tell you that," I replied honestly. I thought, 'Are you thinking since you're white you'd have a chance with me? You WOULD!'

"I know. I thought I'd be dealing with a big stud, and all I get is this." Nick waved toward Ron's 5'10" thin frame and shook his head at me.

"Big stud?"

"I'm gonna shut up, now," he sighed as he let go of my arm, "before I say something stupid."

He walked off and talked to an employee. The person rushed off and came back with something small. Nick took it and pulled out a pen. I looked to Ron and told him the coat he'd selected was a good look for him. When I looked back in his direction, Dominic was gone. Convinced now that I'd taken this whole fantasy too far, I clung to Ron's general vicinity if not literally his arm. When we came to check out, Dominic's smile was genuine and he took 70% off of everything. Ron whistled and gave him a check. I didn't quite want to look at him. I was afraid of what I would see. When we were all set to go, Dominic followed and handed me something hard and rectangular. He shoved my hand toward my pocket and I put it away for later.

"You guys enjoy the stuff, and come back soon," he smiled.

When I got home and to the bathroom, I locked the door and took a look at what he gave me. It was a plastic business card holder. I opened it to find a piece of paper and a card. I read the message.

Ellen,

You either know what you're doing, or you're just as innocent as I thought you were.

If you're going to come see me, I'll be in the back room tomorrow, so ask someone to show you back there.

Dom

I folded the letter back up. Yes, I had an idea I was getting to him. I tore the paper into little pieces and flushed some of it. That was it. I'd never go back there again. After all, I was a married girl. I felt the heavy paper of the card for a moment before turning it over. At first, I didn't see anything on the card. Then, the light gray letters came into view.

After seeing the competition, I've decided I'm coming to get you.

We've wasted enough time as it is. Dom

I was both frightened and enflamed by it. Some guy wanted me so bad that he'd want to come and get me. I tossed the card, too. I went in and finished the evening as we had planned. Ron was as distant as ever and I just needed to set my mind at ease. I decided to settle on a little self manipulation. Instead of hiding it, I sat down on the couch next to Ron and pulled down my pants. He raised an eyebrow at me and looked back at the TV. I reached into my panties and looked at the pinkness of my pussy. I spread my lips and looked at the tiny little clit hidden within. It had been neglected for far too long just to be good to my husband. I traced a lazy circle around it to prolong my pleasure. When he realized I wasn't stopping, Ron raised my shirt and licked an already stiff nipple. I stroked forcefully on my little love button until I could feel myself start to contract. Ron shoved two fingers inside me and I came. It felt good to have him help me for a change. Then he opened his fly and asked me to suck it. I figured I'd return the favor. He was ready for me and as I slid my lips around his dick, he put his hands on my face to direct my motion. I knew what he wanted, but he insisted on the hands over my face. I sucked him off just the way he wanted. It was better than penetration to him. I thought it was a chore. He hadn't drilled me in way too long. It was as if my pussy didn't exist anymore. He kissed me softly and we went to bed. I felt this cramping in my lower abdomen as my insides begged for release.

The next morning, I woke up and got ready for work. Ron was already gone when I woke up. He usually was. The masturbation the night before hadn't been enough. I got myself off again and got dressed for work. I was just about to open my car door when a black SUV blocked the drive. I thought about whether I could make it back into the house before whoever it was jumped out and attacked me. I couldn't move as I watched the driver's door open. Dominic looked at me from over the hood. He didn't smile as he walked deliberately toward me. He looked around at the houses in the neighborhood and put a finger to his lips. I wasn't planning on making any noise, but just the gesture made me afraid. He walked toward the door and I followed. I asked him what he was doing. He just asked to be let into my house. I opened the door with this odd sensation. He was too close. I didn't know what he wanted yet, but I'd always wanted him. I couldn't look at him when he sat down on the couch.

"Are you okay with me being here? You seem a bit off this morning."

"I'm just surprised to see you."

"I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable. I don't mean to. You don't know how you've gotten under my skin, girl. I've been wondering how your smooth dark thighs feel. And those lips... You probably get that all of the time. I want you to know how serious I am about this. I don't want you out of revenge or fear. I won't break up the arrangement you have here. It's up to you whether you want to sneak around or not."

I thought about it for a few minutes as he watched me sit down across from him.

"You don't have to make any decisions just yet." His voice was firm yet inviting. "It should be up to you."

As I watched, he slowly moved his hand over his crotch.

"I'm sorry." He was focused on my thighs. I hadn't straightened my skirt and he could see a glimpse of my blue lace panties. I had the ability to make him aroused. I hadn't felt that way in a while. I spread my legs so that he could see the outline of me. The lioness was on the prowl. Well, maybe not really wanting to capture prey, but interested in it anyway.

"Don't be sorry." I felt my abdomen tighten as I said this.

"Can I see it," he calmly asked as he moved closer. I nodded, but I wasn't as sure of myself.

He knelt down and put his strong fingers on my thighs. He roughly ran his palms up the outside of my legs and pulled the slightly damp fabric down to my feet. His intensity increased when he saw my hair covered opening. He spread my legs and put his face close but not touching my slit. He pulled in a long breath and moaned, "You smell so good." Why didn't I move? I put my hands on his and ran them down his arms. He quickly moved up and gripped my butt. He planted a kiss on my mound. I moved forward and pushed at his shoulders. He dragged me toward the edge of the chair. "I can smell it on you, El. I know you have to put up a fight. I understand. But, why not just let this happen. You can say I forced you, if you really want to," his words were a low growl.

"I can't do this! I'm married!" I sounded like a moron at this point, since I did let him expose my pussy. "Let me help you," He whispered then put his tongue on me.

I never felt so charged up. He licked my clit gently and looked up at my strained face. I closed my eyes and braced myself against the back of the chair. He alternated rough forceful jabs with gentle teasing strokes of his sucking. I felt myself trembling from the attention. He stopped and I let out a groan of disappointment, until he shoved his experienced tongue into my entrance. I cried out at the unexpected pressure. "You've been neglected," he rumbled up at me.

He forced his tongue in more and sucked in my wetness. I couldn't stand the intense sensation and I pulled away. His fingers dug into my ass and pulled me up to stand. His head was covered by my skirt as he continued to lick and suck at my overcharged clit and lips. My knees started to give way and he held me up as he kept me on his face. I found myself moaning and gasping as he pushed his tongue into me again. He finally concentrated solely on my clitoris and I jumped away. I didn't want to come. It was humiliating. I'd never came for anyone but Ron. I held my hands over my crotch as he crawled after me into the hallway.

"Come on! You were nearly there!" He seemed more frustrated than me.

He got off of his knees and pulled his shirt over his head. He smiled as I watched his muscled chest ripple as his hands move to open his pants. I froze again when I saw the monstrous thing slowly make its début. His penis pointed at his chest as he kicked off his shoes and slid his pants all the way off. He saw my trepidation and said, "It won't hurt you." He pulled me close and unbuttoned my blouse. I slid it off myself and let my skirt fall down my legs. He opened my bra with a little effort and massaged my waiting breasts. I knew I wouldn't protest anymore.

I led him to the bedroom and let him lay me down. I'd cooled off some, but it took very little to make me go over the edge. He seemed so pleased to have finally done it. I didn't wait until the feeling was over to get him off. I worked my way down his body. I kissed his eyelids and sucked on his earlobe. I tasted myself in his mouth as our tongues rolled in each others mouths. I left angry bruises on his firm chest with my lips and teeth. He caressed my back as I slid down his body and put my hand on his cock. I'd never felt a thing so big. It was awkward to try to stroke it with my small hand. I sat on my heels to get a better view. He just watched as I examined him. I made the decision then that I was too small for him to fuck. Ron was nearly too much when he decided to enter me, and Dominic was way bigger in every way. I used both hands to stroke his huge dick and he sighed in appreciation. It grew in my hands! I put my mouth around the head of it and tasted his pre. It didn't taste any different than Ron's. Maybe they all tasted like that. I watched his eyes close as I licked just under the glans and sucked out his pre-cum. I felt his hips tense as I fondled his body and let my head slowly take in more of him. When I got as much as I could, I cupped his balls and began to give him a ride. As I sucked him in and out, I enjoyed the quiet sighs and grunts I drew from him. I was just getting into it when he grabbed my head and gently pushed me off. "I can't reach you," he moaned as his hand went out toward my ass. "I need to do something with my hands."


Dominic



"Denise adjusts the demon mask, getting the fit just right over her eyes. She smiles deviously at you, her chest heaving."

Based on an image by Curveball.

It sat, grinning evilly, on a lighted pedestal nestled deeply inside the Tru Hollywood store, a perfect rendition of Mr. Twist, from last year's cult horror. A young woman cautiously steps into the light for a better look, hand clenched on her chest, gulping involuntary at the fearsome countenance before her.

Fire red scaled skin, a hooked aquiline nose, thorny protrusions framing the jaw and eyes and two horns rendered Twist's demonic nature obvious. But with his black lips twisted into a mischievous grin, there was more to Twist than that.

Denise bit her lip expectantly as the mask seemed to almost wink at her under the hot overhead lights. How she longed to put it on, stretch his scaly demon flesh over her own, become something... different...

"Hey babe! What're you looking at?"

"Oh uh, just some movie memorabilia.."

"Everything in this place is movie memorabilia- hey! That's a wicked looking sculpture!"

She began to roll her eyes. David had been great, really. She hadn't met anyone like him. It was hard to describe; he had this suffusive charm that made everyone around him feel better, about him and themselves. He rarely stood out amongst other guys, but everybody liked him- and she couldn't help but stop herself at his ignorance.

He had been really understanding so far, she conceded, about her interest in horror films. He had never liked them himself, but he still sat through all 6 parts of John Gonzalez's seminal 1978 classic, The Rise of the Dead, and still deferred to her preference for campy teen horror every time they couldn't agree at the cinema.

"Its a mask, actually."

Denise found it difficult to explain what appealed to her about horror films. It wasn't the plot, which was rarely nuanced, nor was it the characters, who generally filled stereotypical roles.

It was the monsters. The zombies, vampires, beasts... yes, the demons. The more gory, terrible, or evil they looked, the more they appealed to her. Hulking, shambling, grinning, cackling evil- there was a perverse pleasure in being a monster, something to be feared and terrified.

And she liked masks. In fact, in her most private moments she confessed she had a fetish for them. All that stretchy rubber clinging tightly to skin, giving her a new appearance...? She loved halloween, but for a curvaceous woman such as herself, she found herself limited to sexy variations on various professions. Which was a shame.

"Oh..? Hey, you're right- wow. You think it was the one they used in the movie?"

"I doubt so, probably just a replica."

"Well its really well made!"

It was. As much as she wanted to mask on Halloween, even if she did all that was available were cheap party store masks, with melty looking faces and poorly painted details. This was different. Anyone wearing the mask would be Mr. Twist. She wanted desperately to pull it over her head... transform...

"Damn, its expensive..."

"Well, even if it is a replica they probably made it off the original molds... you have to pay for quality."

"Hmm...."

"What?"

"You're interested in it, aren't you?"

David didn't know. How could he? How would she bring it up? He'd think her weird, walking around the house like that... she didn't want to ruin what they had together with some kink she had never confessed to anyone. But as she stared at it, it almost dared her...

Buy me. Put me on. Come on. Let the demon out.

"I liked the movie, and it might be a good addition to my horror collection, something to put on my desk shelf, you know? Anyway, yeah, its expensive. Lets forget about it."

"Yeah..."

As his girlfriend turned away from the pedestal, David pulled out his phone and took a quick snapshot.

Yeah. It was expensive. But Denise was worth it.

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David sat the mask down on the dining room table.

It was such a curious thing, staring back at him. If she was going to use it as a bust, why not get a sculpture? And that shelf of hers mostly had zombie stuff- Twist's bright red grinning face looked seriously out of place.

But he was getting ahead of himself. This wasn't just for anyone- this was for Denise, and what was important was that she wanted it and she'd be happy if he got it for her.

He gave a long sigh. It had been 3 years since he met her. He was fresh out of law school and working his way up in the firm, when Shelley asked if he was free Thursday night. He was surprised to find that Shelley hadn't come alone- Denise seemed surprised as well at his appearance. In hindsight, knowing how nosy Shelley tended to be, she probably tried to match them up. Denise had just ended a relationship with a man only 6 months prior was her fiancé. At 28 and suddenly single at a time she never expected to be, she felt a bit uncomfortable about dating again.

Still, David was only 25. He seemed a strange choice for Shelley to match up with her. Shorter than average amongst guys he never felt like he stood out, and hadn't had that much dating experience whilst studying for his JD. He took care of himself, to be sure, but-

Denise was a bombshell. Exceptionally fit, with hips just the right size and frankly impressive breasts, she was hot, the sort of woman who drew eyes from all over the room wherever she went. She was beautiful as well, looking like a thinner Gina Lollobrigida in her prime. And that wasn't all- According to Shelley, she did great work at the animal hospital and was a serious tennis contender. From the moment he laid eyes on her, David thought she was out of his league.

But somehow he won her over, and before she departed in Shelley's car, Denise asked if he would be interested in going out again, just the two of them.

It had been 3 years and now he was wondering if she'd be interested in marriage again. But, getting ahead of himself again. She'd be home soon, and he wanted to see her reaction.

Turning off the lights, he carefully hid in the darkened living room, waiting for her to find Mr. Twist. He'd even parked a block down- she'd never even know he was here...

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"argh"

It had been a long day. She knew that euthanasia was the best call for cancer that advanced, but no matter what the documentation wrote about how painless it was, they never seemed to go easily. And where was David? His car wasn't parked out front. He was more a work on weekends than work late sort of man, so where could he be? She could do with a hug and one of his jokes.

Still, it might be nice to be alone for a change. Make something simple... hell maybe fry something up, she deserved it... wait-

"Oh my god." she thought, as the demonic face grinned at her, almost mouthing out those same commands...

Put me on. Come on. Let the demon out.

How did he know? Or did he? Maybe he did buy her excuse, that she wanted it for her collection... hardly, she had no place to put it. But- oh David. He was so sweet.

But he wasn't here right now. Just her and the demon.

Her heart was racing and she was starting to hyperventilate. She had to put it on. Lifting it carefully off the mannequin, she watched it turn floppy in her hands. It didn't just stop at the neck, it flopped down over her shoulders as well. She felt hot, in more ways than one. Well, it wouldn't do to put this on over her scrubs. She quickly removed her top, exposing her ample bosom, barely contained by her sport bra.

Deep breaths. Here we go.

She had worn masks before, but never a full head, rubber and silicone ensemble like this one. She had dreamed about it, of course, sometimes even while making love- but never before had she imagined-

She was stalling. She put her arms into the bottom of the mask, lifted it up, and let it slide over her features. Cool latex wrapped around her hot skin as she carefully aligned it to her face. It felt even more amazing than she had ever dreamed, being encased like this. She slowly felt herself growing wet.

But first she had to see herself. Reaching in her purse for a compact, she quickly flipped it open, to see her completely transformed into Mr. Twist. At first she couldn't help but laugh, but after pulling the usual extreme faces to test the mask, she couldn't help but return the face to that evil grin, dripping with ideas of malicious mischief...

"Gotcha!"

"What? David?!"

"Sorry! I had to see how you'd react. I thought of putting it on myself, but my head was too big, and I didn't want to damage it"

"Err, I"

"Yeah, that mannequin head is pretty lame, I got you a better bronze one for your display case-"

"Thanks, David..."

"Is it... hot in here, or...?"

What was she going to say? He really didn't know, did he? Here she was, topless if not for her bra, wearing a demon mask... he wouldn't jump to conclusions and he'd probably take whatever excuse she gave him, but....

"David, I love you."

"Well, um. I love you too?"

"I have a confession to make..."

The fearsomely demonic face softened into a tender expression, reflecting the feelings of the woman underneath...

"I lied to you before... I didn't want it for my display..."

"Oh?"

"I... like masks. I've always liked them, along with creature and monster costumes. Its part of why I like horror."

"All right..? Is that it?"

"Yeah, I guess that's it."

"Well... I'll see if I can find it in my heart to forgive you... Demon."

With a laugh and a smile, he walked over and embraced her tightly. "He doesn't understand..." she thought. But did he have to?

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For the next week or so, any time Denise found some time alone, while David was at the office on weekends or while he was out paintballing with his friends, she became Mr. Twist. Or Dominic, as she named him.

Unlike Mr. Twist, who was capricious and cruel in the movie, Dominic was... more mischievous. A ladies man, an aficionado of practical jokes, a perpetual kidder- he was David turned up to 11. She loved her beau, but sometimes she wished he wasn't so cautious, so polite and reserved.. sometimes she wished he would just take her in his arms... be bold...

Dominic was her incubus, and she couldn't resist. With all that rubber stretched over her face, she set a mirror in front of the couch. Utterly naked before her new form she stuck a finger deep inside herself and began to masturbate. Grinning viciously, the demon face taunted her aloud as she got into character.

"Yeah babe... you like wearing my face? You like being fucked wearing a mask, you sick freak?"

"mmm"

"Come on slut, fuck yourself..."

"Ahh, mmm.."

"Yeah, play with your tits babe, bounce for me. Cum for me, dirty girl.."

"ahh"

"Your pussy boyfriend never talks to you like this, does he? Well you're mine now... you'll never want to take off the mask... he'll be stuck with Dominic forever

She felt a little ashamed after these.. adventures... I mean what would her poor catholic mother think of what her daughter was doing, fucking herself while wearing a mask literally of the devil? But her Dominic was always sweet and smiled at her after she orgasmed, and she hated to take him off.

One Saturday afternoon, David came home early from a match. Luckily she was still dressed, in a sweatshirt and jeans, but as he came through the door he caught his beloved on her laptop while wearing the demon mask.

"Hey... lovely. Feeling... horny?"

He had no idea. She gave a sheepish smile and rose up to give him a hug.

"Hah, just checking some emails... you're home early..."

"Yeah they were a no show. All that trash talk at last month's tourney and they don't show up. Anyway... was I missing something?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you normally wear the mask when I'm gone...?"

Baby steps.

"I like... the way it feels. I'm... a bit kinky about rubber, you see."

"Its news to me... doesn't it get hot in there? Don't you want to take it off?"

"Not really, hah..."

"You're really a big fan of Mr. Twist-"

"Its not... Twist I'm wearing..."

"Oh?"

"Could you... call me Dominic?"

Denise gave a shy smile underneath her mask.

"Um, okay babe. Hey... Dominic.."

She prepared her best guy voice as she grinned...

"Sup bro. So why'd those douches flake out on you?"

"Hah! That's really great!"

"Dominik" gave him a light punch on the shoulder.

"What you talking about man? Anyway, you gonna move up in the league tables?"

"Totes man. Today the Northville Rangers, tomorrow, the VA Hitmen."

"Awesome, wanna grab a brew?"

"Sure... Dominic."

For the next couple of hours, the two pretended Dominic was an old college buddy hanging out while Denise was with her friends. They did guy stuff, had guy talk, played some videogames and had a couple of beers. David seemed amused by the whole thing, but for Denise it was incredible... and maddening.

She loved getting into the role, pretending to be Dominic... but the whole time the woman underneath was nearly shaking with lust. She wanted David to take Dominic right now, hell fuck him in the ass- she'd do anal for him, as long as he let her wear the mask. She'd suck him off too, wrap those black lips over his shaft...

No, that would be too weird. Have to take it slow. Don't want to freak him out. He's worth too much for that.

At the end of the night, as Dominic beat David for the second consecutive time at Fuerza Racing, she finally broke character and looked lovingly into his eyes.

"Thanks, David."

"No problem. You're really good at being Dominic! You've got to show Shelley tomorrow!"

"Oh my god! I'd love to!"

"I know! The girls will really get a kick out of it!"

She was so happy with his suggestion that she could kiss him. So she did. But that night the mask went off- reluctantly, but with the promise that very soon, Dominic would return.

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It was good to see Shelley and the girls again. While Shelley could be nosy sometimes, she always meant well, and if not for her then they'd have never met.

"So David, Denise, what's up with you two?"

"Well... apparently, Denise has an alter ego."

"Oh?"

David gave a wide grin as Denise reached into her unusually large purse, to pull out Dominic.

"Is that a mask?"

"Just wait, put it on dear."

Denise complied, stretching Dominic's features over her own.

"Omg, you look just like that guy from that movie last year."

"No way beautiful, that poser's got nothing on my swagger."

"Denise?"

"Its Dominic, but you can call me Dom. What's say you and I go out for drinks later?"

"Wow, that's incredible... hey you're pretty handsome... Dom..."

The sight of this grinning, macking male Demon hitting on Shelley and friends, incongruously attached to Denise's very curvaceous body, breasts nearly spilling out of a red cocktail dress, was something to remember. For the rest of the night "Dominic" stole the show as he cracked jokes and flirted with the girls. For once David wasn't in the spotlight, as he sat to the side, beaming at how happy Denise was to be roleplaying for an audience this time.

After the night was done, and the pair had returned home, Denise, still masked, gave her boyfriend a tender kiss.

"I love you, I love you so much. Thank you."

"Once again, its alright! I didn't know you were so into acting."

"I would... call it more roleplaying..."

"Anyway, I'm just glad to see you having fun. I'm into whatever you're into, baby."

She bit her lip.

"I want to show you... my appreciation... will you meet me in the bedroom?"

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That night they had wild sex, with Denise still wearing the mask. Despite her killer body, Denise was generally pretty reserved in the bedroom most of the time, but tonight she was insatiable. She rode him on top, screaming wildly underneath the rubber, before smothering him with her jiggling breasts. When he finally came, she did something she had never done before, and sucked his member clean with Dominic's black latex lips.

Afterwards they cuddled, with her laying Dominic's face on his chest as they embraced.

As Denise drifted off to sleep, David began to re-examine what Denise had said over the last couple of days. She said she was into rubber, but didn't own any PVC or latex clothing. And it wasn't "acting", she said, but "roleplaying". And she was still wearing the mask-

He wasn't bothered by it per say. Denise was a beautiful woman to be sure, but it was enough to know that that face was underneath Dominic's. And besides, tonight she was incredible- he'd never seen her like this, and he had already resigned himself to believing blowjobs were off limits to her.

Eventually it dawned on him. This wasn't a hobby, or an interest. This was a fetish for her. She liked masks not because they were interesting, but because they turned her own. "Dominic" was a roleplay fantasy, not just some parlor trick act.

What was he going to do about it? It was weird, yeah, but he did say he was into whatever she was into. And tonight was incredible...

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David had Monday off, and after Denise left for work in the morning, he went online to see if he could bring Dominic to life. He didn't know quite what he was looking for, he didn't even know if such a thing could be done, but eventually he found a website offering full body suits.

"Shenzhen Body Manufactory". Now open for business. It looked like they used to make sex dolls, but now had branched out into... bodysuits? For much fun disguise and prank on family have.

It seemed a bit dodgy, but they did offer custom work for a reasonable price. They also did creature suits. He picked up the phone, hoping to get someone who could speak English...

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Another long day.

She sighed. But she took solace in knowing she had next week off, and that David was working tonight, and that meant she could turn into Dominic again. She hadn't masked in front of David since that night out with Shelley. He didn't seem to get the hint, that maybe this was more than a "hobby" or "interest", but you know, that was okay. He was still amazing, and he did get her the mask.

Soon she could put on her rubber face and have another little affair with her incubus. She'd go up to her display case, take him out and-

No. No way.

The face was on the table again, grinning that same evil grin. But draped on one of the chairs was...

Oh David. It was a scaly, red, muscular full bodysuit of Dominic the demon. It was matched perfectly with the Mr. Twist mask, down to the color of the rubber. With it and the mask, she could encase herself entirely in her new identity, and bring Dominic totally to life.

He knew. He figured it out. And he was probably hiding somewhere in the dark, watching her. She should throw her arms up, and call him out on this, but she'd be asking him to play along later, so she had to play along now.

The mask was looking at her, daring her. Come on, slut. Put on the suit. Be the demon. Shove your tits under my pecs and turn into what you've always dreamed of.

Her chest was heaving with excitement. She picked up the skin and gave it a closer examination. A small flap concealed a backwards zipper, which she quickly pulled down.

Wait, she was getting ahead of herself. She put down her purse and began to strip. Knowing that somewhere David was watching, she put on a show as her yoga pants fell to the floor and her bra and panties were discarded with a flourish.

She noticed that the suit had a neck... she surmised that this meant she slid it over the neck of the mask, which had to go on first. With glee, she picked up Dominic and stretched the demonic features over her own, before picking back up the skin and sliding her feet into the clawed feet of her new form.




Dominic



Quickly she noticed something in the way as she tried to slide the bodysuit's tight, cute male ass over her own bottom. Something was poking her.

Looking on the other side, she noticed to her surprise that not only was the suit matched to the mask, but also anatomically correct. A thick long demon cock, complete with balls and a golden Prince Albert piercing, would soon be hers to command, via a thick nub that fit deep inside her womanhood.

God, she had never implied this... how much did David understand?

With a suppressed moan, she slid it deep inside, before sliding her arms into Dominic's muscled biceps, squeezing her large breasts into the expanded but still tight receptacles offered by Dominic's pectorals. After aligning her fingers and flexing her claws a bit to test the stretchiness of the rubber, she aligned the neck piece, reached behind and zipped....

Click.

With stunning speed, as soon as the tab of the zipper reached the top of the neck, completing her disguise, someone brushed aside her arms and a wide band of some material slid around her neck with a click. Turning around, she saw the smiling face of David as she reached instinctively for her neck.

"And now you're sealed in, baby. No getting out."

Denise quickly realized what he meant. What he had slid around her neck was a leather collar, and that click was from a padlock. She was now encased in the demon skin, and though this greatly aroused her, she theatrically grabbed her face and tugged at the mask.

"Let me out!"

"Oh Denise, I know you don't want out. I got the hint. You don't like the feel of rubber. You want to be encased in it. You're not interested in parlor tricks... you want to be Dominic, don't you?"

A wide grin appeared on the mask.

"She does. She's wanted to bring me to life for a very long time. And now that I'm here, in the flesh, I've got you to thank for it."

"Hah, it was nothing. I found this weird site, I didn't specify the cock but apparently they only do anatomical and-"

"Shut up mortal. Drop your pants."

"What?"

"Drop them. Get ready for your reward."

Dominic's imposing form cornered David onto one of the dining room chairs, before casually pushing him down onto it. As he stared in wide eyed confusion, the demon went down on both knees, and began undoing David's fly...

"Whoah Denise, I know you cleaned me off that one time but-"

"Denise isn't here. Now shut up and give yourself to me."

Pulling down his boxers, "Dominic" revealed David's now stiff penis. Pushing his hips aside, the demon opened his lips wide and shoved the shaft deep into Denise's eager throat.

With one clawed hand playing with his balls, "Dominic" pushed Denise's boyfriend closer and closer to ecstasy until he eventually came, moaning as he did so. Swallowing up his juice greedily, Dominic detached, grinning madly as he wiped his lips clean with one huge, thorny arm.

"Enjoy that?"

"You were... amazing."

The demon bent forward, wrapping his arms around him to give him a passionate kiss, Denise's tongue playfully exploring his mouth. When Dominic pulled away, he was wearing a warm smile. In a familiar voice he spoke again.

"David... Denise isn't going to come out for the next few days... is that alright?"

"I understand."

"She's having a lot of fun, and she's really horny under all this rubber, but something you have to know is..."

"What?"

"She loves you. Very much. And she's very, very thankful."

"I love her very much as well."

"So... how about I trash you again at Fuerza Racing?"

"Oh you're on!"

© 2014 Dieter Schaumer All Rights Reserved



Dominic & Sabrina



This story was written for a contest on the general board. It needed to be 1000-1500 words in length, had to include a sex scene, had to be written in the third person and had to include the words: torch, limousine, signet, saffron, injury, feral, calligraphy, heart, mechanical, and midget. Please enjoy and vote.

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"You are an emotional midget and if I have to spend one more minute with you, I'll stab you in the heart with this fucking fork!" And with that, Sabrina tossed the makeshift weapon onto her plate scattering saffron rice across the white tablecloth. In one angry movement she grabbed her purse and pushed her chair from the table, jostling the untouched Sauvignon Blanc.

The restaurant clientele watched her with feral interest as she headed for the exit. Glancing back at him one more time, she stepped out onto the sidewalk before he could see the angry tears welling in her eyes. Two years of her life down the drain. 


She stumbled over to one of the parked limousines and leaned against it as she dug through her purse for a tissue. Tears blinded her and she dropped it. She pulled at it, but it was tightly wedged in between the curb and the tire.

"Damnit!" Sabrina yelled and tugged the strap of her purse harder. She kicked the tire, as if it was the one that had caused her all this pain and injury. The strap broke and with it, her facade. Hugging the limo, holding onto it for support as her body shook with loss, Sabrina was oblivious to the view she was giving the man inside.

Dominic observed the breasts smearing against the mirrored glass with a wicked smile playing across his lips. He took one last searing swallow of his scotch, then lowered the median between him and his driver. "Henry?"

"Yes Mr. Zuckerente?"

"There is a girl crying all over my limousine."

Henry grinned, "Yes Sir. Shall I remove her?"

"I think not Henry. I think we shall have a bit of fun tonight. Bring me the girl."

"The easy way, or the hard way, Sir?"

"The hard way, but use some finesse this time."

Henry leaned his bulk over the seat and reached into the glove box, removing a handkerchief and a tiny vial. His actions were mechanical, belying practiced movements. Opening the door, he unfolded his six foot four inch frame, startling the girl from her sobs.

"Miss?" Henry questioned.

Mortified, Sabrina stammered, "I'm... damn, I'm sorry. It's just that, well... damn" Sabrina looked down and noticed her purse and thanked God she had an excuse for leaning on the car. A tap on her shoulder made her turn before she could mention it. He was behind her now, startling her with his stealth.

Henry held the handkerchief out to her. She took it with a tentative, "Thanks". No sooner did she put it to her nose when she felt his big hand close over her mouth and nose. She struggled against him feeling the world swirl, then nothing. Henry put the handkerchief in his pocket and opened the door. He placed her unconscious body in the backseat and handed Dominic her purse. 

"Not bad, Henry, not bad. You're getting very good at this."

"Thank you, Sir." Henry grinned and shut the door.

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Sabrina tried to shake off the groggy feeling, attempting to move her limbs and open her eyes. She struggled, her heart racing as she realized she was bound and blindfolded. 

Quietly watching from his chair, Dominic appreciated the view of her undulating body and felt his dick agree with him. She finally stopped, breathing heavily from her exertions. She lay there, limbs spread in a perfect X, her dress up around her waist. The view of her silky panties molding to her pussy lips was almost enough to make him cum.

"Sabrina " He said her name thoughtfully, watching her thighs flex in a futile attempt to close her legs; nobody could hold a torch to Henry's knot work.

"Who are you? What do you want from me? Let me go, please." The words spilled out, sounding cliche even to Sabrina. She swallowed a strangled whimper.

Dominic walked over to her and whispered against her ear. "Sabrina", he purred, touching his lips to her ear. "There is no need for you to go anywhere. You belong to me now." Her body trembled with dread as he slowly stroked her arm. She winced; he hated that.

Removing his hands, he went to the nightstand removing a knife, cream and Ben Wa balls from the drawer. He knelt on the bed between her legs preparing to slice the clothes from her body. 

"Let me go... fuck... let me go"

"No, little one. Try to relax. You'll enjoy it eventually, I promise. I'd rather not gag you, but will if you insist on whining. Now, don't move or you'll hurt yourself." 

What the hell is he doing? Sabrina wondered, as she felt his hands slide firmly up her thighs. With one flick of the wrist her dress lay in pieces around her. The rise and fall of those perfect breasts mesmerized him. Sabrina shivered, her nipples hardening inside her nude lace brassiere. He had to see her bare.

He cut her bra, and she gasped, feeling her nipples get harder. His hands were cupping her breasts, the pads of his thumbs teasing the pink tips. It's not supposed to feel good, she kept thinking, making it her prayer, her mantra.

She was fighting him again, and Dominic didn't like it. He knew he would have to use the balls and the cream before she would submit to him. 

"Sabrina, you must not fight me."

"I don't know you. You can't do this to me." 

"I am doing this to you, and you'll be begging me to make love to you before the night is over."

"Hah!! Make love? This isn't love."

Sabrina's attitude was making him very angry. "You will love it"; the words were forced and clipped. He got louder. "You will love me, damn it, and, you will be begging for my cock to fuck you. Now let's see where his new home is."

Sabrina tugged at her bonds, bucking her hips. "Fuck you! I will never beg you. NEVER!" Sabrina was still screaming when she felt him rip her flimsy panties off her pussy.

"Well, well, well, Sabrina, what do we have here?" He cupped her bare cunt roughly, then started stroking it lightly. The sensation soothed him. "You will beg me, Little One, mark my words. You will beg me." He pushed his finger deeply inside her and smiled as she jerked clamping down on it. "Your body is begging me already." Dominic removed his finger and sucked the juice from it.

"I hate you"

"Don't say things you will regret later, Sabrina." He smiled and smeared the cream over her pussy lips.

She wondered if he was right. 

Dominic grinned then dipped his head and bit her nipple. When she cried out he pushed the two balls inside her, then slapped her thigh.

She reacted with a sudden jerk, then felt them. "Ohhhhhh... OHhhh... my GOD... what?" The balls were teasing inside her causing a flush to spread across her skin. When the cream started heating her pussy lips, she knew it was a losing battle.

"Please don't do this to me." 

Ignoring her, he massaged cream into her nipples, tugging them once in awhile causing her hips to buck and moans to spill from her lips. He lowered his body onto hers and she realized he was naked. She squirmed against him, the balls inside her making her skin deliciously sensitive.

Dominic pressed her into the bed, kissing her neck, sucking her collarbone. She was moaning. He knew she needed his cock, and it was ready for her. "Tell me, Little One. Tell me what I want to hear."

Sabrina couldn't think; she could only feel. She was all nipples, clit and cunt. His hard cock was imprinting her skin like a signet ring in wax. She wanted it inside her, in her bare little cunt. He slid cream soaked fingers against her clit, swirling the little nubbin until she surged against his touch. 

"Please, Sabrina, please say the words and we will cum together."

Her arousal was almost painful. She broke. "Please, Please fuck me... I need your cock. Please!" Sabrina was begging for release.

When he drove his cock into her cunt it was in one hard thrust. The metal balls swirled against him as he rocked inside her, urged on by her screams. He slipped his hand between their bodies and rubbed her slick little clit. Her pussy throbbed around him, squeezing, releasing. She was cumming and he felt it gush around his cock and down his balls. She groaned when he took his dick from her cunt, came again when he drove it into her ass, rocking the balls in her cunt. Sabrina was his. Dominic slid his dick from her ass and wrote "My Sab" on her stomach in perfect calligraphy.



Dominic Ch. 02



I couldn't believe that I'd given Dominic a blow job in my and my husbands bed. I never would have done this before I met him. I was a very good girl. Now, look at me. I would change the sheets when I got back home. I was on my way when I heard the phone ring.

--You coming home soon?--

"Yes, honey. I'm closing up now."

--Good.--

Good. He hadn't sounded bad, so the plan was still on. He met me in the drive way. He seemed anxious. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the house. He led me into the bedroom and shoved me to the bed.

"You didn't think I'd smell it? It's not me. We haven't fucked in a long time. Who is it."

I said, "Ron," and he pulled me off of the bed.

"How long?"

"Ron, I..."

He shoved me back out to the living room and screamed, "Who the fuck was it? Oh, it doesn't matter. Raspberries are..."

I couldn't talk. My body felt rigged as I moved out of the room. I couldn't understand what he was saying. The words. They wove around me like... I started to speak. I told him everything. All but the name. I forced myself to stop talking. I'd never seen him so angry. He raised his fist at me and repeated his request for the name. I'd been such a bad girl. He lunged at me and constricted my air. He didn't really want an answer. This was just the excuse he needed to finally beat me down. Ron's thin hands cut into my throat as he kneed me in the gut. I hit my chin on the chair when he shoved me away. I felt his fingers dig into the waistband of my skirt and tear it off along with my underwear. I curled up into a ball and he ripped my blouse from my body.

"You fucking cunt! You need to be fucked so much. Do you need to be fucked, now? Huh, do you?"

"Ron, please, no!"

He dragged me from behind the chair and I got up to my knees. He wrapped his arms around my chest and I felt him fumble for his trousers. I'd wanted more penetration, but I didn't need it like this. He kept me close to him as I tried to break free. He put his full weight on my back and I fell forward. He pushed into me and I cried out. He grunted loudly into my ear as he tore at my poor dry pussy.

"Damn! You're tighter than when we first did it," he wheezed as he fucked me. "What did he do to make that happen in a night?"

Ron took longer than I thought he would, and it never started to feel better. I tried to think of something far off, but he kept talking to me. He told me he would kill whoever it was. He would let me live, because I was just a bitch, anyway. It made sense that I would crave a hard fuck every once in a while. It was my nature. I needed to be aware of it, or it didn't matter. When he finished, he pulled out with a slurp and smacked my right ass cheek.

"That's why I married you. I can't keep my hands off your brown ass! I left my family for that ass! And now, look at me!"

I dropped to the ground and cried as his semen stung my bruised opening on the way out.

"Clean yourself up! I don't want a pink stain on my carpet! Fucking...go wash up!"

I slowly went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked the same. There were no visible signs of what he'd just done. I felt the spot on my stomach where he'd kicked me and I started to cry all over again. I started the water for the shower and felt my opening. When I looked at my fingers they were bloody from where he'd ripped me a little. I took my third shower of the day and tried to think of a way to stop Ron from hurting me again. We hadn't used protection like we used to, when we did it on a regular basis. I could get pregnant from his rape. Is it rape if it's your husband? It felt like it. Ron had been drugging me and using me to masturbate, right? I didn't change the sheets. I crawled into bed and smelled Dominic. Dominic. He'd be coming to get me, if I didn't come and see him. I wasn't going to. The phone rang early in the morning and I picked it up. It was Ron.

--Wake up!--

"I don't work today."

--I don't give a f...I don't care. Get up and come to my office.--

"But, Ron...I'm not..."

--Raspberries are.... Do as I say. Put on your blue dress. The one with the drawstring.--

The phone hung up with a loud click. I got dressed quickly and gingerly. I drove to Ron's office and greeted everyone like I usually did. When I got to his office the shades were drawn and the door was shut. I thought he'd left on an errand, but he came to the door and pulled me inside. I was surprised to see a bunch of flowers strewn across his desk.

"I got those for you," he said. "Before I found out about you. I had to put them somewhere."

"Ron, I'm sorry. I didn't have anyone inside me. I just need some attention..."

"Shut it," he hissed as he struck my cheek with the tips of his fingers. "I know you didn't fuck him, but you probably blew him. I'll modify that tonight, maybe. You've a good mouth, don't you?"

I sat down in front of the blinds. He put his crotch in front of me. I knew what he wanted. I turned my head away. He said a word I don't remember. There were times when I couldn't hear him very well.

"Suck my dick!"

I let him turn my face and took him into my mouth. He gagged me as he grabbed my hair and shoved himself deep into me. He fucked my face for a few minutes and came. He fondled my ears as he commanded me to swallow every drop. I let go of him and he zipped up.

"That was good. I needed that."

I tried not to let him see my fear, but he said, "Don't forget to say goodbye to everyone on your way out."

I turned to see the blinds were all the way open and a small group of men waved at me. I wanted to throw up, but I forced myself to push my way out of the office.

"I told you she didn't mind an audience," I heard my husband say as I shut the outer door. I spent the rest of the day doing laundry and trying to figure out what to do. I had no family. Ron and I got together in high school. I would be a good girl. I would be the best girl, I could be. I heard a knock on the door and I looked out to see Dominic. He saw me look out. I backed away from the door and went back to my laundry. There was no sound from the door again. I had dinner ready and was lighting some candles when the door opened and Ron came in. He looked at the presentation of food and smiled broadly. He sat down and said as I sat across from him, "I'm sorry, babe. I had to get you back somehow." I nodded at him and started to eat. He finished quickly and complimented my cooking skills. I cleared the dishes and was just about to take off my apron when I felt hands push me over the sink. I turned and Ron pulled down my pants.

"I think it's time for your fuck," he grinned. "We don't want you straying, do we?"

"Please," I begged as he stepped on the crotch of my pants to make sure my legs were trapped. He pushed my head down and shoved himself in. He didn't go very far, because I was very dry and my legs were closed. He cursed, spat on his fingers, and shoved them inside me. I tried not to make any noise. I'd swollen from the pain of the night before and knew he would hurt me even more tonight. He pushed into me again and I silently took his thrusting until he finally got all the way inside me. It felt like I was on fire inside as he kept pistoning in and out of me. He grunted and came inside of me as my tears streamed down to hit his hands which were braced on the sink below me. He ran a hand over my face and kissed my neck before he got out of me.

"It has to be done until I figure out what's happened to you. Go lay down on your back with your legs up," he growled as I tried to straighten up. I did as I was told and he pushed my knees to my chest. He looked at my vaginal opening and said, "You're swollen shut anyway, but I want to see if you can try to catch."

I lay there with his hands on my knees for some time. He stared at my reddened pussy and talked about how I should've gotten pregnant before. He said he'd heard some girls just wiped with a sperm covered towel got pregnant. Maybe that would loosen my pussy up enough. After my feet started to go numb, he let me up, and I went to take a shower. I didn't want to stain my underwear, so I went to grab a panty liner from the closet. Ron stopped my hand on the knob.

"You can't wear those anymore. Not panties, either. Only when you're on the rag. I don't want to have to deal with them."

I slept alone again. It didn't matter. I knew he'd find some other way to break me down as I slept. I got ready for work and put on a loose pair of pants. I nearly backed into Dominic. He jumped out of his SUV and opened my car door. I didn't get out.

"I saw," he rasped.

I just looked up at him. He saw me get fucked by my husband, big deal. Was he jealous? I couldn't believe I was snarling at him. "Why would I be jealous of what he did to you? It's amateurish at best." He closed the door and went back to his car.

I made it to work on time. There was a message on my e-mail. Ire_It wanted to talk to me. I instant messaged him a reply of no and went on with getting started with my day. An instant message box popped up and Ire_It_ takesawhile03 started chatting anyway:

Ire_It_ takesawhile03: Look, we need to talk. my_queen_is_gone99: I'm not talking, I'm working

Ire_It_ takesawhile03: You've got to leave him. my_queen_is_gone99: You must have me mistaken for somebody else.

Ire_It_ takesawhile03: And everything's okay with you? my_queen_is_gone99: Yeah, Ire. I'm fine.

Ire_It_ takesawhile03: You're a liar. my_queen_is_gone99: Can I please get to work?

Ire_It_ takesawhile03: Can I please get back to where we started? my_queen_is_gone99: You don't know me. my_queen_is_gone99: Let's agree not to talk to each other anymore.

Ire_It_ takesawhile03: Okay, Ellen, if that's what you want. my_queen_is_gone99: How did you know my name?

Ire_It_ takesawhile03: Look out of the west window.

I went to look out of the window. A black SUV sat in the middle of the lot. I couldn't think straight. I just sat back down and typed. my_queen_is_gone99: Dominic?

Ire_It_ takesawhile03: Ah, the secret is revealed. Ire_It_takesawhile03: Just leave. He'll hurt you. my_queen_is_gone99: I've no place to go.

I ended the session and turned off my computer. I told my boss that I needed to go home. I wasn't feeling well. I bet I looked like I was gonna hurl, because he let me go. Was Dominic a stalker? I just shoved it from my brain and walked out to my car. He was waiting out there for me. I

started to turn to go back in.

"Wait! I wanted to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine," I hissed.

"You're walking funny. And your face.... He'll do it again."

"It's his right. He doesn't have... to ask me?"

He sucked on his teeth, put an arm around me and guided me to his car. I got in and he took me to his place. He helped me into his living room and shut the door. He helped me with my coat. He peeled off his coat and motioned for me to sit down.

"How long has he been hurting you?"

"It doesn't matter."

"That's another lie. You're afraid to look at me. You weren't before."

"You're Ire_It. I don't know what to say to you."

"Yep. Irish -Italian and proud of it. You didn't have a problem the other day," he smiled as he dropped into the overstuffed chair next to me. I grabbed his hand and studied it for a second or two before saying, "How long have you known it was me?"

He pulled my fingers to his lips and then idly pressed his thumb into my palm.

"I had a feeling when you stopped showing up at the store."

"I'm sorry. I didn't want it to be like this."

His lips pressed into my palm and I felt a shock go straight to my loins. He raised an eyebrow and dropped my hand. 

"You'd do it wouldn't you."

"Do what? No," I sighed. "I am loyal to my husband..."

"No, you aren't. He doesn't love you. You can't love him when you want me."

"It doesn't have to be love."

"Fine, you want to get fucked? You want him to bend you over and stick it in without your knowledge....?"

"It's the best I can get."

He stood up and pulled me into his arms. "You know that's not true, my queen."

Dominic bent down and kissed me gently at first then more strongly. His legs straightened and he carried me into the bedroom. He tossed me down on the bed and undressed me. He soothed my sore pussy with his warm tongue, until I had calmed down from the swift happenings. Dominic licked out all of Ron's painfully gotten seed and gently coaxed my knees to my shoulders. I let my legs relax onto the pillow above my head. He whistled as my roughly used pussy was exposed. His wet tongue plunged into me and I felt myself responding. He reached up a hand and massaged my breast. My body bucked as he made me come with his gentle attention. He came up beside me and I kissed myself off of his face. He massaged my still trembling body. He sucked on my breasts and nibbled at my shoulders and neck as I massaged what I could reach. His nipples were sensitive as I pinched and twisted. He jumped away. He looked down at his dick and then back at me. I guessed no one ever did that before. I pushed him onto his back and made quick work of his erection. He yelled as I forced him down my throat. He came a few seconds later. He let me roll it around in my mouth this time. His fingers stroked my face gently as I started to feel his penis grow larger. I rested my head on his thigh and just held it until it all wouldn't fit in my mouth anymore and I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, Dominic was gone. I walked out into the living room to find a note. He'd gone to run an errand. I put my clothes back on and waited for him to return. A soft music was playing in the living room. It was so soothing. I must have dozed off again, because I woke up to the pounding on the door. I didn't answer the door, but the pounding eventually pushed the door down. After seeing their badges, I went with the officers down to the station. At the station, they informed me that someone had reported my abduction from the parking lot of my job. "Your husband was contacted and he called us. Your co-worker got a partial plate when the man grabbed you," the officer informed me.

"I wasn't kidnapped. I was taken to a friend's house to rest."

"Your face tells a different story. You can go when your husband gets here to pick you up."

I sighed in anticipation of a beating. Ron wouldn't just take me in. Not once he found out where I'd been. I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see Dominic looking at me from the window. He spoke to the officer at the desk and nodded in my direction. The officer looked at me and then picked up a phone. The officer sitting with me looked over and smiled in greeting. "Dom, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Hey man, I came to get a check for my door," Dominic said as he stared at me. "They didn't scare you, did they?"

I shook my head no. He reached out a hand for me, but the officer stopped him.

"Look, Dominic, I called her husband. You shouldn't be here..."

"You called a rapist, John. You take her back there and he'll...."

"We don't know that. You're just saying that to take her out of here," Officer John said.

"Take her to the hospital and do a kit," Dom growled.

"And we wouldn't find anything from you, would we?"

Dominic looked down at his feet and then over at me. He struggled to say, "Just have the kit done."

"If you've been with her, we'll know."

"What you'll find of mine will be on the outside. She's probably got something on the inside that someone would want to see."

"God, man! You just admitted it. Go home!"

"I don't have a home. You took it apart!"

"Dominic, go get a hotel room, or something. You need to get out of here!"

Dominic stared at me and backed away slowly. He shook his head and left me there to wait for Ron. The jerk of a husband waited until after work to come and get me. He walked me out calmly and put me into his car. His hands clutched the steering wheel with his hands nervously. I knew I was in for it. Then he said something funny. I couldn't help but reply, "Raspberries are for fucking and cherries are for popping?" I watched him set his jaw as I tried not to laugh too loud. He couldn't keep his composure long enough to get me into the house. I felt his hand in my shoulder length hair. It would be a long night. He yanked me onto the porch and into the house. I screamed and begged him to stop but I tripped and some of my hair was left in his hands. He tossed away my hair and dragged me past the door so that he could shut it. I immediately got up and ran for the back door when he turned away. He tackled me and I hit the wall. He realized that there would be a large bruise across my face and backed away. He pulled on his earlobe. That meant he was thinking. He pulled me up to stand.

"You little cunt! You say you got this from him."

I said okay, but he didn't believe me. He made me sleep out on the couch. I thought of calling someone, but I didn't have anyone to call. I was awake when he came to rape me again. It must have been around three in the morning, because it was dead silent outside. He wanted to face me this time. I pushed him away with my legs. When he got back up, he punched me in the stomach and held my wrists so that my face was down. He grunted as he tried to enter me. He kept pushing and pushing at me, until he went into my anus. He knew what he was doing. We'd never even talked about it before. He didn't get very far. He tried to force his way in further, but I refused to allow it to happen. He shoved me back down and hit the back of my head. I felt a little nauseous as he pulled me back in and shoved his way into my pussy. I felt him shove into my cervix and I screamed pitifully. He growled and grunted into me until he came. He made me lay down on the floor with my legs up. While I lay there, I was figuring out a way to leave him. My next paycheck didn't come until next Tuesday. I didn't have anywhere to go until then. I'd have to hold on until then, but my fertile time would be coming up then. I'd have to go in and request an advance on my check. I refused to be permanently attached to him. I fell asleep with him holding my breasts. In the morning, I heard him on the phone.

"No I don't think she'll be able to come in to work for about a week. You see, he beat her up pretty bad. Yes, but I can't seem to convince her to stay home. So, would you please send her home if she gets there?" With that, he grabbed up his keys and left for work. That was the plan, to keep me home. I got into the shower, but it hurt so much, I didn't do a very good job. I even tried to brush my teeth, but my face was so swollen on the left side that I couldn't fit the toothbrush in my mouth. I dressed in my best work suit and braided my hair to cover the short and bare patches Ron had left. I would go to work, but first I would stop off at the hospital. I was bleeding a little from my slit, and I wanted to make sure I'd be okay. I'd move away. Heck, I could book a one way ticket to Australia on the joint credit card. I'd always wanted to go there. A black chick in Australia, yeah. I've always had a thing for a guy with an accent. Doesn't every girl?

I opened the door to Dominic's massive frame blocking the way. The instant he truly focused on me, he touched my bruised face. He made strange sounds and cupped my braids in his hands. I shoved him away and let him follow me to his car. He opened the passenger door.

"Hold it, Dom." Officer John rounded the corner of the garage. He must have been following him. "What are you doing here?"

Dominic pointed at my face and went to help me up into the SUV. The police officer moved Dominic away and offered his arm. "We need to get you to the hospital for a rape kit. You can't go with him."

"My husband beat me up," I smirked. I have a habit of laughing when I'm nervous.




Dominic Ch. 02



The hospital was extremely humiliating. Imagine, they took scrapings from my finger nails, combed my pubes, and sucked everything out of my pussy. If I had said anything about what Ron tried to do to my ass, they'd of probably given me an enema. I was placed at a hotel for the night. It was the loneliest few days of my life. I was told I couldn't touch myself until the stitches were taken out. Ron called my job and lied to them again. When I got there, he was waiting for me with two dozen roses. When I backed away, my boss shoved me into his arms.

"Why did you leave, baby? I know what he did was bad, but I still love you," he had the nerve to say.

My response was, "Go fuck yourself."

He faked the genuine shock that everyone else had on their faces. He went to touch me again and I slapped him. He smiled at that. I went to my desk and sat down. When the computer came on, I had two urgent messages. They were both from Ire_It(Dom). I opened the first one with Ron over my shoulder.

--I don't know where you are right now, but I assure you, I still want in. Maybe in a month or two.--

Ron didn't understand it, so he just let me go on to the next one.

--IM me. I'll be on all day.--

"Respond to him," Ron commanded.

"No, Ron. You should go. The restraining order will be in effect soon."

"It's him, isn't it. The man you've been fucking. Well, I hope he knows you have nothing. You're nothing but a poor little black girl and I'm gonna keep you that way," he whispered into my ear.

"I hope you know that you'll never get any of this again. Not in a million years," I said as loudly as I could muster and moved my hand over my body.

He grabbed my braids and moved my head back. He let go when a commotion started in the entryway. Ron looked up. I stood up and saw Dominic shoving aside some of the employees.

"Ellen! Are you here?" His voice roared over the protesting people. 

Then suddenly, they all fell silent. Dom put his hand to his head and everyone stopped. I couldn't move or speak, either. He walked past the frozen people and straight to me. He touched my forehead and I sat down in my chair. He smiled slightly as he looked at his message on the screen.

"I didn't mean for you to find out like this. I thought I'd just let you in a little at a time," he voiced his disappointment and then touched my neck. "It seems, I got here just in time."

I shook my arms and moved my legs again. "What just happened," I tested my voice.

"I had to stop everyone. I don't like having to impose my will on so many people. Now, we're gonna walk right out of here. I'll let them go when we drive off. It was stupid to go to a place he could find you."

I turned to look at Ron and he was holding a knife. He would have cut my throat.

"I'm taking you to my house outside town. He won't find you there. When you're better, you can figure out what you want to do next." 

End Dominic two 

To be continued...



Dominic Ch. 03



Dom didn't want to tell me where we were going other than to his place. I was still a bit unsure about what happened in my old office. There was no way I still had, or wanted, that job anymore. Dom explained nothing. He just smiled to himself and kept his eyes mostly on the rode. I grew incredibly tired on the way to the house. I know I snoozed a bit, but I woke up in time to note the winding rows of trees as we moved up the drive. This was definitely old money. Peacocks floated around the well manicured front yard as he parked the car in the drive. An inward smile flashed in his eyes as he slid from the seat. I wasn't ready to get out, but he urged me out into a different world anyway. I stood on the crushed stones and refused to budge until he told me what the deal was.

"My family has money," he flatly replied.

"I can see that! You know what I mean."

"I'm not gonna tie you up in the dungeon. Unless you want me to," he smirked.

I followed him into the receiving room and he looked through a stack of mail as I moved my hands over the decorative inlay along the edge of a table. I refused to look around me because I didn't want to have to show my utter amazement at the spectacular things. His family had more than a lot of money. He guided me up the wide staircase and to the left. His voice was soft and reassuring when we finally got to my compartment of rooms.

"You have to understand that I didn't plan on you coming here so soon. I thought we'd get to know each other a little better. You'd live at the apartment for a bit, and I'd move you over here later. It doesn't matter much though. You're here now."

He was starting to freak me out a little until he opened the door. The room was a vast array of jeweled colors. I stepped in to feel my feet sink into the cushioned floor. I took off my shoes to feel the velvet under my feet and went to the curtained walls to see if there was a window. I was greeted by a quiet whirr and the fabric parted to show me an expanse of glass going from the ceiling to knee height on the floor. I watched a group of people splashing in the enormous pool below.

"You'll have to settle for my father's harem room, for now," Dom said from the doorway. Harem room. "He enjoyed many women with his friends in this place. He still does, but I've told him it's off limits until your rooms are ready."

There was no bed, really. The entire room had been made to be a giant bed. There was an alcove area where noise and light were filtered out from the rest of the area. I slipped inside and Dom followed. He opened a compartment in the wall and showed me an array of rubber and vinyl cylinders. He picked up a small one and I realized what I was looking at. The dildo wobbled at me until he placed a metal rod into it. He turned it on and played it across his fingers.

"This one, you can use," he instructed. "I don't want you to insert it. I just want you to stimulate yourself from the outside."

"What's to stop me from putting it in?"

"You might hurt yourself," Dominic smiled as he leaned in for a kiss. 

"I'll get rid of the other ones while you take a shower."

I should have been really upset about this place. I was raised in a bible believing church after all. But he made sure I was okay with it, some how. I took the shower and felt a lot better. I found a warm terry robe and towel waiting for me when I got out. I toweled off my back and found Dominic silently watching. I continued to dry off with a warmth on my cheeks as he moved closer. He pulled the towel from my grasp and ran it over my ass again. I looked up at him and saw a flush to his face as his hand guided the towel between my thighs and then down each leg. He ran his other hand over my damp skin and I was turned on. His blush spread to his neck and he moved away from me. I hadn't noticed how pale he was generally until it's contrast with the blood in his capillaries. He tossed me the robe and left quickly. I could have sucked him off. He had to know I would. I slipped the robe on and entered the "orgy room." I'd decided that's what I'd call it. I heard some soft voices before I turned the corner to see Dominic speaking to a man.

"I have to have your word," he said.

"I promise. Geez, you don't trust me, do you, boy? I just wanted a look."

Dom noticed me and I walked over. I nearly fell out (fainted) when I saw an exact copy of Dominic. Who had dried me off? The other Dom nodded at me without smiling. He moved a brown strand of hair out of his ocean blue eyes and offered his hand. I shook it and looked back at Dom.

"This is my father, Ryan Severus. I was just saying that I didn't want him to bother you."

Other than the off color hair, I wasn't sure I'd be able to tell the two apart. When Ryan smiled, I noticed his eyes had a few more wrinkles.

"She's beautiful, Dominic. I didn't think you'd have it in you. He's been talking about you for over a month. I can see why. I've always had a thing for a nice piece of ass."

"Pop, just shut up. You don't talk about her that way. She's not like that."

Ryan looked at me and scoffed, "You haven't fucked yet? Boy, this kind needs a lot of maintenance. Just think of your mother..."

"I've been nice so far, but you're pushing it. You will not talk that way in front of her. You won't fuck her. You won't even talk about fucking her. She's been fucked before. I want more."

"Whoa there, buddy. I didn't mean to..."

Dom pointed toward the door and Ryan walked out after a brief nice meeting you. Now, I really felt like I was here for some big reason. He left me in the room and shut the door. I decided that it was too much information for one day. I found a closet with velvet throws in it and I curled up in the alcove to sleep. My swollen and bruised pussy wouldn't let me. I felt like I was aroused down there. I knew I wasn't. I put a finger to my still damp pussy and my insides jumped. It was a familiar pain. I couldn't masturbate until I healed up enough inside. This constant arousal would be torture. I spread my legs as wide as I could and pulled the throw off of my lower body. Any stimulation would drive me crazy. Just the evaporation of the remnants of my shower were bad. When I finally got to sleep, I dreamed of Dom. He drove into me without mercy, and my body was slowly splitting in two. As I divided, I saw Ryan come up and take one of the halves. As my parts regenerated, I was two complete women. I watched from above as my dark brown lips wrapped around the pale dicks of both men. I felt my mouth full of cock and the taste of pre-come as I sucked hungrily. They came in my mouths and I felt it flow through me and out of my pussies. I woke up to the pain of my own orgasm. I looked down and the cushion was being soaked with my pussy juice. 

I felt my insides contract again and I put my hand down to feel the wetness. It was clearish white against my fingers. I looked out of the alcove to see a man eating out a woman. She had a beautiful red flush all over her large breasts as she trembled under him. I quietly wondered as his long hair swept over her body and covered the willing girl's breasts. I heard her gasping as I imagined the man's mouth around a large nipple. He wasted no time in making her pussy leak from his sucking. She flowed sloppily down his chin as he went back to licking her pussy. He presented his dick at her entrance and I realized that it wasn't very big. The man thrust into her forcefully. I could see her pleasure at the penetration and she cupped and massaged her nipples as he continued. When he was done, she got up and opened a small door. She pulled out a monstrous vibrator and ran it over her slit. I watched with amazement as she slowly edged the monster inside her. She cried out with joy as I watched her orgasm around the big thing. She pulled it out with a pop and walked out with the man she'd just screwed. I drifted back off to sleep. I dreamt of a long green pasture with waving long blades of grass. The sky was gray, but it was warm. I closed my dreaming eyes and felt a pair of hands on my body. The touch was as light as the warm subtle breeze that went across my face. A hand went to a breast and the other went to my slit. That's when I realized this wasn't part of the dream. I opened my eyes to see Dominic resting on his heels nearby. He smiled softly at me as I noticed it was his hands on me.

"You've been sleeping for some time. I thought I'd wake you so you can eat."

I nodded.

"I see you've been using the vibrator," he smiled again and pressed the damp fabric under my ass.

"I've been having odd dreams. About you."

He put a hand on my pussy and gauged the relative heat. "I know." He caressed my nipple idly and said, "You're not ready yet." He kissed me passionately and left. I found some clothes waiting for me outside the curtains and I put them on. They didn't cover much. I minced my way down the stairs and behind the staircase as I looked for the dining room. I opened a massive door to find Ryan stroking a girls hair as she sucked in his large prick. I now knew where Dominic got his big fat monster. I didn't know white guys had penises like bulls. I guess I was stereotyping. I found myself painfully aroused. He looked up and smiled at me. He stroked a nipple and motioned for me to come closer. He gestured toward the girl.

"This is Veronica. Veronica, Ellen."

A moan came from the girls mouth as a reply. I turned to go, but Ryan grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. He looked at my face,

"You are special. A good girl. I can sense it. That's why he hasn't fucked you. But, you're horny. So ready that you're willing to risk the pain."

I yanked my arm away and he seemed sad. I left the room to continue my search. I heard this series of screams coming from down the hall. I listened as a woman cursed and screamed. I opened the door a crack to find a man ramming into the same girl I'd seen in my room. She trembled and screamed as he rode her.

"Yes, damn it! Fuck it! Ahh, Fuck me!"

The man's hand went over her mouth as he continued to grind into her. She seemed even more lost in pleasure as she came. I watched the dripping down her legs as he continued to fuck her. She sighed happily as he finally shuddered and stopped moving. He withdrew and she rested on the bench she'd been leaning on.

"Thank you so much, Dom. You know how much I needed that."

"Yeah, fuck you, Karen. You know I'm just using that stretched out pussy until she's ready."

I felt sick. I went back up to my orgy room. I told him I wasn't hungry. He heard my stomach growl. He put a hand that had been on that whore onto my stomach. I shoved him away.

He looked me in the eye and came clean, "I've been fucking Karen. She's got a brain problem. It's always switched to sex. I figured I'd get the thought of fucking you out of my head. How'd you know?"

"I saw you."

"Would you want me to do it to you for the first time really quick or with control."

"I don't know."

"I want to be well practiced, so that I can prolong your pleasure."

I moved in front of him and knelt down. Why was I on my knees? He smiled down as I opened his pants. I looked at the spent member. I smelled something foul on him. I backed away. He held his pants by the waist and went into the bathroom. He turned on the shower. I followed him. He looked at me and said, "I knew you weren't a lesbian, but pussy doesn't usually smell bad."

"Have you smelled hers lately?"

"I don't lick other girl's pussies. I just lick yours."

"What did you do before me?"

"I went around looking for your pussy to suck. I could smell the right one a mile away."

"I guess when it's the wrong one, it doesn't matter how it smells."

"I want to fuck you so bad, right now," he hissed. "I want to press you up against the wall and impale you on my cock. You can't want that. I'm not gonna let you think that."

"Then let me suck you. You can come in everyday, and I'll do it. I know you like it when I do it."

"I love it when you suck me," he smiled his subtle smile again.

With that, I shoved him into the shower fully clothed. I washed his penis with a bar of soap and gently rinsed it. He started to become erect and I slipped it into my mouth. He shut off the water and I felt it swell inside my mouth.

"You've proved your point," he moaned as I quickly got him to the boiling point. His thighs moved in conjunction with my head, and his hands roamed over my braids. 

"You're very good at this. You'll accept it, won't you? As long as I come back to you." I didn't answer him. I would allow him anything. I sucked him off and got out of my wet clothes. He ran his hands over my damp skin and I let him play with my nipples. I let him get me aroused and then he pushed me away. I was hungry. Sperm can only sustain you for so long. Dom smiled because he wanted me to be on edge. He didn't remember I had that dildo he gave me. As I dressed, I inserted the thin thing into myself. I was surprised to feel that just that finger sized thing was stretching my pussy. I pulled it out slowly. I'd never be able to fuck again. How would I get Dominic inside me? Whoa. I'd made up my mind before that I'd never do it. 'He's way too big, isn't he,' I reminded myself. I tossed the little thing onto my pillow and decided I would let my pussy cool off au natural. Dominic guided me down to the dining room, and I was greeted by his father and six other people. I sat down and felt a soft deep cushion under my ass. Dominic softly urged me to spread my legs, and I did. The coolness stimulated me, and I felt he got something out of the quiet moans I tried to stifle.

"Dom, you need to think about how she's going to be later," his father whispered loud enough for me to hear. "You'll rip her mind to shreds. When she's healed, you give her to me. I'll break her in."

I tried not to listen as he went on speaking about how delicate I was. How structured my mind was. I reached for a plate of reddish herbed potatoes and Ryan's hand shot out. He moved my hand to the plain potatoes.

"You'll hurt yourself. Try the mild stuff first."

"I've had hot food, before," I laughed.

"You don't want to be so hot that you have to go back to the hospital, do you?"

"Dad!" Dom's scolding was more coy than earnest. "What's in the potatoes?"

Ryan shook his head and replied, "I think I'd like to give her an easier time than a harder one. She will heal, and then she can do what she wants."

*** End Dominic three To be continued... 



Dominic Ch. 04



This is the last chapter that will be in interracial love. This story belongs in the scifi section. 

*

After my first meal in the main dining room, I was served in my room. I was restricting the flow of conversation. Ryan's way of saying he missed being able to bend one of his guests over and fuck them on the dessert. I got to suck Dom's dick a few times a day, to take the edge off of my fiery pussy. After about a month, I could put the thin vibrator in my pussy. The thing made me come too quickly. It was unsatisfying the way it got to me. I needed a fatter one to stretch my opening a little. Finally, Ryan caught me shoving my thumb inside myself. He said it was time for me to get tested. We had lunch and he ushered me into a small room with a table on it. He pulled a floppy piece of rubber off of a hook on the wall and motioned with his eyes for me to take what little I had on off. He spoke quietly about sexual arousal and how some animals were short with their courtship and some were long.

After I'd stripped, I found myself opening Ryan's pants. He moved my hands away and looked into my eyes. He shook his head and sighed, "I'm sorry. I can't do that to the boy. I'll be more specific when I command you."

I whined and let him go. I hadn't wanted to do that. His hand pressed at my pussy and I spread my legs quickly. He caressed my stomach and moved me onto the table as my scent wafted up.

I needed to be filled. Ryan spread my legs again and inserted the thin floppy thing into my oh too wet snatch. He turned a dial on the box in his hand and I felt a strange filling sensation inside. I felt the probe enlarge inside me without stretching my entrance. Ryan pressed a button and I felt it vibrate as it expanded more. I let out a sigh as I began to feel the pleasure I needed. I caught myself rocking my hips as Ryan watched my obvious joy. He reached over and pinched my nipple. When I started to tremble slightly and closed my eyes, I felt a pair of lips fasten onto my already erect nipple. As I bucked in response to the probe I heard Ryan moan around my breast. I felt myself start to come. It was the best orgasm I'd had to date. He let go of my nipple and caressed my skin as I tried to stop myself from trembling. He calmed me with his soothing voice as I slowly came down. The probe was still doing it's job and I felt it.

"Let's see how many you can have, huh, Ellen? You were so quick. You needed that. Now, it should be just for the pleasure."

I spread my legs and arched my back so that Ryan could see my flexibility. He smiled down at me and ran an admiring hand over my hungry pussy. He tugged softly on the probe and I squealed in pain.

"Good. You'll be tighter than a virgin when he takes you. You wantthat, don't you?"

I looked into Ryan's eyes and he seemed genuinely concerned when ISay yes. He ran a hand over my hair and touched my forehead.

"That's not what you want. You're afraid. You should be. You should know what you're getting in to. Come for me, will you?"

Ryan walked out of the room as I felt myself contracting around the probe again.

When I opened my eyes from the pleasure induced stupor, I saw Dominic sitting near me. He whispered something quietly as he met my eyes.

"What?"

"He told you didn't he."

"I don't know what you mean."

"My beautiful girl. I will probably never fuck you. I should give you to someone else."

"Dom..."

"I'm very different, Ellen. You know that a little. I've got another side to me that you might not be able to handle. I'm not some knight in shining armor. I won't risk penetration..."

"You're a big boy, I know...."

He slowly flowed toward me and his hand touched my chin. I looked into his ocean blue eyes and he opened his mouth slightly. I felt the growl before he actually voiced it. The sound rolled out and struck me in the face. I gasped at the force of it. Instinctively, I pulled away.

"Do you need anything more from me? I think that should be enough to let you understand."

I lay there with the vibrating thing still fully inflated within me asmy confusion overrode my sexual response.

"I grow with the mating. That's how I feed sometimes. I don't want to hurt you, but I get horny just watching you. I thought I was just in it because I wanted to be inside you. I didn't think I'd have to fix what your moron of a husband had tried." He let out a low sigh and continued, "You smelled so inviting and ripe. I can settle for blowjobs the rest of my life, I guess..."

I sat up and the pressure inside me increased. I came as I slid toward him. He watched me for a moment then pulled at the probe like his father had. This time the pain made me come harder and I pitched forward into his arms. Before he had a chance to get a good grasp of me, I was grinding my vibrating pussy into his crotch. He placed me back onto the table and shut off the probe. As it deflated, I sighed with relief. Dominic looked at the read outs and then back at me.

"It was probably too soon."

As he soothed me with his quiet voice, I continued to grind myself against him. He wrapped me up in a sheet and took me back to the orgy room. I let him put me to bed. His warmth allowed me to sleep for quite a while. I was very hungry when I dressed and went down to the kitchen. Ryan looked up from the romaine lettuce he was tearing into a wooden bowl. His face immediately told me. Dominic was gone.

It was a very lonely existence at the big house. Ryan Severus had been the ultimate in hosts with his lavish parties and extravagant gifts. However, he would isolate me when he planned his occasional orgy. When my rooms were complete, I was moved to Dominic's wing and given a wardrobe with clothes in it. The clothes weren't skimpy and I had underwear, finally. The dark wood paneled walls seemed to be ancient. I just chalked it up to a great artist. Ryan refused to tell me what a sixteenth century bedroom costs in this millennium, so I let it drop. The beautiful surroundings didn't help my mind from wandering to sex. I got a new job as a temp for "candy money" and the looks I got from strange men. I lived for their arousal. It was an addiction I needed to get more of. Something stopped me from scratching the itch, though. I finally heard from Ron's lawyer and I signed the divorce papers. I had them messengered back the same day. With my settlement, I decided on going back to school. The main goal was independence. I would never be vulnerable again, save to a good screw. Ryan offered to fund my education. I turned him down. I told him, "As soon as I get a chance, I'm moving out of this place. I can't have you keeping me here for nothing." His reply was, "If Dominic were here, you would be here for someone and something."

My poor little pussy craved a good hard dick and a finger thick vibrator wasn't worth the trouble. I was just about to try again to put more fingers into me when I heard someone walk into the outer room. I saw the curtains of my bedroom part and Dominic stared done at my glistening snatch. I moved my fingers away from myself and raised up. My pussy had a mind of it's own because it came as I tried to pretend that I hadn't been stroking myself. I jumped up and hugged him. He smelled of stale cigarettes and alcohol. He didn't look drunk, though. He gave me a kiss on my forehead and took off his jacket.

"I shouldn't be here right now, but I haven't been able to get over that pussy. And, I haven't even been in it," he laughed quietly. "Imagine that, a white boy keeping a hot little black girl in his house for months and not putting it in her once. What an idiot."

"Are you drunk?"

"Oh, no. I had to hit a few clubs to find the right prey. They might have been. Maybe, I'm a little buzzed."

I let him go and take a shower. When he was dry and a little more sober, he watched me as I got dressed to go down for the latest of Ryan's parties. He helped me zip up my dress and declined the invitation to join me downstairs. I looked back at him and he stared keenly into my eyes. I froze with my hand on the door knob. He walked slowly toward me and continued to hold my gaze. He moved his nose to my neck and blew gently on my ear.

"I'm getting over you, El. I've got to get over this and let you go."

He moved away from me. He hadn't frozen me as solid as before. I'd chosen to stay still. He couldn't freeze me anymore? I walked down to the party and I danced my butt off. There were so many attractive men, but I couldn't stop thinking about the one that was sulking upstairs. What was he, anyway, some sort of monster? Was his father? He was talking about cannibalism, wasn't he? Wait, if you're not human, you can't be a cannibal if you eat one. As I chatted sweetly and felt a few chests, I felt myself becoming turned on by the prospect of making one of these men lucky. They seemed to know it, too. Toward the end of the night, they followed my every whim. It was like a sea of men, and I was Poseidon. I even had a big guy rubbing himself through his pants. 'Yes, do more.' He opened his pants to show me his fat little member and stroked it to an angry purple head. Another one opened his fly, too. They raced each other to the cupped hand finish. I dipped my finger into each hand and licked the delicious sperm off. They weren't good enough. I opened another man's shirt and ran my nails over his firm chest. This one showed promise. He seemed to shiver as I ran my palm over his package. Too eager, sorry. This would be an interesting night. 

End Dominic four. 

To be continued...



Dominic Ch. 05



When I finally saw Ryan, he whispered in my ear, "They're the pick of the surrounding elite, my girl. I think you've waited long enough. The stupid kid's got to know how a woman can stretch to give birth. You can certainly handle him. Hell, his mother did just fine with me, and she was a lot smaller than you. Go ahead, pick a couple for your bed. Maybe even five or six. You'll need that many just to cool you off after so long."

He gave me a fake punch on the jaw and discreetly disappeared again. I continued my laughing and commanding the masturbation until I felt this tingling in my belly. I looked through the room to find Dominic staring at me. He'd changed into a black suit, and was looking at my selections. He met each man's eyes and they moved away from me. I was all alone in the corner of the room when he got to me.

"What was that about?" His voice was low and quiet. "Have you been a naughty little girl while I was away?"

"You won't fuck me. I need to get it somewhere."

"Dad did this for you, I take it. Did he tell you, they all pay me for their safety?"

Dominic raised to full height and roared, "The party's over! No body's mounting this one but me!" I had the distinct feeling he had wanted to say bitch, but he didn't want me to be startled.

Ryan came in and said, "You talk a good game, but we can see by her hunger that you've never done so."

As the people filed out, Dominic said, "Father, you don't want me to tell her where mom is."

"She's in the ground. She died after you were born. It had nothing to do with sex. It had to do with what we are. They all die, eventually. We are special."

"We are cursed!"

"Dom, just mount her and see if she likes it or not. Many women do. Hell, Karen loves it so much, she doesn't much hold a seal anymore. She was a good one for you to start, though..."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "She was your first?"

"Yes, but she was Dad's for sometime before me." He turned back to his father and continued, "I can't do it. I'll give her away to a human before I hurt her. I think you setting up my underlings was a nice touch..."

I just shook my head at this and walked away from their heated argument. Whatever hold Dominic had on me was over. I went to grab my car keys from the foyer when I was stopped by a pair of hands and the most delicious pressure on the back of my neck. I turned to see Dom sitting on the floor and holding his nose. Ryan led me up to the orgy room and unzipped my dress. He gently smiled, "I told him I'd kill him if he passed you over again." His hands caressed my back, but I didn't feel anything happen down below. He knew I was waiting for Dominic. He turned and left me. I scoffed at myself because I just knew Dominic would never touch me. When I turned to shut the door, he was standing just beyond. His gaze told me that I was desirable. For this moment, Dominic wanted me. He moved gracefully into the room and shut the door. He let out that odd sound again, and I felt a tenseness in my stomach. The way he watched my hands hold up the dress frightened me. I tried to move away from him but he grabbed my face and pulled me toward him. His nose was starting to bruise from his father's blow. His eyes flashed as he assessed the situation. He startled me with the force of his possession of my lips. His kisses were rough and his voice quietly soothed me. His grip grew firm. 

I let out a little whimper and his response was, "I'm sorry, baby girl. I'm oh so sorry."

He nibbled at my ear and down my neck as he slowly lay me down. He licked and sucked at my breasts as he pulled my dress completely off. He looked up at me and put a hand on my inner thigh. His strong fingers dug into the soft flesh as it moved my legs apart. He kissed the soft area below my breasts as he pressed his pinky through my entrance. I jumped at the penetration, but kept his gaze. I knew he could feel how wet I was already. I'd been waiting so long that my pussy responded by gently milking his pinky. He gently spread my pussy lips with his middle finger and thumb and toyed with my nipples as he traced a line down with his lips. He gave my clit a flick with his first finger as he drove his tongue into my navel. I squirmed as he continued down to finally encircle my little bud with his tongue. I closed my eyes as his hands roamed over my stomach and massaged my tits. He stuffed his tongue into my pussy and sucked my juices out. Then he stopped. I whimpered and cooed at him to continue, but I felt him move away.

"Please," I grunted, "I need some more. Oh, please!"

"Sshhh," he whispered as I felt something near my lips.

I reached out and felt him above me with one knee to the left side of my face. I reached up and stroked his long fat dick. He lowered himself and began to lick and suck at my pussy again. He stretched my pussy with his tongue and I fit the head of his monstrous cock into my mouth. I wanted to make him come into my mouth so that he would feel at ease about later. The penetration. I got a little bit more of him down into my mouth as he fucked me with his tongue. He started to tremble as I concentrated on the salty glans in my mouth. I started to come and opened my jaws to stop from biting him. His cock slid down further and rested at the back of my throat. My jaw started to tremble and he let out a grunt. I reached up and cupped his balls as he started to unload. His sperm slid down my throat forcefully, and his cock trembled. As I swallowed, he delivered more into my throat. He raised up and sank his teeth into my thigh. He didn't break the skin, but I felt his lips trembling as he bruised me. I moaned around his cock from the pain and he got up. As I lay there, he stood up and walked away from me. He paced before me. I saw fear in him. He looked out of the window through the curtain then looked back at me. He crouched down and touched my leg where he'd bitten me. I grabbed his hand and put it on my breast. He looked away as he teased my nipple into standing farther off of my breast. Without warning, he rolled me over to my stomach and kneeled over me. I gathered my arms under me to cradle my breasts. I could feel his cock rubbing against my crotch as he dragged me close and draped my legs around his waist. I put my knees to the ground and moved to a better entry position. He didn't speak, but I could feel his apprehension. I shook my ass at him and he gripped my waist with his arm and I was taken. I thought I was stretched to the limit. My pussy writhed as he slowly pushed in. He moved forward in intervals. When I was satisfied I couldn't take anymore of him, he pulled out to the very tip of his penis and pushed back in. I gasped as he pulled me closer and further onto his throbbing cock. I couldn't believe I was opening to Dominic and his big fat dick. He never went all the way in, but I felt that he could if he wanted to. He kept pushing deeper and deeper into my body. My wet lips flowed around him as we finally met at the pubes. He held me there for some time, gently rocking his hips, and held onto my thighs. Then he stroked slowly in and out of me. He whispered apologies as he fucked into me. My pussy responded by milking his firm cock as it drove into me. I don't know how many times I came. They seemed to never end. He changed speeds and the wave of built up release started to overflow. He held me up as I collapsed under the weight of another screaming come. We slowly settled down and he got out of me. He was still hard, but he pulled out to inspect the damage. He massaged my swelling pussy lips and gave them a soothing kiss. My senses were overloading as he made me come just by touching the opening. He scooped up some of my leaking juice and smeared it on his cock. He slipped a finger inside me and it was milked as before. He raised up and mounted me again. It was as if I'd never been fucked before. My pussy pulsed as he commenced to drilling me into the mattress floor. I passed out as he drove me to ecstasy again. When I came to, I was in Dominic's arms. I snuggled into his chest as I assessed my body. My fingers felt his warm skin. My arms were a bit tired, but not too bad. My breasts were still aroused from the love making and my thighs felt bruised from his grip as he rode me. I could remember patches of time where I heard myself screaming and moaning underneath him. Dominic moved his arms over my back and draped a leg over me. Every thing seemed to be working alright. Everything, except for my slit. It felt as though it had been reamed, but royally. I smiled to myself and smelled his massive chest. When I was convinced I was okay, I moved Dom's leg off and moved away. I felt a tugging in my body as if I'd yanked on a string in my navel.

"You shouldn't do that," Dominic's quiet whisper startled me. He'd been awake the whole time. He moved my leg open so that I could see that we were still attached by his cock. I pulled away again and felt the same tugging on my guts.

"We're attached for some time. I told you I wasn't like other men. My knob will go down after another hour maybe," his voice rumbled into my hair.

I must have shown my fear because he started to shower me with apologies and gently massage my breasts. I replied that it was okay, but I wasn't sure if I was okay. Then he started to move his hips and I started to move mine into his. I felt my pussy respond to his dick and I knew it was more than okay. It was heaven. He pulled his knot to my entrance and I felt the tug again and he plunged it deep into me.

A voice from by the window said, "You know, I thought you'd have told her before you did her."

We looked over to see Ryan scratching the back of his head. "You've been up here for two days. You need to eat. She isn't hurt is she?"

"Uh," Dominic blushed, "she's doing good."

"Fine, I arranged for some food to be brought up. I'm gonna have to remodel this place. You clawed down to the wood." Ryan kicked at a wad of fabric and cushion near Dominic's feet.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to..."

"Shit, kid, I know it's been awhile, but this is no excuse."

"Can we talk later? We're in the middle of something."

Ryan laughed and mussed Dom's hair as he nodded at me. He then walked out and shut the door. How long had he been there?

"About a couple minutes, I guess," Dom replied.

He'd seen us... "Yeah, he's seen you come before, remember? Getting shy?"

I guess I was getting shy, just a little. I'd never been schtooped continuously for two days, so I wasn't sure whether I should act differently or not. I finally settled into another round of all out fucking. He finally got soft enough for us to dislodge and it popped out of me like a cork. Curiosity drove me to inspect it. He seemed extra sensitive when I reached down for his deflating cock. I saw a ping pong ball sized knot just behind the head of him. It shrank as I felt the semen flowing out of me like a river. How many times had he come during those two days? What was he that he would lock me into place and fuck my brains out for days on end? He kissed me softly as I felt my pussy. I thought there would be a gaping hole where my tight little pussy should be, but I felt just as tight as before. He helped me with my sore hips to the shower and we let the water fall over our bodies until we heard a knock on the door.

Ryan yelled through the door, "I've brought the food. Take your time in coming down. I think you need to talk."

When I recovered my legs, I slipped from the shower and dove for the tray of fruit that had been left in the little alcove. Dominic followed me and watched as I sank my teeth into an apple. He sat quietly waiting until I finally finished a second one and a bunch of grapes.

"You've probably guessed what we are," he softly caressed.

"What are you?"

"I'm... a man from a very special family. We're special in that we have a connection to nature that other men could not understand. That's how I found you."

"Stop the drawn out explanation. I had you inside me for two days. What are you?"

He laughed slightly as he responded, "Wolves. We're werewolves."

I started to giggle nervously as he laughed loudly. "I'd have thought you guessed it by now. I mean I've got a penis sort of like a dog."

I smiled, "It's not exactly like a dog. You don't have that bone thing or a point to it..."

"A bit observant aren't we? Of course, I wouldn't have to say anything to you, if you were human..."

"What?"

"Your scent, Ellen. You're definitely one of us. That's why I had to approach you carefully."

He smiled at my shocked face. "I wasn't so sure you would be receptive. I knew you were in season, but you seemed so cool about it. I guessed you were matched. Then I saw him. I knew his stench meant he was human. There was no way you were satisfied. So....I tried not to get too excited and scare you away. How could you not know? You use your nose just like you know. At the banquet, you picked out all of the higher status males without difficulty."

I continued to nervously laugh as I said, "Yeah, I'm a were wolf, yeah."

"Part, at the least. I didn't change you in any way. You changed yourself."

"Uh, huh."

"Who do you think tore up the floor?"

I looked at the destroyed mattress floor and ran my hand over a series of four parallel grooves. The scratches matched perfectly to the width of my finger nails. I looked up at him and he spread his arms. I rushed in for protection from his soft words, but I knew he wasn't lying. I traced the marks I'd left on his chest and arms. The now familiar rumble of his mating call forced my worn out body to respond. He sat me gently onto his cock and I felt myself relax with him deep inside me.

"I haven't told Dad, yet. He's so old. He can't smell the difference anymore. Pity," he smirked into my hair as he rocked me in his lap.

"Dom...?" 

"Don't worry. I wasn't locked to you for the full two days. Maybe, twelve hours at the most. We should stop now, just in case. You just hug me so tight, El. I like it a lot." End Dominic five To be continued... 



Dominic Ch. 06



For the past week, I'd been craving one of Dominic's long fuck sessions, but he'd grown angry that he'd neglected the store. He said he was besotted with me and that if he didn't watch himself, I'd be pregnant. I probably thought that was a stupid excuse because I was needing him something fierce. I figured, he had it coming when I forced the issue. He didn't even blink when I exposed my body to him at breakfast. I just ended up closing my robe in humiliation. A guy can't give a girl the best sex of her life and just cut her off. I flattened his tires. He just laughed at my feeble attempt to keep him home and commented about the other four cars he could drive off in. I took out my frustration by ripping at his shirt. I then drew blood when he pushed me away from him. When my nails caught his ear, he'd made the first yelp I'd ever heard and changed his eyes. They glowed gold as he held my wrists with one hand and snapped his teeth at me. He dragged me inside and gripped my robe to him.

"Don't start something you don't want to finish," worked its way through his clenched teeth.

I knew he'd impale me whether I'd changed my mind or not this time. I struck him in the neck with my foot and he gripped my ankle then dropped me unceremoniously to the floor. The shimmering gold made me crawl away as he pulled off his clothes. Then I felt it. I could take him. I arched my back and growled at him. He cocked his head to the side and smiled in a challenge.

I jumped at him and knocked him across the room. He lay there for a second then snatched up my wrists again. His growl only made me madder. I sank my teeth into his forearm as he dragged me up the stairs. He didn't make a sound as I tasted his blood in my mouth. He forced me into the hallway to the right of the stairs and down a half flight of stairs to a set of double doors. He shoved me down to the hardwood floor. I spun around and caught his knee with my foot. Ha! I'm some sort of fighting machine. I sat on his chest and let him struggle under me. A figure appeared in the doorway and I warned them away with the fiercest growl I could muster. The person left my view and I moved my face very close to Dominic's throat. I watched the beautiful pulse flowing to his brain. I felt something strike me in the head. I dropped down and Dom gripped my wrists. 

He rasped, "I'm so sorry. My sweet little girl. You want it like that? Really?"

I snapped at him as he ran a caressing hand over my neck with his free hand. Why was I so intent on killing him? I wasn't. I was driving him. This is what he needed. I could have easily crotched him, but I hadn't. He hadn't tried to hurt me. He could have. He held me there on the ground with my arms over my head and his hip resting on my inner thigh. He pleaded with me to calm down. I couldn't. I needed it too badly. I finally worked one leg free and I kneed him in the side. He snarled and I felt his dick at my entrance. I struggled feebly, but I found myself crying pitifully as Dom drove into me. The pleasure overrode my fears. He continued to hold my hands down as he ground as hard as he could into me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and allowed him full access to me. I couldn't believe the moans I was making under him. He made no sound. He looked directly at me as he slowed down his rough movements and let go of my wrists. The tears flowed down the sides of my face and into my ears.

He whined softly, "My precious little girl. Why did you do it? Why did you do it?"

His cock grew inside me and I knew he'd be inside me for a while to come. He gripped my shoulders and forced himself deeper into me as he locked us together. My body responded to him as if it was an extension of him instead of my own. He rubbed my nipple and his eyes shifted slowly back to blue. He tenderly kissed my forehead and hugged me in. He continued to whisper apologies as I adjusted to his mass inside me. I cried until it was over. He slid out of me and I felt mostly dry. I put my hand down and his cock was moist, but not sticky. He shifted and sighed, "It's the plug. I tried to stop you from doing it. It'll come out in a day or two. Why'd you attack me? Why'd you force me into this?" I curled up into a ball and started to cry again. I'd be pregnant for sure. He confirmed my suspicion when he gently picked me up and carried me up to my rooms. When my head hit the pillow, he apologized again.

"It's not so bad, right? The divorce is final and it'll be due in the spring."

"How do you know?" I hissed at him as he covered me with a blanket. 

"You know, too," he soothed and kissed me on the lips. "You'll be serviced again if you come around to season. I should have noticed your mood had changed. I'll try to be in more control, the next time." He left me there to sleep. When I woke up, I felt sore in my gut. I rolled out of the bed and went to take a shower. I sat there focused on my navel as I felt my pussy was still hungry. I actually craved the thing that had caused me to clench inside this way. I wanted to cry again, but I didn't know why. I put on my clothes and I slunk down to the dining room to find the room empty with Ryan and Dominic in quiet discussion. I stood there like an errant child as they paid no attention to me. When they finally looked my way, Dominic smiled.

"I won't do it like that again, my girl," Dominic softly soothed. "I'm not sure if you want to claim me anymore." Ryan moved over to me and felt my arm. "She didn't know what she was getting into," he sighed. "She's definitely a strong bitch. I saw her take you down without much effort. I do wish you had told me, Dom. I'd have told her about this and maybe it wouldn't have happened. It doesn't happen with a human. I didn't think I'd have to tell you."

Dominic took my hand and pulled me onto his lap. He took in a deep breath and licked that special spot below my ear. He held my earlobe with his teeth as Ryan spoke.

"I think Ellen was scared too much to do it that way again. I felt it. Dominic, it is your responsibility to your mate to help her understand herself. She can't learn from another female. There probably aren't many of pure stock left...." Ryan drifted off into thought.

Dominic let go of my ear and kissed my cheek. "How could she not know what she was? She's got to be of high birth. You said it yourself, 'pure stock.' It's true. But, you're black. How can you be of pure stock? I've never known of an African pack."

"That is because you don't listen when I speak to you," Ryan quipped. "In the South, there are a few. They are mostly diluted by other bloods. The vampires have a taste for our blood down there. The family may have a few wayward pups. She may have resulted from it."

"No, I know who my parents are, and I can assure you that they weren't werewolves or vampires!"

"They were," Ryan corrected me. "You wouldn't have gone into heat if they weren't. I wouldn't be able to feel some of your emotions, if you weren't a little more than an average human."

"Dad, she's obviously tired. I'm gonna put her back into bed..."

"No, Dominic. She may feel the need to strike out at you again. A male is supposed to be attentive at all times to mount. I'll get Karen to bring her up some food. Unless you want to be a father, you need to be far away from her."

They were talking over my head. I quietly allowed Ryan to lead me back up to bed. His hands were warm on my skin as he took off my pants. For the first time since I was tested, the older Severus provoked my sexual response. If he didn't have a problem with his smell, he would have caught the waft of my lubricated snatch. I couldn't understand why I was acting like an animal. I couldn't be a werewolf. I shoved Ryan away and prayed for restraint. I found my hands wandering over my body as he pulled the blanket over me. He showed his curiosity for a moment then moved Karen over to be nearer to me. I willed him to come closer. He leaned toward me. I pulled my finger out of my pussy and wiped it onto his lips. He immediately backed away. He didn't seem surprised. Ryan licked my juices off of his lips and shivered slightly. I could see he was interested in getting another taste, but he wouldn't.

"You can not ask me to disobey the alpha. You'll be untouched when he returns."

Ryan locked me away in my rooms. He probably figured out that I could force him into having sex with me. With the time I had alone with Veronica and Karen, I learned quite a bit. Veronica was once a microbiologist. Karen, with the big boobs, moved in to the mansion when she was 19. They were both very susceptible to suggestion and it took very little time to gain full control over them. After my heat had passed, I couldn't quite control them as well. I think that first time Dominic ate me out, he had command of my brain as I had over those women. I got Karen to use her monster sized vibrator in front of me. I thought of ordering one, but I knew it wouldn't fit the way that Dom fit. I'm still fascinated by the way that she can put things in her gaping hole. The week passed quickly. Karen even brought up a guy to do her on my floor. I've always been interested in watching. I even got an offer to be seduced, but I wasn't interested. Ryan came in to check on me in week two. He seemed extremely timid when he peaked in on me in the bath tub. I lathered my round breasts as he slowly moved in.

"Ellen, he's coming home tomorrow. I'll overlook what you've done with the girls, if you don't tell him what I was thinking."

"What you were thinking?" I played innocent as I raised a long leg and lifted a breast for inspection.

I enjoyed the glaze over his eyes as I stepped out of the tub. The suds flowed down my body, and I knew he knew where every little bubble ended up on the floor.

"I don't want to get you into trouble. I'm not of full blood. You don't want to have a baby with me."

"Who said anything about having a baby?" I ran the towel over myself then tossed it to him. "I just want a good hard fuck. You can't deny me that, Ryan. I can feel it."

"I know you've figured out how to work on my mind, but you aren't good enough to get me to stick my dick in you," he smiled.

"Would you let me suck it?"

"You really have changed, haven't you?"

"I must still be in heat," I sighed.

"No, you're a tease. You like to see my reaction to you, but you probably wouldn't go all the way."

"I'm a good fuck. I think you could tell just from watching me come. I'm tight, too. You want to feel me squeeze your..."

"Hell, little girl. I'm not half of what my son is. You'd be bored by me. Besides, I might get you after."

After? I accepted that Ryan had his self control, but I didn't dress. I walked down the main stairs dressed in only my favorite beaded necklace. My breasts bounced pleasantly as I jogged down to the dining room. Karen and Veronica served me quickly and offered themselves to Ryan. He stared appreciatively at me as his girls sucked and licked at him as he ate. He even bent Karen over and shoved her boobs into the peas as he scratched her ever present itch for cock. I put his fingers into my pussy and he finger fucked me for a short time as he humped Karen. Veronica helped herself to my waiting pussy and I let her get me off.

The next morning, I woke up early. I wanted to go for exercise and a shower before Dominic was expected back. This bitch didn't want to accidentally hurt him because of her built up energy. I figured, he'd need some rest before I raped him. I went to the stables and took a ride, but something big and powerful between my legs just amped me up more. I took the horse back and went to my room to masturbate. It cooled me off a little. Maybe a jog along the garden would make me less horny. End Dominic six To be continued...



Dominic Ch. 07



"Look you've got me all wrong, officer. He stole my wife. I'm just wanting to get her back."

"It's not really kidnapping, if she's free to go at any time," the policeman sighed as he shut his notebook.

Ron Franklin shook his head as he took one last pleading look at the overworked civil servant and left. He'd been trying for months to get his wife, Ellen, to agree to a meeting. He hadn't seen her since he woke up in her office with a knife in his hand. When he got back to the house, he'd found a police officer waiting for him with a restraining order. Ellen had referenced rapes in the petition. He would never hurt her. He couldn't think of a reason why he would hurt her. He didn't have to to get what he wanted. He sent her a letter asking to speak to her through her attorney, but she wouldn't do it.

After three months, Ron decided to go out to the address that was on the court documents. It took him hours of waiting to finally see her. Her body was the same as he remembered. The soft roundness of her hips and her long legs swayed briskly into a jog right toward him. He crouched in the bushes for her to pass by. She loped swiftly by and he called out her name. She turned to look at him and he shot the dart into her thigh. She yelped slightly until she passed out. He quickly pulled her into the cover of a massive pine tree. When she came to, he looked down at her. She visibly shook and pleaded, "Don't kill me, Ron!"

"I would never hurt you, El. You know that."

"You tried to kill me...."

"I don't remember that. Why would I..."

"You don't remember raping me? You don't remember forcing me to give you a blow job in your office in front of your friends?"

"Honey, I love you. I'd never do that," he tried to convince her. "Come home with me. You shouldn't be here. You're my wife!"

"I'm not yours anymore. You lost that when you loosened my teeth."

Ron filled a syringe and put it into her shoulder quickly.

"If you won't come willingly, I take you."

He tossed her over his shoulder and rubbed her soft skin as he carried her to his car. He had prepared the basement for her return. After being with that big man, he would have to re-educate her. He undressed her and strapped her down to a table. He watched her round breasts heave as she slept. He rubbed a nipple and watched it respond under his fingers. It would be a while until he made her back into the willing girl she'd been before. He gently placed the electrodes to different portions of her head. He then inserted the IV and started a bluish fluid to flow into her. Ron opened the table at her feet to make her legs spread open. He examined her pussy. It looked as though she hadn't been touched for a long time. He inserted a speculum and looked at her cervix. It was securely bound by a series of thin threads. He expertly snipped them and removed the device he'd inserted to prevent pregnancy. While he was down there, he tasted her sweet pussy. It'd been such a while that he became hard just by this. Ron rubbed the bulge in his pants and pulled out the metal thing inside her. Her opening had lubricated naturally from the procedure. He smelled her juices flowing. He looked up at her and, satisfied that she was asleep, penetrated her. She was just as tight as he remembered. She stirred under him as he shoved into her confined body. She let out a cry and looked him in the eye as he thrust into her. He felt her trying to resist his advances and gave her less forceful attention. He pulled out and let his cum spray over her. She whimpered pitifully. "Oh, honey, your pussy is the best. I knew there was a reason I wanted you back."

"Fuck you," was her feeble response.

"No. Thank you, baby. When the medicine gets done, you'll be fine."

He didn't clean her off. He wanted to see the dried semen on her brown skin. She writhed on the table and let out a growl. Yes, his little sex kitten would be hard to fix. He kissed her forehead and turned off the lights.

Ryan Severus paced the tiles in his foyer. He glanced out of the windows a few times, but he continued his general pacing. Dominic would be home soon. What would he do when he found out she was gone?

"Ellen," Dominic nearly bellowed as he opened the door. "Where is she? She's not here!"

Ryan let out a sigh and said, "She's gone. Some one's taken her. I heard her talking to someone. I went to check it out, but she was gone."

Dominic left the front door open and walked out down the path. He raised his nose, closed his eyes and pulled in a breath. He walked down the path and directly to the pine tree that Ron had used for cover. He picked up some dirt and let it float on the wind.

"She's probably back at his house by now. Why didn't you call me? The scent would be gone, if it had rained like the forecast said."

"Boy, you shouldn't have taken her like that. She didn't even know that her husband was used by you..."

"Don't get on your high horse about mind control, Pop. I didn't brain wash her. She came to me."

"You made a man rape his wife, so that she would leave him."

"You made a human so sexually charged that you had to make her as wide as the grand canyon. This is mercy that I dispensed. She wasn't satisfied with him. I fulfill her."

Ryan shrugged, "Karen was a mistake, but at least I don't have to stay stuck to her when I'm done. Is having one of us really all that great?"

"I'm not answering that. When you and Mom had me, was it really that bad?"

"Your mother was human, once. Ellen is a completely different animal, literally. It's like asking a dog whether a cat is good in bed."

"So, Mom was all worn out like Karen?"

"Nah, but she wasn't as willing as Karen is."

"I don't want that image. I'll show you. You'll see."

"Dom, even if I could smell her, I wouldn't be interested. I'm not the alpha, remember?"

"I'll give her to you. You'll see differently."

"What!?!"

"Just once. You'd better make it good, old man, because it'll take all of me not to interfere."

"Old man?" Ryan scoffed at his son's back, "You're over 80 years old. Who are you to talk?"

Dominic turned to his father and shrugged, then got into his new black Hummer.

The big vehicle settled down in the Franklin driveway. Dominic looked around the quiet afternoon neighborhood. He strode to the door and rung the bell. Ron opened the door casually. He looked up at Dominic and was caught immediately back into the spell that had been cast.

"Where is my queen?"

"I'm prepping her..."

"Wrong answer. Where is she?"

Ron focused on Dom's swirling blue eyes and sighed, "In the basement. I've taken out her implant."

"Implant?" Dom brushed past him and walked toward the entrance to Ron's workroom.

"Her birth control."

Dominic had wondered why she hadn't gotten pregnant by him after a solid sperm plug. The man had been drugging her and making sure she was fixed. Her breasts and abdomen were covered with dried sperm. He ran a hand over her and pulled out her IV. She opened her eyes. He rumbled softly into her ear. She gasped as he ran a hand down to her pussy. It was moist from another but unharmed. She jumped up when he unstrapped her. She immediately jumped on Ron and punched him. Dom pulled her off and watched Ron snap out of the trance. He looked at Dominic and pointed at him.

"It was you! You took her from me!"

"She needed me, Ron. You can't do what I can."

Dominic took off his coat and wrapped it around her naked body.

"You've ruined her! I didn't rape her!"

"Oh, but you did, Ron. I saw you do it. We're gonna go now."

"I wasn't done with her!"

"Ron, if you ever come after her again, I'll have to kill you. I'll have to rip that head right off of your scrawny little neck."

"Is that a threat?"

"Oh, yes, it is. Do you really want to be feasted on? I could easily have you feed her passion when the time comes. She hasn't eaten, but she will."

Ron looked at her and back up. "You're cannibals?"

Dominic led her up into the living room and she ran out of the open front door. Ron made a move to catch her, but Dominic stopped him. Dominic pulled Ron close and said, "You'll never do this again."

"I'll never do this again," Ron slowly said.

Dominic found Ellen behind his car waiting. He moved her to the side of the car and opened the door. She looked at him and he knew she would be hard to catch for a while. Her mind was a flurry of curiosity and fear. He'd grown used to just tweaking her mood to his advantage, but if she was in heat soon, she'd attack him again. He still felt the bruised rib she'd given him on her first heat. He worked to soothe her frightened body, by holding her close. The way she nestled into him prompted his arousal. His penis poked itself into her abdomen. He tried to move away, but she just looked up at him with a sweet innocent curiosity. She was beginning to react to the drugs Ron had given her. She would be pliant. Dom didn't want that. Her fire was the challenge and the desire that he had selected her for. Dominic could have any female he wanted. The girl wouldn't know it was his desire that drove it, but he'd get what he wanted anyway. Ellen was special. She hadn't responded to his initial attempt at controlling her. When he tried again, he got too close. The hair stood on the back of his neck and his penis pulsed with anticipation when he caught her scent. He'd never responded to a human before. It turned out that she wasn't. Usually he'd pick up a little black chick. He liked the contrast of his pale white dick inside a tight little brown body. If she wasn't too impressed with him, he'd grow. His nine incher would lengthen and fatten to twelve inches and a three inch diameter and he would watch them slowly realize that he had plenty more where that came from. He enjoyed playing with his prey like that. Giving them the best fuck of their lives, then eating them all up. The black ones were the most fun. They would choose their fate. The instant they saw the nine, they would laugh and joke with him about stereotypes. Perhaps, that's why he picked Ellen as his bitch. She'd been impressed, even a bit afraid, at the sight of his semi-hard erection. And her tight ass and long legs made him aroused at just the thought of putting his hands on them. The helplessness of her made him want to mount her right there in the drive. Thinking again, he put her in the car and headed toward home.

If she knew what he'd found out in Louisiana, she'd drop him for one of those powerful bucks. She was his queen. He'd never tell her what he'd found out.

The family he'd found was very much in the open. High members of society made no effort at concealing the obvious around there. The instant he arrived at their compound, he was greeted with charity. The alpha, Rodrigo, offered two of his followers immediately. The dark muscular wolf had explained, "The bloodline needs some help from the outside, and you are a strong looking dog. If you do well, I may let you meet my bitch. Then we'll talk about why you left your territory to visit mine, Alpha."

To be continued...



Dominic Ch. 08



This is number eight in the ongoing saga. Check out my listing and you'll understand anything you've missed. 

"The bloodline needs some help from the outside, and you are a strong looking dog. If you do well, I may let you meet my bitch. Then we'll talk about why you left your territory to visit mine, Alpha."

Dominic accepted the offer and spent the next two days planting his semen in the females offered to him. When it came time to meet the queen, he'd felt under-whelmed. The other bitches had been adequate, but they were young and could learn. The queen had no excuse. When he'd entered the room she took no interest in him at all. In a "do as you must" fashion, she spread her legs so that her skirts parted to expose her sex. Dominic, a bit offended, stood looking at her. Her brown eyes showed her boredom.

"How many times have you done this, my queen?" Dominic requested as he moved closer to her.

"Whelp, I've been a mother way before you were born. Why would I find any fascination in some pale pup from..."

Dom shoved his tongue into her hole and she gasped. She jumped away and said, "That isn't the protocol for mounting a queen."

Dominic responded, "Shut up. Enjoy it while you can. I'll be going back to my home, soon."

After she failed to respond to his attention, he finally forced her, with a few mental suggestions, to become aroused. Not too much. She couldn't think he was changing her in any way. She writhed under his tongue as he finally smelled the flow of her arousal. After what seemed an eternity he shoved into her and was rewarded with the most expert pussy he'd ever been in. He came quickly, pitifully. The queen expertly slipped him out before he got comfortable and he was ushered away to the king.

Rodrigo, greeted him with curiosity again, "The girls tell me much about you. You take your time in approaching and mounting a bitch. All here have learned from the age of twenty, if not sooner, how to receive a mate. You've come across one who isn't educated? Possibly a black one, like my pack?"

"Why do you say this...Rodrigo?" Dominic made sure it was okay to say his name.

"Because, you showed no curiosity. A white guy usually shows a little bit. You don't show any. It makes me wonder how many you've seen. You seem to be waiting to see something here. What do you seek?"

"There is a female. I've taken her for my own. She is black. She is somewhat uneducated, as you say. She's not stupid, mind you. I need to know where she came from."

"We've lost no women. However, there were a few of an outside pack that left here for better prey. Perhaps, my queen can help you. She's from that pack." Rodrigo gestured to his left.

With this, she let her presence be known and sat down next to Rodrigo. She appraised Dominic as if she hadn't fucked him a few minutes earlier.

"They've been gone for over thirty years. They moved north."

"Do you know where?"

She looked around the room in thought until she came to what she was thinking. "They came from the bayou, so they'd probably settle near a heavily forested wet area. Virginia, perhaps. Or, the islands along the coast of Carolina. You aren't from the coast, are you?"

"I'm a Midwestern boy."

"It would be too cold. She can't be one of my family."

"Funny... I keep seeing a glimpse of her here and there."

"Midwest, you say? I hear it's flat there, and dry."

Dominic finally felt what she didn't want him to. She was probing for information on him. He cut off her penetration of his mind forcefully and replied nonchalantly, "It can be very wet during the spring."

The queen wiped her brow. His little reprimand had been very effective. She recovered quickly, though.

"She may be one of us. Describe her."

"About 5 foot 6, with a thin frame, skin like chocolate, high cheek bones, almond eyes, like yours..."

"Do you have a picture?" Rodrigo asked.

"No, I didn't think of bringing one. I could draw you a picture."

Paper and a very sharp pencil were supplied. He quickly, but carefully drew as accurate a picture of Ellen as he could. He wasn't quite satisfied with the nose, but his studies at the University had been so long ago. The picture was snatched from his hand and given to Rodrigo. He squinted at the face a moment and passed it to Stella, the queen.

Dominic didn't trust her impassive response. He pulled out of her quickly that Ellen's face was of great interest. She looked like her sister.

"You are alone, are you not?" Stella didn't show her shock as she changed the subject.

"I have a small pack..."

The male finished for him, "of mostly, made wolves. You are the only borne. What color is her fur?"

"Rodrigo, I'm not sure."

"She doesn't hunt?"

"No, sir. I don't change to take my prey, either...."

"You need to learn more about yourself, before you can lead her to the right path, dog. You mustn't mount her until you're clear about your role. Will you be the dominant, or will she?"

"I've taken the role, but I'm not sure if it fits now."

The queen walked in front of her mate and raised her skirts. He opened his pants, exposed his thick cock and said, "I am the submissive with my mate. Though I am the alpha, I deny her nothing."

He rubbed the head of his dick against her and penetrated. She ground on his pole as he continued, "If you give her the control, she will be your strength."

She moaned and shook as he gently, unceasingly rode her. "I have been with many," she panted, "but I chose him because of his will to please me. You need more bitches. I can see, even after me, you're not satisfied. Take him out." Dom was waved away as if he were a subject.

Dominic was shown out to one of the outer rooms. He was given food and offered more women. He chose a red haired yellow skinned girl. She bowed before him. Her small breasts swayed slightly as he had her jog around the room. The legs weren't long enough, but he would make do. He sat idly stroking his dick as she got herself ready. She stroked at her nipples and stuck her fingers inside her snatch. He smelled her readiness, but he couldn't quite get into the mood. His cock wanted to be embedded in his Ellen. The tight warmth is what he needed to calm him down. When he entered, the bitch was warm, but she had no fire. She bored him as she rode his cock. The wide sloppy pussy marked her as a favorite ride. When it was over, she caressed him and asked if she could be his bitch. He sighed and said, "I've got a bitch. A superior bitch in every way." He'd meant to rush her out of the room, but she thought he meant to keep her. She even settled down next to him in bed. Dominic didn't care. He wasn't planning on sleeping anyway. He got out of bed and left her in his room to explore the surrounding countryside. Really, he needed fresh meat, and there was no time to practice transformation like the present. He felt the pain as his spine became more flexible and his vision changed. He watched his hands form into paws as the jet black fur covered his body. He shook off the stiffness that overtook him. He smelled another nearby.

'Don't worry, Alpha. I followed to protect you if you need it,' Rodrigo's voice blasted in his mind. 'Tell me more about this bitch of yours.'

A red wolf passed into the moonlight and shook off the dew. The gray and red frosted his massive paws and tail.

'I can tell you're attached to her. My queen is a good judge of men. She says you're gone with her. You seek to please every female you meet.'

'I've done it all my life,' Dominic easily answered. 'It makes them happy before they die. And...It's Dominic.'

Dom jogged off to lay in wait for his prey. He'd seen some choice deer and he'd kept mental note of where to begin the search.

'They passed this way, but I know where they stay,' Rodrigo pointed his nose in another direction. 'You avoid the question. The bitch?'

'She irritates me,' Dominic confessed. 'But, I can't eat her, and I can't stay away.'

A low confident laugh rolled around in Dominic's head. 'It's not irritation, man. She knows you'll do it for her. She can't let you go after you've tasted and smelled a superior bitch. She's born with that. Think about it. Where's she gonna find another dog with that knowledge? Only here. And she doesn't know how to find us, right?'

'Right.'

The small river deer browsed with their ears pricked up before the two wolves. The does eyed them cautiously as they continued their mental conversation.

'My Stella knows something. She won't tell you. Your drawing reminds me of a lower ranking bitch in my caves. She couldn't handle traveling with the other pack. You should talk to her. Her names Iva. You chat with her and get yourself straight. Maybe, take her back with you....'

'No chance of that. I'm the only born male, remember?'

Rodrigo let slip a mental picture of three large breasted women waiting on a Persian rug. Dom was beginning to think he'd never find a challenging mind.

'You think Stella's the only one? Ha! I pick from the herd every few months to keep my senses going. I've even covered some white bitches just to change things up.'

'So how many do you go through in a night?'

That low laugh rolled around again. 'Just a few lucky ones. The rest I do in the daytime.'

Dominic smiled inside as he realized that Rodrigo wasn't as big as he had thought. If he had it like him, it would only take one a night to totally fulfill the need.

They parted ways and circled the herd in opposite directions. The choice was simple. There was a young doe with a white ear. She seemed a bit lame when they'd first arrived. The target picked, they ran the group to set the trap. Expertly, Rodrigo rolled the deer toward Dom's waiting teeth. Her throat came away from her body so easily, he rolled end over end and could only watch as Rodrigo sat panting on her thrashing body. Dom chewed the bit of muscle and her windpipe as he jogged up.

Rodrigo postured as if he wasn't going to allow Dom to feed. Dom shook his fur and moved forward.

'You don't know anything about ranking, do you, dog?'

'I know I'm bigger than you, right now. And I'm pretty sure, if you wanted to kill me, you would have by now.'

The laugh returned and Dom settled into the kill.

'I'll give you Iva for a few hours. She'll talk better if she's been used.' Rodrigo sent as he pulled out the entrails.

'That's not necessary. I think I've done enough wild oat sowing. Besides, if she is related to Ellen, I don't want to mess things up.'

'You really are gone, aren't you, boy?'

'I guess I am.'

When they were full of the doe, they changed back to themselves and carried what was left back to the compound. Dominic looked over at Rodrigo's impressive muscled body and wondered why he didn't change into a larger wolf. He felt a bit self-conscious as they brought the deer into the kitchen. His blood covered naked body seemed ghostly in comparison to all the men there. Though Dominic was strong, he wasn't the biggest one in any room. However, he wasn't the smallest, either. When the carcass was stored, the three women Dominic had seen in his head moved toward Rodrigo. He held up a hand and motioned toward Dom. They immediately began licking at the blood on his chest. He blushed with arousal down his chest. The rush of the kill was making it hard to resist. They took their time cleaning his body. He ached with the need to release. Rodrigo smiled as he caressed the nearest ass.

"So, show me this care you take with a bitch," Rodrigo smiled. "I bet you don't last five minutes. I'll give you your choice for the night."

Dom gently pulled one from her job and kissed her lips and face gently. She recoiled in confusion. They all had. Dominic figured the guys here were all business. He smelled the girls hair and put a hand to her breast. She was good to smell, but not the best. He felt a tongue on him and he stood as still as possible as he massaged the other two girls' asses and breasts in turn. When he came it was just to lubricate what was to come. His dick swelled as he dropped down to lick a pussy. The girl collapsed before he could get fully into the swing of things. He let her rest as he guided a girl on top of his cock. She slid on easily. Heck, Rodrigo had tapped her regularly. He slid in and out of her until she started to come. He moved her off quickly. He didn't want to get attached to her. The flutter in his belly was focusing his mind, and he felt it coming. He had two more to enter. Would he make it? Number two got on her knees in front of the spent girl's crotch and licked at her until she started to cry out again. Dom penetrated her easily as well. He ground into her as forcefully as he could and she fell over onto the first girl. He could feel that he was going to start his knob soon. The third girl dragged him toward her snatch. He said, "I'm sorry. If you don't want me inside you for a long while you should just get up and go."

She laughed, "I've been with the master." She gestured toward Rodrigo. "I'm sure I'll be fine."

"No, you don't get it. I get a lot bigger than this. You're a small girl..."

"Just put the little thing in me. I'll take you off with no problem."

She'd reacted like one of his human victims. He wouldn't break her, but she'd soon find out how wrong she was. He didn't prepare her. He just penetrated and came. She laughed in his face. The snide comment died on her lips as his cock quickly doubled in girth and the knob formed. He sneered down at her as he watched her realize she was trapped. She squirmed under him and begged to be let go. Her own well trained pussy muscles made it impossible. He pulled her into his arms and picked her up. Rodrigo came over and tried to pull her off. After she cried out from the pain it was causing, he shoved her back into Dom's arms.

"What the fuck?"

"She should've listened," Dom smiled openly. "I warned her."

He carried her in full view through the halls to his room. She struck out at him and pleaded, but he only laughed. He didn't stroke in and out of her until he'd closed the door. She stopped her protests and ground back into him. He enjoyed the sweat rolling down her breasts as she fought the urge to scream.

"It's okay, Rachelle. Just think of this as a marathon. It will be over in maybe four hours or twelve. It really depends on you. If you let me do what needs to happen, then it won't take so long. If you try not to take pleasure in me, I might become less aroused, and then you'd surely be on me for sometime."

She let out a moan that increased in volume as he urged her to come. When she did, she was out like a light. He dropped down next to her and felt her pussy continued to milk him through her faint. He waited for her to drop to a full deep sleep. He'd slide out in the morning with no problem. She'd probably think he got out of her sooner. Though this was pleasurable, it was also embarrassing . He'd had so much control for the entire time he'd been here. What would he tell Ellen of this trip? Absolutely nothing. 

End To be continued...



Dominic Ch. 09



Dominic hadn't planned on locking up with some anonymous bitch. He'd only gotten her name, Rachelle, from her mind. He finally was able to slide out from between her legs when he went down. When he slipped out of the room to make a hasty get away, he was greeted by guards. They took him directly to Rodrigo.

"What did you do to my bitch, Dominic?"

"I swell like that. I tried to warn her."

"You came, what twice, in the kitchen?"

"Yeah, Rodrig..."

"What did you call me?"

"Yes, sir," Dom hissed through gritted teeth.

"And then how many times last night."

"Just once more...sir."

"What the hell are you?"

"I'm just a man, sir. My father is this way as well."

"So you can turn it off and on?"

"No, sir. I just get aroused in a different way. I can feel it coming. That's why I told her...."

"Shut up!" The bellow rolled through the room. "Bring `em in."

A small woman was dragged in followed by Rachelle. Rachelle looked up at Dominic with fear. Dominic's response was a quick nod of his head. He looked back at Rodrigo.

"How long was he inside you?" Rodrigo drove his hand toward her crotch and she jumped back.

"Please, I don't know. Maybe, overnight?"

Rodrigo had her lifted up, so that she could be inspected closer. His hand went to her slit and parted her lips. He shoved two fingers inside and turned his hand. She stiffened and whimpered softly. He growled for her silence. The leader sighed and turned toward Dom. With a nod, Dominic's pants were down around his ankles. Rodrigo smirked and said, "There's nothin' special about that."

Dom desperately scanned for the underlying reason for this change of courtesy. There was more to it than the penis thing. Though he'd tried to hide it while he was here, he knew it would happen eventually. It was as though Rodrigo had been waiting for him to do something.

"How many did you mate with?"

"I'm not sure. I lost count after five..."

Dominic was thrown to the floor and a pair of knees pressed down on his back.

Rodrigo pulled an advisor close and whispered in his ear, "Round them up and have them examined. If they catch, have it fixed."

"You are to be detained," Rodrigo finally addressed Dominic. "We don't want you to create a disease in the pack. You should have told us straight out what you were. We gave you the women to see if you'd do this. After all of those women, I thought you were clean."

"What?" Dominic's outburst was greeted by a pair of hands wrenching his arms backward and something fastening his wrists together.

He knew he could easily get out of the situation, but he still needed to know why Rodrigo was so afraid. He relaxed under the force of the black wolves over him.

"You are to be quarantined until we know the extent of the infestation."

"I'm not diseased, and you know it! I'm just a different..."Dominic tried to explain, but his mouth was quickly covered.

"We'll find out where you came from and recover the bitch," A tall dark man entered the room. "If she is ours, we will know."

The tall man glanced down at Dominic dismissively and continued, "If there are more, we will send for reinforcements. Of course, if they're as weak as this one, we'll have no problem."

"Good, Louis. I expect you to be careful with any bitches until we find out the extent of his reproduction."

Dominic could have said he hadn`t procreated, but they had him pretty much trussed up by then. He could only manage a rolling growl.

Rodrigo laughed, "What? You thought I'd just let you in and give you bitches for no reason?" 

He presented his penis and urinated in front of Dom's face, as he continued, "We had to be sure. You nearly got away with it, though. You see, we know about your kind. You're just dogs. The product of inferior breeding. We'll take care of that. We'll take any pure bitches you've acquired and have you cut." 

Dominic was raised, his pants pulled back up, and he looked eye to eye with Rodrigo. He pushed his way into the man's brain and opened a door. Dominic received the information he needed. Dominic was not inferior. On the contrary. In some freak circumstance, he was perfection. More wolf than man. The pack couldn't risk breeding with him. His seed would upset the balance of Stella's old blood control. With more strength and speed, the offspring would prove no match. His children would be born to rule. The others like him were sent away, males to San Domingue and females to Mexico, to control the spread of the wolf-children and protect the pack. 

With the information he needed, Rodrigo was no longer necessary. Dominic opened another center in Rodrigo's mind. The change was imperceptible at first. It would grow inside him until he was a shrieking idiot. The king cast his eyes down and ordered his prisoner taken to the caves for safe keeping until the expedition returned. Dom was happy he hadn't been specific in anything that he'd said about where he lived. It would buy him time to get back home and move everyone into hiding. As soon as he was far enough away from the elite, he'd slip the bonds and stroll right out. After the few days he'd spent, he judged the ones with mental capabilities were high ranking and would act accordingly.

When he was thrown into a room with the older bitch he'd seen earlier, he knew immediately who she was.

`Iva, I presume,' he bowed.

She seemed startled to be addressed in thought. "Ah, yes, that's me." She blinked her almond shaped stained glass eyes at him for a moment and said, "They haven't let me near someone with awareness in a long time. Why now?"

Dominic sighed, "They don't know much about me. The queen..."

"Stella's not much of a wit, but she is smart enough to send my family away without a matriarch."

The woman's soft voice flowed gently over his thoughts and made him trust her. Or was it her. He pulled up walls for the time being.

"I am Dominic. I have one of your family at home."

"Yes, a bitch. Rodrigo told me when he came down to ... Well, we have an arrangement."

She sat down on the edge of her soiled mattress and looked up at him. Dom sat down next to her.

"I know you are wary with good reason. We can both let our guard down, and I'll tell you what I know," she sighed. "It's not as though we have anything to lose."

Dominic looked into the swirling brown stained glass eyes and agreed. He put his hands to her ears and let all of his doors open. She shuddered at first then he started to feel her open up as well. She'd been down here for years, but with another mind, they could escape. When Iva got to Ellen's image, she smiled.

"No, I haven't seen her before. However, she's very beautiful. Very dark, too. I would've never guessed. She's definitely from the North cluster."

"You know my father? You have his child? I..."

"Settle down, boy. Yes, Ryan is the only male I ever accepted fully. Others have tried. He is truly an exceptional man. If you are half of what.... ha,ha,ha,ha," she laughed as she shook off his grasp and the hold on her mind. "You're more than a lover, aren't you? She had to have been some bitch to take that."

"Hey, I didn't go there with you. Why'd you go there?"

"The longest Ryan lasted was 24 hours. If I wasn't your brother's mother, I'd take you for a ride! She must be like dope for you!"

"My dad was ...! I can't erase it out of my head!"

Dominic rubbed his eyes and stood up. The idea of having a sibling didn't surprise him. With all the women Ryan's had over the years, he was waiting to hear of one. It was just odd to happen now.

"So, where is he?"

"Jason's sent to Haiti, like the other men. He'll find his way back. Ryan's a real humanizer, huh? That's where you came from. When my mate changed him, he didn`t know what Ryan would become. He was a way to transport the family from Africa. That`s all. A captain with a large ship. He proved his worth. None died on the voyage, and he was allowed to take part of the treasury to settle elsewhere. He didn't leave. By then, he'd set his mind on me. I was a hard sell." She wrung her hands as she continued, "That's when I started to change. My mind became stronger, and I bent my family to my will. My mate was too weak. I chose your father to lead. It was a mistake. The family policy has always been for the pure to be diluted. Because he was a made wolf, a lot of them accepted him. That is, until he showed them that he could use his mind to move things. They immediately separated us. They did something to his brain. He wasn't the same. He seemed better in your mind. I'm glad. He doesn't know about Jason. They shipped him off to the English when he was well enough to travel. If I'd told them about your father's special gift, I think he'd have been killed."

They knew who Dominic was from the beginning. The instant he set foot in the territory they made sure it was the same man or a relative. He sat down next to her and put an arm around her.

"You've been down here since then. Why haven't you left?"

"I had no reason to go, Dominic. I thought Ryan would be dead by now. The made ones don't live as long.... When we leave, I'll go get Jason. We'll meet you at your house."

"They're looking for my place..."

"They won't find it. You were very good. They've no clue where to begin the search. We'll be there within the month. Please, don't tell Ryan I'm coming. He mustn't think you know."

A knock came to the door and Rodrigo rushed in. He'd obviously had a bad few hours. Dom hadn't thought that the Lead Wolf would crack so soon.

"You! Alpha! I sentence you to death!"

The guard intervened, "My lord, we don't have any reason..."

"He is a threat to the family! He has to die now, before it's too late!"

"Rodrigo," Dom tried not to smile, "what are you afraid of?"

"Kill him!"

"My lord, we can not kill him. It's against the law to kill another..."

Rodrigo turned on the guard. "He's not one of us! He's a fucking dog! He invades my house and threatens my..."

Dominic raised a hand and Rodrigo flinched back. "This is enough, isn't it Rodrigo?"

"Yes, you need to die," Rodrigo hissed.

"Then all I have to say is Boo!" Dom's words were a wisp as they hit Rodrigo's ears.

The massive black man looked at Dominic for a second and fainted dead away. Dominic set his jaw and made the guards sleep as well. Iva reached for him, but he turned on her and showed his disapproval. He couldn't allow her near. It would take every ounce of his concentration to set them both free.

"We go now," was all he said to her.

She followed him down the corridor and back up to the ground level. When he looked back to make sure she was still there, he saw the glow of her eyes in the dark. He nodded and continued out. When they passed the outer gate without a second look from the gatekeepers, Dominic released his mental hold. She draped her arm around his and they strolled in silence for a short time. She stopped and looked up at him. She didn't seem as old in the moonlight. Really, her gently rounded body made him think twice about that being a gentleman thing his father always spoke about.

"Thank you, Dominic. I'll see you." She called as she walked away. She paused turned slightly to accent her ass and said, "On second thought, I'll give you this for your dad."

She walked up to him and drew him down to eye level. She pressed her lips on his and he felt a jolt of electricity knock him back. He shivered for a moment before he felt the semen flow out of him and soil his pants.

"When she can do that, you'll be her bitch. Won't you, sugar?"

"Well, yeah!"

"Maybe, you'll be mine, too."

End...To be continued



Dominic Ch. 10



-Warning - This chapter contains a graphic transformation. Duh! Werewolves! If you're not into that, I warned ya, so you can go knit or something. – Truth

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"Look, I can't help you. You're the one that programmed her. You'll have to fix whatever happened that stripped away her commands," a rather large man sighed down at Ron.

"I can't get anywhere near her. This guy's disrupted my control. I tried resetting her, but she just ..."

"Let me get this straight. You reset her?" The big guy leaned forward to Ron.

"Yeah," Ron grew more confident. "I bent her over and did her just like the book said, but..."

"Wait. Franklin, did you do the test on page 23?"

"Test?"

"To see if your mind is strong enough to do the required exercises for full control."

"Well, it's been nearly ten years." The man frowned and tossed a well worn book at him. "What would the test have to do with getting her back?"

"When you get her back, are you strong enough to do it all over?"

"Yes, of course. I get it. It's from the beginning. I'll just have to get her for a week and return her, like I did before."

"She's too old for that. What do you want her back for? She'd probably be all stretched out from some black buck by now. Pick up another one who's ass won't be sagging in a couple years...."

"You obviously didn't look at the picture I furnished with the twelve hundred down."

The man shuffled through the papers on his desk and let out a whistle. "You must have invested a fortune."

"She's all real. 32 inch inseam, 22 inch waist.... My little black doll's all real. Right down to that little mole on her brown ass. I guess you know why I want her back. Besides, I'd just have to start all over learning some girl's fears from scratch. What's the fun of trying to invoke fear when they aren't afraid?"

The fear was what he lived for. The prostitutes weren't cutting it. They would throw his money back in his face when they realized what he wanted. Ellen was his only chance. He felt warm just thinking of how she could writhe and scream. He didn't want to see the bruising. That's why he picked a black one in the first place. The flash of her pearly white teeth as she anticipated the blows was heaven. He wanted to get heaven back. If this guy wasn't gonna get it for him, he'd find someone who could. Ron pulled the picture from his grasp and turned to go.

"Wait," the fat man called. "I might know someone. He might do it. She might just look close enough."

Xavier watched the lone horseman head straight toward his house. He made sure he was down wind and followed as close as he could. The rider jumped down and knocked on the door. No one had been to see him in nearly twenty years. He peeked out of cover and the horse immediately reared. Used to that kind of a reaction, Xavier walked up to the rider.

"Xavier?"

"Yes," he softly replied.

"I was sent by Mr. Johnson. He said you could help me. I've got to get my wife back."

"So, what's that to me? I don't do that anymore."

"He said you'd be especially interested in this assignment. Somehow, I thought you'd be older."

"Yeah, well looks can be deceiving. Especially in these parts."

"The farm belt? Hell, I'd thought you'd be all gnarled from the sun..."

"Give it a rest, Sparky. You're interrupting my hunt. Spill it. What's so special about her."

"Here," the thin man handed him a picture. Xavier was about to snarl that he didn't need to see her to know that he wasn't doing the job, but then he glanced down. The spitting image of his best friend's sister smiled back out at him. In his mind he knew it couldn't be her. She'd been dead for thirty years or more. Along with Chuck, God rest his soul. That fucker, Mike Johnson. He knew he'd do it. Asshole. Tossing some freaky image in his face.

"Johnson, said you'd be able to get an idea of where to look if I brought an article of her clothing. Here it is."

The twerp pulled out a pair of shorts from his pocket and passed them to him. Xavier quickly passed them in front of his nose before putting them in his coat. The shock struck him before he could guard himself. He jumped back. Usually, he could catch a scent without the person taking notice.

"What is it? I might have spilt something on it. It was a long ride and it might have gotten some.."

"No, no. I'm hungry. I need to catch dinner, before I start to eye your horse."

"Eye my horse?"

"Look kid, Mike didn't tell you why I live all the way out here, and I`m not telling you. I'm just gonna take your money and tell you when I get her for you. You're gonna take your corn fed ass and hightail it back to the city, right?"

"Hey, I'm not a city kid..."

"By the way you rode that horse, you are."

Ron mounted, and Xavier rushed the horse off with a glance. He looked at the picture again. High cheek bones. The almond shaped eyes with the high set round breasts popped out at him. He pulled out the shorts and took in the scent again. The spark of heat was all over them. How'd a human get a hold of a bitch in heat? Xavier raised his nose to the air to clear the sexuality from his mind. He decided to pay the local pack a visit in the morning.

***

When I came to, I was in my bed. My hands were sluggish. I went up my thighs and felt my pussy. It was fine. I dragged my fingers up my tummy to my breasts. They felt their usual firm roundness. I moaned softly as I tried to shake off the horrible dream I'd had the night before about Ron. I couldn't think of why I would have a nightmare about my ex strapping me to a table and mounting me.

I finally was alert enough to get up and walk to the bathroom. I got the shower nice and hot and I went to set out the clothes I would wear for Dom's return. I saw him curled up at the foot of the enormous bed. At first, I thought it was Ryan trying to break his stupid rule about not fucking me. I got closer and saw the scar along his right ear where I'd scratched him. 

"Dom?" My voice felt far away.

His eyes fluttered and he smiled as he stretched out of the ball he'd been sleeping in. He raised up and kissed me on the lips roughly. I moved back to see if it was really him. He arched his back and yawn, "You

finally woke up."

"How long have you been here?"

"Since yesterday morning, when I came to get you. You don't remember, do you?"

"It....It wasn't a dream, was it?"

He shook his head and tossed himself on the bed. "He won't bother you anymore."

I curled up next to him and felt this urge to make sure he was real. I ran my hands over his body. He sighed in gratitude as I worked my way down to his cock. It greeted me with a trickle of pre-cum. I wrapped my arms around his thighs and licked roughly at it until it started to stand on its own. I took the head into my mouth and he shivered. As I swirled my tongue around his dick, I saw other women doing the same thing. They weren't very good. They didn't give him the attention he needed. I nibbled at his balls, and he raised his legs to allow me access. As I felt him build up to orgasm, I knew that he wouldn't fuck me. He wanted to wait for some stupid reason. As I watched the thick whiteness fly out of him, he moaned pleasingly. I got up and took my shower. I'd just gotten my body clean when he said through the door, "You knew, didn't you?"

"So, what's so special, that you'd risk me kicking your ass again?" I'd tried to sound cold, but it wasn't in me.

"I promised you to Dad, tonight. You'll get what you want after that. He needs to get the fantasy that you've built up out of his system."

I could tell he was jealous, but not very. He would probably take his frustrations out on Karen later. I got out and started to towel off. Dom left and returned with Ryan. Ryan didn't hide his admiration as he took

the towel from me and began to dry me feet first. The towel was quickly replaced by his tongue as he traced the drops of water up my thighs. 

Dominic showed no emotion. He just stood back and watched as I allowed Ryan to continue his attention. I broke Ryan's grasp and went for the door.

Dom held the door open, "I know you've been a tease. I want to break you of it now, before you get into trouble."

As I walked out, I felt something forcing me toward the bed. I looked toward Dom and Ryan. They both smiled subtly and moved forward. Ryan took my hands and guided me toward the bed. I felt like running, but I didn't.

I let him drop down between my legs and wrap his arms around my ass. He picked me up effortlessly. He playfully tossed me on the bed and ran a hand over my breasts. I felt odd, but excited about the situation. I looked into Dom's eyes as the hands of his father were making me respond. There was more curiosity than anger in his face as Ryan spread my legs. I closed my eyes and held my breath as he sent a shockwave through my pussy.

His fingers massaged my nipples as he licked at me. The feeling was so intense, I started to move away. He locked his hands into my ass and dragged me back to his waiting mouth. `Just say yes.' He caused screams to come out of my mouth. I felt embarrassed as the wave started to build. My body trembled as he brought me close to climax. Suddenly, he moved away. I opened my eyes and moaned. He opened his pants and let me acknowledge his big hard cock. I looked for Dominic, but he was gone. Ryan pulled his

pants down and grabbed my knee. `Just let it go. I won't complicate things.' He yanked my body to the edge of the bed. This was for gratification. The older man was trying to make this impersonal. He shoved into me and filled me completely. I couldn't stop trembling. Ryan grunted as he pushed further in. I felt like the head of his dick was in my guts. As he drove into me, he praised me for my tightness and spread my legs farther apart. I heard myself screaming as he gripped my hips and howled. The sound frightened me, but I was too far gone. When I came, he quickly pulled me off. He spent his load onto the floor and crouched away.

"Wow! You are something! I think I've got a knob forming. That's...that's... This hasn't happened for a long, long time."

He seemed embarrassed. This made me a little bold.

"Then, why did you stop?"

"Girl, if I went with it, I'd probably break that little ass of yours," he smiled.

"I bet you would. So, we`re done, right?" A kittenish purr escaped my lips. What the hell was wrong with me?

"Yeah," he laughed. "We're done. I'm not gonna risk it with you again. I shouldn't have done this in the first place. If I was younger, I'd probably give you a go."

"You're not so old..."

"No, baby girl, we won't be doing this. It was a nice dream, but I need to wake up. And, you need a mate with fire."

I felt this clutching in my tummy as he zipped up and walked out. I'd gotten something out of it, hadn't I? I rolled over and pulled the pillows under my chin. I heard Dominic enter, but I didn't turn around.

"So," his voice rumbled. "How was it?"

"How was what?" I didn't want to talk to him. I wanted to figure out why my brain didn't work right when I was around him. I just fucked his dad, for crying out loud, and he asked me how it was? I felt his hands cup my ass as he sat down on the bed next to me.

"I promised him. I knew it wouldn't go far. The girls just give him blowjobs, anyway. I just..."

His voice faded away as I felt a pair of lips on the back of my neck. He pulled at my pony tail to turn my head. His teeth ran along my chin as he put his full weight on me.

"I can smell him on you," he whispered in my ear. "And, your anxiety. I want to replace that smell. What do you need me to do?"

My mind went to all sorts of naughty things immediately. Without my response, he dragged me off the bed and took me to the bath. He undressed and we took a long bubble bath. It smelled like vanilla. mmmm. His hands washing my body scrubbed away the awkwardness. I started to warm to his attention.

"You really are an exceptional bitch, you know?" He cooed as he ran his hands up my waist. "Anyone else would have balked at the attention. Dad's not the type to satisfy. He just wants in, then the thrill's gone. If you don't want me here, I'll go."

My response was a kiss that made my lips tingle. He must have felt the shock too, because he pulled me off. He scanned my face and the tingling increased as he tried to kiss me softer. I grabbed him and forced him to mean what he was doing. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and shoved me down in the water. I braced myself on his neck as he moved me out of the tub with his tongue in my mouth. I felt the electricity build in my mouth and flow over my brain. As he carried me it went down my spine and flowed over my ass. I felt the water drip off of my body as he released my mouth. His grip increased as he made the now familiar mating sound. The low rumble made my stash twitch. He knew my time was close. He was all for it. I wrapped my legs around his body as he carried me to my bed. He draped us diagonally along the mattress and penetrated facing me. His movements were slow and forceful. His blue eyes bore down on me as I kept my hold around his waist. I felt him growing inside me and his eyes started to shift to gold. I felt a strange pressure in the base of my spine as he grunted in my ear. Was he all the way at my spine? I tried to concentrate on that sensation by closing my eyes, and it wasn't Dominic. My skin felt like it was being pinched all over as the pressure in my tailbone turned into pain. I opened my eyes to see nothing but hair. So, I closed them again. 

Dominic's mane flowed over my face when I started to ignore the pain. His body was so warm. My legs slid off of him and he pushed faster and harder at me. My pussy squeezed down and I let out a scream. It wasn't my voice. When I opened my eyes again, I screamed again. The wolf inside me growled in my ear as my pussy gave him a reason to. It kept clamping down as the long snout brushed across my face. I tried to push him off, but I remembered that I'd hurt myself if I pushed too hard. The pain rolled up

my spine and I tried desperately to tell him to stop. He clutched me with his paws and snarled. I knew I was in trouble when my feet slid easily under him. I tried to say something, but my lips refused to move the way that they should. The pleas came out as garbled yelps and whines. Soon, I wouldn't even be able to manage that. My jaw was lengthening. I watched my nose slide out as my paws gripped at his chest. When the changes took over my body, I didn't feel fear. It switched off as I lay on my side with a big cock driving through me. Dom's haunches were crouch in so that he could bite my ear as he pumped in and out. I got up to my feet and he arched up to allow me to stand. I could feel my tail was pushed to the side to allow him free movement.

The bedroom door opened and I saw Ryan. He walked straight toward me and put his hand on my head. Dom snapped at him.

"You should really start telling her. She needs to know these things. She was scared half to death. I should have helped her."

Dom continued humping as he warbled and whined at his father.

"Look, you need to speak to her, now. This is not the way to..."

A rolling howl escaped Dom's lips and, without hesitation, Ryan howled as well. The long drawn out sound made me come. I'd never been filled like this. My clamped down insides squeezed even harder and I felt the pulse in his cock. He stopped moving. The semen spraying my cervix made me come violently. I dropped down. My pussy was held in the air by his well buried cock and my still clinched muscles.

Ryan gave me a scratch behind my ear and said softly, "It's okay, Ellen. I'm shopping for a better man for you. You've been waiting around. This ass of a son of mine doesn't deserve a piece of ass like you."

`Don't listen to him,' Dom's voice filled my head. `He's just bluffing. There aren't any better than me.'

"He's probably telling you a load of crap right now. Just come to me if you want more than just to breed. Don't worry. You'll learn to control when you change. This is just a temporary aspect of the life."

With that, Ryan gave my chin a tug and walked out. I looked at the gray brown of my legs. I was meant for this? To be mounted and produce the next generation of me?

I felt weak. Dom slid down and lay next to me with a paw over my side. When my hands slid over the side of the bed, I knew the ordeal was over. I felt my hair free body. When I sat up, Dom slept far on the other side of the bed. His body was back to normal, too. Did he really just want me for my womb? I'd only fucked him three times in the year that I knew him. He was waiting for my heat cycle? I shook off the thought and showered. I couldn't stop thinking about it. How personal was I with him? He didn't tell me about the whole werewolf thing until after he'd thought he'd planted his seed. And now, he had his father do me without any problem. Was I bad in bed? Was that all I was good for? I dressed and made sure my hair was pulled tightly into a pony tail at the base of my neck. I looked at myself in the mirror. A year ago, I was a quiet girl with what I thought was a good marriage. If only I had left him alone, I would have never known I was a werewolf, my husband would have been fucking me while I was hypnotized, and I wouldn't have to be freaked out every time I fuck.

Nah, it's better now. 



Dominic Ch. 11



- -The male on male action is due to dominance on one of their parts. Or so he thinks.- -

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Louis Bernard opened his cell phone and dialed his phone. He listened to his instructions and closed the phone quickly. The male had been spotted on the route through Illinois. The team would intercept as he drove through. The object was to follow and observe. The female would, under no circumstance, be approached. No matter how inviting she was, no male of the pack had permission to mount her. Stella had chosen her new mate, but refused to give the name until all of the pack became one again. Louis knew it was a matter of time until he was named. He'd been offering himself to her for years just for this opportunity. She'd groomed him to lead. When he returned with the bitch, Louis would be the only male with rank enough for a mating with the high echelon. He'd be up to his neck in prime bitches. Fat ones. Skinny ones.... He shoved the phone into his breast pocket, and straightened his shirt. The Black SUV would be headed this way. He could smell it.

When it rolled by, the group of cars followed at a good distance. The chase went on for hours. Had they crossed the border into Wisconsin? Or were they in Indiana? When they went to the country roads, they had to stay out of site. Louis trusted Michel with keeping them on the right track. They arrived at a massive villa which rivaled the place back at home. The white one jumped out of the car and burst through the front door. He called out and rushed around the grounds. Another came out. He was a twin? They spoke briefly and Dominic was off in the car again. Louis ordered a few men to hide on the grounds and wait. The main group would follow and find out why Dominic was upset.

Louis was tired and he knew that it had to be important for Dominic to get back on the road after he got home. They watched him get to his destination and go in. The door opened five minutes later with a figure running on bare feet toward the car. When he focused on her, he knew immediately, she was the one. She swayed slightly which made the coat that was covering her flow open. The curve of her breast flashed before his eyes as she hid behind the car. The way she squatted built up the image of natural grace. Her unkempt hair fell over her cheek as she scanned the block. She clawed at her arms and face with agitation. When Dominic followed her out, she forced her arms around him. His response was to kiss her softly and put her into the car.

Louis phoned the group that was left behind to prepare for his arrival. His call back to Stella would be of success. He watched the stupid man carry her sleeping body into the house. It would take very little time to get the men needed to take her back. By the next morning, he'd be enjoying his prize. Louis revised his decision when he saw her sleeping peacefully with Dominic standing guard at her bed. The dog wasn't as stupid as he'd thought. He gave the order to storm the house after eight days. That would give Dominic enough time to let down his guard. A regular roster of surveillance was posted at the hotel and Louis visited the local dance clubs and bars to scope out the food. The nearest one was forty miles away. That just left cows. Louis shook his head as the wolves caused a stampede and didn't catch a one. He was just about to have to go to a grocery store, when he saw something. A calf caught in some sort of snare. He moved closer slowly. The string was connected to a crude trap. Well, someone must frequent this field, and the farmer is trying to kill them. Louis sounded the call to leave.

He returned just in time to see the bitch mated. Her back arched agreeably off of the bed, as one of the twins quickly had his go. Louis joined the fun by stroking slowly on his cock. Then she was bathed and mounted again. She rippled as the fur covered her and her body changed. She was the brightest of red. She was a fox red over her body and darkened to a dark gray on her limbs and nose. Louis Bernard tried to listen when the bitch warbled, but she only kept repeating that she was scared. Louis smiled and pumped his cock faster. If she was afraid, she'd hold him tight. When the other twin came back into the room, he looked directly out the window toward him. Not good. Louis stuffed his painfully hard cock in his pants and had everyone move back. He watched the man stare out into his eyes as he spoke in a controlled fashion.

`Meet me in the kitchen. If you want her, I may be able to get her for you, Alpha.'

Louis stood up and nodded. Ryan continued to speak to the two wolves, but glanced at the standing man out the window.

When he got there, Ryan greeted the wolf with, "Wind shows all."

"And, the Alpha tells none," was the appropriate response for his pack.

"Why would you give the bitch to me?"

"I'll give her to you if, and only if, I'm allowed to return to my mate, Louis."

"You act as if you know me. I don't know you."

"Louis Bernard, I saw you created when your mother joined with your father. I saw you learn to hunt, and yet you don't remember?"

"I don't."

"Papa, you don't need to pretend. We are one on one here."

"Uh, Ryan?"

"Good, pup. You did remember."

"You should be dead by now. The leaders took out part of your brain."

"I'm just fine, Louis. I have no sense of smell, but otherwise I have no problems."

Louis laughed, "You've lost a few other things by the performance you put on earlier."

"She's not my mate. Why would I want to be attached to some bitch that I have nothing to say to? I don't know how Dominic does it."

"It won't be hard for me, either. It has always been the obligation of the Alpha to produce offspring."

"Well educated in the law, are we? What about the part about the mate complimenting the bitch? Is Dominic a compliment to her?"

"He tries. He wasn't meant for her, anyway. She`s not of his pack."

"She's not of yours, either. However, I'll let you have her , because my boy doesn't know how to take care of her. She's magnificent and he neglects his duty. He mates only during her heat. And then reluctantly. He hasn't even broken her in anally."

"That's not necessary. If a bitch is as good as she looks, it's irrelevant. The ass would be a let down, and it could ruin her pussy. A few toys, now and then, that's another story. Not too much to stretch out the works, obviously."

"He's done nothing. Not even a finger."

"Maybe you're just jealous..."

"Do you want her, or not?"

"Of course I want her! Who wouldn't? I'll be by to collect her when they've unlocked."

"No, Louis. She needs to be handled carefully. I'll get her to go to you. You're camped in the woods south of the stable, right?"

Louis nodded. "That's where you would have picked."

"Give me a few days to bring her around to the idea. I've already planted the seed in her mind."

"So be it," Louis bowed and went back to camp.

Ellen walked down to breakfast in an oriental style robe in her bare feet. She seemed ambivalent about there not being anyone else in the room.

"I sent them all to New York for a little surprise," was Ryan's not convincing reply to her inquiry.

She sat down and stared her tired stare at him.

"If I were Dominic, I wouldn't have let you leave the room until this evening. Yet another shortcoming of my son's."

"I told him no, when I could. I don't know...."

"He takes advantage of your naiveté. I'm sorry. We'll start from the beginning," he soothed as he set down a plate of a deep brownish red pudding.

Ellen picked up her spoon and went to eat it.

"Ah, ah, ah. Just leave it until I tell you what it is."

She dropped the spoon to the tablecloth with a frown. The night's transformation had obviously drained her.

"This is the first meal of a changed man. In your case woman. It is blood pudding. We don't use cow's blood in it. It took me years to perfect it. It contains hart's blood with a bit of human mixed in for flavor. I won't tell you how I molded it. It's not really relevant."

She looked down at the stuff.

"Okay, you've twisted my arm. It's mostly chocolate pudding. Blood's a gradually acquired taste, and most wolves enjoy the flesh more."

She dipped a finger in and tasted it. "Devil's food. My favorite."

"Good. Finish it up while I try to give you an idea of what will be expected of you." He settled into the closest chair next to her and continued, "You were born into a large family, my dear. Your parents shielded you from the outside world, didn't they? You didn't even go to your high school proms, because you didn't know anyone well enough for them to ask you. They shrouded you to protect you from contact with other wolves. The proximity of a non-related prime male is what puts a bitch through her first heat. Since you never came in contact with one, you never went into heat. You probably met Ron right out of high school, or even sooner. He was more than likely controlling you from the instant you met. This control also stopped your heat cycle. When Dominic came in contact with you, he asked me immediately to explain you. I couldn't. When I first saw you, I knew that you were different. I urged him to be open with you, but he hasn't. Your first time with him, you probably don't remember much. It's normal. The first change is a shock to the system. You had to be aware of the full transformation to know who you are. I've always prided myself in being able to judge an individual. You'll soon be frustrated. He's good for the time you get him, but he's flighty. He wants a mate without the need to service one. That's why he leaves. His curiosity overrides his sex drive and then I'm left with a sex starved bitch that I couldn't satisfy in a thousand years. You are an Alpha female and need a pack to run. The way you adapted my play girls is proof of that. You can stay here and be Dominic's plaything when he feels like bedding you, or you can have your pick of any male in a pack. Unlimited possibilities of pleasures."

"I'm fine here," she argued. "Dom was more affectionate this time."

"Did he tell you that you would change?"

"I didn't ask him."

"You'll attack him again. Or maybe me, if you're not happy."

"What makes you think that more sex would make me happy?"

"You know I can read your thoughts. Right now, you're wondering why I didn't want to lock up with you."

She looked away from him and shoved her chair from the table.

"I don't want to have children with you. If I did hook with you, you'd have my kid as sure as rain is wet. Do you realize how many kids I have on this earth? Well, not many, but I know a lot of girls, who got pregnant. I never wanted this line to continue. I had to get them to have abortions before the baby was old enough to change them into wolves. Before that, I had to eat them. El, I'm not much into eating humans, since I was one. You can see how important it has been over the decades to keep from leaving progeny. Dominic was hidden from me until his mother was too far gone. I loved her by then. How could I kill her for wanting to have my babe? That ten years was okay. A perpetually pregnant woman was not...."

"It takes ten years...."

"No, no. Not for a born bitch or one changed by blood. If she had asked to be changed, her metabolism would have sped up. It takes about the normal human time. Don't worry. You'll do fine and have lots of help in the pack to care for it."

She seemed thoroughly shaken, so Ryan stopped speaking to her for a moment. She stroked her neck silently as the information was sorted through.

"You want me to ...fuck a bunch of other guys. You want me to leave him for a bunch of unnamed strangers."

"I'd be sending you to the pack in Louisiana. I know a lot of them. I'd be going there with you. I miss being with the others. Besides, I'd lock with you there. Then you'd see I wasn't as useless as you thought last night."

"You could just have done it with me then. Now, I'll never fuck you."

"I had to make Dom believe that I wasn't enjoying myself."

She laughed and got up to go. He pulled her close and shoved his tongue in her mouth. He could see in her eyes that she'd felt nothing. He let her go.

"I know what you're saying," he sighed and went to get the paper.

The door bell rang. No one knew where this place was. Dominic raced down the stairs before Ryan could open it. He looked out at a tall thin white guy. He pulled a baseball cap lower over his face so that Dom had to open the door. Dom obliged and asked, "May I help you?"

"Yeah, I've come for," the man smiled, "Ellen. Yes, Ellen Beauvais. I mean Franklin. Ellen Franklin."

"You've got to be joking," Dom laughed in his face.

"Oh, no. I've been sent to collect her. My family is willing to pay a great deal of money, or a replacement bitch, to secure her safe return. We've only recently discovered her whereabouts."

Dom took a big sniff. The young, lower rank wolf was not from Louisiana. Dominic showed him in. The boy said his name was James. He stretched his lanky self out on the couch and commenced to eating everything that was offered.

"It's been a long trip," he smiled as he finished off half of a roast chicken left over from dinner. Ryan entered the living room and sat down.

"Your pack," Dominic asked.

"Oh, yes. Forgive me. My pack is located on the border with Canada and New York state. Some families do not feed. They've been hiding out there. We protected them in exchange for a daughter from their line. They're not from the north country. We like to improve the blood line..."

"I know about the bloodline stuff. What's that got to do with Ellen?"

"She disappeared ten years ago. Her family feared that she was dead. A group of us was sent to scent for her, but since she wasn't a breeding female, we didn't find her. Our range isn't very far. We recently tracked down a man named Ron Franklin who'd been hanging around her school. He confirmed that she was with him the whole time. Naturally, we want her back."

"What for? Why would I trade her for an inferior bitch? I plan to create a pack around her."

"You've no right to do so. She is a member of our pack with high rank. She's second only to her sister, who has just had her first litter..."

"Second, exactly. I won't turn her over. She's my queen. I won't part with her," Dominic hissed.

"You can't keep her. I can see by just listening to you. She'll bring you down if you don't know what she needs..."

"Who are you to speak about..."

"I am her cousin, sir. That is why I was sent as liaison. She is not an object. If she remembered what she could do, she'd have made waste of you by now. Besides, a mate's been selected for her since before she was born."

"Wait Jimmy," Ryan finally spoke up. "We had no idea, she was prearranged. Are there females of the same quality without attachments?"

"Dad," Dom glared at his father, "I don't give a damn! The bitch stays here."

"It matters because only the elite are prearranged. The imprint of her mate is on her at birth..."

"So, you're shipping off my bitch to some old guy?"

"Alpha," James tried reason, "she was chosen. He will be coming for her soon."

"I won't give her up."

"It's either send her home, where you know she'll be safe, or keep her. You know she'll be taken from you by the next strong pack that comes to get her. Why not take the deal?"

Dominic stood up. James stood as well and glared back into his eyes. Ryan went to get between them, but Dominic froze him in his tracks. Dom struck the younger man and watched him fall back against the sofa.

"I am the Alpha."

*** I heard this crash downstairs. I'd just gotten on my favorite pair of jeans. I forced the shirt over my head and let my hair flow wildly around me as I hopped the last few steps. I didn't hear anymore loud crashes, but I could have sworn I heard whimpering. I peered around the corner to see Ryan staring blankly across to the far wall. I looked in that direction and I saw Dominic forcing a guy forward over the couch.

"Dom?"

He arched around to look at me. I saw the man's pants were down around his knees. I wanted to throw up or run away, but I just stood there. He was thrusting in and out of the guy's ass. He didn't acknowledge me, but yelled at the submitted man, "Say it!"

"You're, uh, oh, Alpha! Please! You're the Alpha! I'm sorry!"

"She's my bitch!" Dom pulled out and zipped up his pants. "You're lucky I didn't have you suck it."

"Yes, master." The man dropped down with his face to the floor as he looked up at Dom and then sat gingerly on his butt.

"You liked that didn't you, you little bitch," Dom spat down at the man's erect member. "Introduce yourself to the bitch."

"Uh, Ellen," he sat with his hard on fully exposed. "It's me James, remember?"

I looked into his eyes and he did seem familiar.

"We used to play together with Lucy, your sister."

It slowly came back to me. "Jimmy?"

"I always hated that when you called me that. Look, I came to..." He was going to say bring me back home.

I sat down next to him and pointed to his cock. "When did this happen?"

"Oh, you mean maturity? When I stopped coming over. All that mock humping had to lead somewhere. I became a man and could never see you again. No, big deal. I'd almost forgotten about you when he scented you."

"What?"

"When he got an article of your clothing. Oh, thank you, Ellen," he purred into my hair.

I'd been idly stroking his cock as he spoke. Dom dragged me away as James finished himself off. He stood me next to Ryan and asked, "Who is he?"

"What, you didn't find out his name before you fucked him?"

He laughed off my attempt to embarrass him and said, "I want to know if he's telling the truth."

"His names Jimmy, I mean James Rousseau. He's a distant cousin as you can see. We're the black side of the family. He says they've been looking for me. Ron always said..." Ron really was a dirty, rotten bastard.

"He's part of this pack, now. You treat him as an underling. Don't ever fuck him. He's to be my other bitch until he submits completely."

"If I don't return to the pack, they'll know something's happened. They'll send someone."

"It's their fault for sending a bitch to do a big dog's job. I meant what I said about not fucking him, Ellen. Not even a pity stroke. I see how you look at him. I'm the only father to any kid you have, get me?"

Dom snapped his fingers and Ryan relaxed. "That goes for you too, old man. You can fuck her all you want, but don't lock up."

Ryan shook his head at his son and went to raise James off of the floor.

"Okay, boy. I'll give you, Veronica."

I watched Veronica's excitement as she saw James' cock swaying in the open air. She slid down and put it in her mouth. He responded by placing a hand on her head.

"Oh, no, my dear," Ryan stopped her. "He doesn't need to be pacified. Get on your knees."

"Yes, master."

"But," James started to protest. "I can't possibly..."

"Nonsense, boy. She's waiting. Let's see how you do. She's a submissive, so you won't have any trouble with her."

I watched Jimmy's shaft thicken as he moved stiffly toward the big breasted girl`s ass. He bent down and penetrated her with a firm thrust. Veronica immediately gasped from his attention. He held her gently as he moved deeper and deeper within her until his stomach met her ass. I felt my crotch get warm as he alternated with slow and rapid movements. I walked over and ran my hands through his short, brown hair. When my nails reached his nape, he shivered and whined openly. Veronica cried out as he slammed into her harder.

"That's good, baby," Ryan ran a hand over her back and squeezed a breast.

I found my hands moving to his chest and I caressed his nipples. He moaned and came. I watched the come flow down her legs as he moved out of her.




Dominic Ch. 11



"Oh, thank you, sweetheart," James' voice was low from the good sex. "I really needed that."

"I'm really sorry, Jimmy. You shouldn't have come to get me."

"It's not a problem. Do you think he's the first to show he's dominant? I'm fine with it. It happens more often than I would like to admit. It's the way we live."

I turned toward the phone and said, "I can probably get you out of here. I've got my own bank accounts. I can buy you a plane ticket...."

James grabbed my arm and kissed the words out of my mouth. "Don't worry about it. He'll be coming for you soon."

"He?" Ryan seemed overly curious. "So, is she really going to Louisiana, or what?"

"No, Ryan. She's going to be going with my cousin, as she is promised."

"On what side?" Ryan kept up the questions.

"Rousseau. My cousin Rousseau."

"Rousseau Rouseau? What kind of a name is that?"

"Rousseau is his last name, like mine," Jimmy frowned.

I began to wonder whether I'd seen him before.

"No, hon. If you had seen him, you would've converted to prime, and we didn't want that. He's very unique for one of us. You would know him, Ryan."

"Rousseau," Ryan mulled it over. "I know no man with that name."

"No, you do not. But, my cousin knows you very well. He remembers where you came from."

"So, he's black?"

"I will not say, monsieur."

Ryan smiled at the boy's slip. "You admit a relationship with the South pack."

"I do no such thing, sir. I am from the Canadian side. The French is a reflex. Like breathing. Like the scent of a high quality woman makes a man lose all reason."

"I wouldn't know," Ryan sighed.

"May I call to confirm my arrival and say you are well?"

End 

To be continued...



Dominic Ch. 12



Xavier made sure the wire transfer was successful by calling it in before he made his leave. He still couldn't believe his nose or his eyes. It was true, though. A free born wolf with eyes constantly dappled with gold grinned amiably at him. Fully a head taller than him by Xavier's judgment, the lead male shifted his weight from one foot to the other in impatience.

"Don't be afraid," his deep smooth voice caressed. "My eyes are like this all of the time. I won't challenge you. So, you brought it?"

Xavier handed the pair of shorts to the man. The wolf opened them to show the size.

"I got confirmation from my cousin, and she was where you said she'd be. She's a bit small? By her mother, I'd thought she'd be bigger."

"I wouldn't know,...master." Xavier unhappily resorted to tradition, since the alpha hadn't given his name. He pulled out the picture and handed that over, too.

"Yes, these must be tight against her skin. Why are you still here, Xavier? You've got your money. What else do you want?"

Xavier hunched his shoulders and said, "I want to know what's to happen to the guy that gave me the shorts."

"What for?"

"He owes me money. Since he stole your mate and took your first rights, I figured I could watch when you disembowel him..."

"I haven't decided what is to become of him. If she wishes it to be done, you'll be the first one contacted."

"Thank you, master. I look forward to another call."

***

I got Jimmy off of the phone before Dominic came back down. He strolled down the stairs and gave me a kiss on my forehead as if nothing had happened. I moved my head away and he massaged my neck with his hand before he pulled me close.

"Don't forget, I can smell it on you. You may not like me right now, but you'll come to me. That plug should slide out of you any minute, now. You want to stay filled, don't you, bitch?"

I wanted to say no, but I'd never had such a good fuck. I was stuck, because my pussy wanted to be filled with his big fat hard long cock. No matter what freaky stuff he did. He could lay the pipe and he knew it. Damn it!

"Yes, Dom. I need a big hard dick to satisfy me."

He didn't like this response, because he frowned and said slowly, "You don't talk like Karen, do you?"

"Uh, okay, no. I won't speak like that anymore. I thought you'd like that."

"No, Ellen. You're to set an example. From now on, you give me respect."

I felt like he won. He didn't have to pretend with me. Maybe, that's why there were so many men at that getting acquainted party. Maybe he wasn't into girls. I was to be the jewel in his crown. He looked at me oddly.

"I fuck when I want to, bitch. Not when it's required for you. I like it in there, but you've got an attitude. I give you the privilege when I want. Have you seen any men roaming around here? No, because I don't do that on a regular basis. He needed to shut the fuck up. I just needed to make sure he knew who the alpha was."

"Am I supposed to give you a pat on the back because you fucked some guy up the ass?"

"We all have to do it. I should've done it to you, instead of waiting until you're healed up."

I realized that it wasn't about the pleasure of anal sex. It was all the power. He didn't want an equal. I thought I'd gain my equal share of his life. When Dom ordered James to his rooms after dinner, that made up my mind for me. Big dick, or not. This girl's got to go. There's no telling what that whore of a man gave me. Before him, there'd been only one man. Dom had probably hundreds of men and women. The question now was where would I go? North or South. Both places were vying for my attention, but the fact that I had family in both places made the decision bad. I had to find out more. I asked James if we could speak quietly together.

"You know I'd do anything for you, El."

He gripped my hands and pulled me out through the double doors that led to the tennis court. His eyes glowed in the darkness as he looked me up and down..

"You know he's not for you. He's bisexual on the one hand and a bearded homosexual on the other. Most Alpha's assume the posture of mounting and then run themselves over my ass. The ones that penetrate don't last too long. The offspring are few. I'm used to it, because I used to be that man he's trying to be. I relinquished my role next to Lucy. She deserved better. So do you. The one chosen for you is a good wolf and comes from a potent line."

"I don't want to hear about that," I grimaced at him. "I want to know about my family."

"Darling, everyone is well. Your mother misses you daily. The brothers are outside of the pack. One a banker in Washington state, and another plays baseball, I think. The family is ready for your return. Lucy is waiting to hand over the reins, when you're ready. I was to change you, you know? Not her. I would have tried harder for you, mon cheri. We were always the best of friends." He wrapped his arm around me and breathed on my ear.

It took me back to those days when I didn't know what a man wanted, and Jimmy wasn't a man. It was a time when we could do everything but the dirty deed with no consequences. I put my hand on his chest and traced a line up to his face. His glowing eyes closed as I ran my finger tips over that great spot behind his ear. I let him draw me in and put his lips on my cheek. I admired his almost porcelain skin against my dark fingers as I trailed them back down to his chest. He let out a soft sigh in my ear as my hand went lower. He caught up my hand in his and kissed my fingers. I looked down and saw a bulge in his pants.

"I'm not dead, Ellen. You do it for me. Hell, I'm sure you'd do it for others as well. But, I don't think you should fuck me. It might be that I'm like my cousin for you. I don't want you to mistake one night for a lifetime."

He dropped my hand and went back inside. Party pooper. I followed him and asked him to go to my room with me. He said no. I just wanted to explore his body and be taken care of for a little while. I went up to my room alone. When the door was shut, I heard a tapping at the window. I shut off the lights and saw Jimmy balancing on the window ledge. I opened it and he dropped in effortlessly.

"You called, mistress?"

"Uh, no."

He smiled and pulled me in. "Care to revise that? This is a one time only offer, girl."

"What's the offer?"

"You can do what you want with me, as long as I don't come. He has to think I've been untouched or he might not be too agreeable tomorrow."

"Okay, I want you in bed."

He pulled off his clothes. I took his penis in my hand and gave it a squeeze. He looked down at me with disapproval, but stood stock still. I ran my hands all over his body. When I got closed to his cock again, his hands twitched. I slid down his body until I was eye to eye with his business section. He whimpered as I pulled it into my mouth. It grew like I knew it would. The skin grew tight around the glans and I released it. He fell back against the wall and looked with genuine fear at me. That would be enough for tonight. He did want to make himself available for Dominic. I made sure that his cock was between my thighs anyway when I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, I felt a pair of arms around me. I turned to see Jimmy hadn't gone to see Dominic last night. He snuggled up to me in his sleep. I smiled at his open defiance and went back to sleep. Ryan woke me and offered me some tea. I drank it slowly and he watch James lying in bed unaware.

"You should get him back to his home before Dominic wakes up."

"That's not necessary," Dom spoke from the door. "I won't hurt him. I think he was too tired to wake up after she went to sleep with him. Really, it was pathetic the way you two cuddled. You could have at least made it interesting so I could punish you."

I didn't get out of the bed or he would've seen the trail of pre between my legs. He hadn't come, he just left a mark on my thighs. I watched Dominic's frown and I got up the nerve to speak.

"Should I be afraid?"

"Oh no, my queen. I hope you didn't take me seriously. I wanted you all to myself. If you want him, make sure you're free for me."

His calm was fixed. Ryan said he knew I wanted to leave.

"I've sent word to the Southern pack to come and negotiate," Ryan sighed. "I was going to have James call his cousin. That way you can make the decision you need with all of the concerned parties here. If I knew you were one of us, I would have called them when he left you the first time."

"I don't want to be auctioned off like a side of beef."

"That's not the idea. You meet them. You do what you want after that. You'll still be welcome here, no matter what you do. I'll even risk hooking up with you, if that'll make up your mind."

I smiled and fell back on the bed inches away from Jimmy. He rolled over instantly and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"What's happening here?" He murmured into the pillow under my head.

"I get to choose who I go with."

"And you want me to bring Rousseau here. Can't do it," James smiled widely.

I slapped his chest and asked, "Why not!"

He broke out into airy laughter. "He'll be here some time today... or tomorrow? No matter. He'll be here."

I didn't know what I should do. I wasn't going to get all dressed up or excited. I washed my body and went down to eat. The rest of Ryan's "friends" had returned at dawn. I took my seat as they milled around half-naked as usual. Just by looking at the people around the table, I realized Ryan's conviction about his line ending. None of them were wolves. He offered me some potatoes before he set it down between James and Dominic. They tasted of blood, like the pudding. I discretely moved it around on my plate as the show went on around me. I jumped when Karen was tossed forcefully to the table. Her sandy brown hair flowed over the edge as her back was ground into the table. Dominic got up from his seat and looked into my eyes. He slowly lowered his mouth to her large areola and nursed on her nipple. All the while, he focused on me. I wanted to not care, but my pussy did the thinking. I could feel his tongue through my clothes. She was entered by a well muscled black man that I hadn't seen before. He stroked into her with relish as she helped by raising her ass. Dom held me there with his eyes and switched to the other breast. When he was satisfied that he had my attention, he unzipped his pants and pressed his cock at her lips. She accepted it with a moan. I felt the moisture in my crotch break free, and I squirmed in the wetness.

Ryan whispered in my ear, "He wants you to do something."

I couldn't. His body arched as she took him all the way in. I marveled at her ability to put her nose at his balls.

"Get over here," he grunted at me. "Or else."

I moved closer. He pushed me toward her breast and I caressed them idly. Not satisfied, he warned me again. I didn't know what he was warning me about. I moved away. Then, I noticed his back tensed. Karen started to struggle under him. He was swelling in her throat. He'd kill her. He pulled out just in time for me to see the ball forming. He looked at me and I knew what it meant. Karen coughed convulsively as the big black man continued to ride her. It would be as easy as that. I stay or Karen goes out like a light. Dominic walked out to the foyer with James hot on his heels. Dominic wrapped an arm around him before he went out of my sight. I turned back around to see Karen's sex flush cover her whole chest. She moaned and trembled under her buck while he started to come. I watched the sperm slide down her ass and all over the table. She looked over at me and smiled. She was fine for being a pawn. I was just about to inspect the new cock, when James rushed back in. He was red faced and bottom naked. He came right up and half carried, half dragged me out to the front door. The door was opened to a tall black man with a long black coat on. James let me go and presented his already used ass to the newcomer. Louis dropped down and nonchalantly pressed the crotch of his pants to James' ass. He popped up and looked around the house.

"Nice place. I've been looking forward to seeing the inside," The man voiced in a low growl.

"Yes, sir. This is Ellen," James quickly offered.

"I am Louis Bernard. I represent the South. You'll like it there."

"I," I tried to greet him, but the words stuck. Damn he was fine. Everything about him oozed sex, and I wanted to try some. My stomach cranked up in a good way.

"Jimmy," Dominic jogged down the stairs. He stopped in mid stride. He eyed Louis.

"You've got something to say, bitch?" Louis voice was just as calm as before.

"She's mine." Dominic rumbled.

"Ha, I wouldn't be here if she was. Now, go back to your little game while I get acquainted with her."

Dom closed the space between them until he was a breath away. "She's staying right here."

I knew Louis had hit Dom in the chin to force his head down. The movement of his hand across Dom's face was quick and smooth. Dom caught his hand on the second blow.

"I won't let you do that again."

"You don't have to," Louis smiled, "I've got you, and you know it."

Louis brushed past him and put his hand on my shoulder. He pulled his pants open and showed me his impressive member. His sensuality flowed over me like a wave. I was in trouble. Dom came close as well. He put a hand on my waist and kissed my earlobe. I knew exactly what he was packing. The two sexual men made me want to spread my legs right then. I forced myself to not touch them. I went up to my room to change my underwear. I looked at the creamy liquid on the crotch. How was I supposed to choose between the two? And there was another one coming soon. I couldn't wait for the last one to get to the house. If I was gonna choose, I was going out a happy girl. The visions of a cock in me and in my mouth made me rush back down the stairs.

End To be continued.... Her selection process. 



Dominic Ch. 13



I watched the two men get as comfortable as two naked guys could get. The new and improved orgy room was offered to me by Ryan, and I accepted. I had them strip to compare bodies, but that was no use. The broad chests and tight asses didn't help my decision much. It just made me take my own clothes off. There was no touching between us at all. Louis stroked his fat cock slowly while I had him turn and posture. He bounced his pecks and let out a soft rumble at me as I gave his balls a little squeeze. I then turned to Dominic's body. I'd known it only a few times, so the vision of his long fat dick still did it for me. I gave him a little longer squeeze and watched a drop of pre slide down my fingers. I let them see me lick it off, and I felt this urge to spread my legs to let them see what they were getting. I slid down to the floor and rolled onto my back with my legs in the air. They rushed forward. I scolded them softly and balanced my

weight on my shoulders. That focused them on my ass in the air. I spread my thighs as far apart as I could. The look on their faces prompted me to roll over and show them my split. I rolled my hips to show that there was more to the split than willpower. They swayed slowly in their lust as I pulled my legs in and got up. As one they reached for me and lifted me from the ground. I flailed helplessly as they held me up. Dom licked one breast, and Louis the other. They must have negotiated, because there was no argument as to who would suck and fuck what. Louis continue to hold me up by my waste as Dominic sucked my pussy. He kissed my neck as I flowed into Dom's waiting mouth. They switched off and Louis' lips surrounded my eagerly waiting clit. I grunted as his powerful tongue forced me to come, even though I'd just finished before. I heard his slurping as my juices flowed again. They set me down and I gripped their massive cocks in my hands. A year ago, I wouldn't have thought of this at all. I guided Dom in front of me and sucked in the head of his monster. Louis raised me so that I was on all fours. I was entered roughly and without ceremony. One point off for Louis. He could have at least rubbed his cock against my opening first. I nursed on Dom as I was forcefully ridden to a moaning orgasm. Louis grunted into me further as I tasted Dom's salty semen coursing into my mouth. I guess the moan did it for him. He pulled out and let the jet fly over my back right onto Louis' chest. Louis gripped me and rutted more deeply into me. It started to hurt the way that he pounded into me. No, I was not going to live with that for the rest of my life. 

This would be the first and last time for Louis. Dominic grinned as he saw my obvious discomfort. He gave my nipples a squeeze and let me gain release through an orgasm. When I squeezed his cock inside me, Louis stabbed me with his hot seed. He rammed in even harder until he slowly started to lose his erection. He dropped off of me with his legs trembling uncontrollably from the force of his come.

"Now, that's what I call a great bitch!" Louis' voice made me want to puke. I moved across the floor and he hopped over to give my ass a slap. My cry made him chuckle. Dominic recommended they go downstairs to eat. It had to have been a long journey for Louis.

I stood up awkwardly and went to take a shower. Dominic turned me around and said, "I told you there's no one better than me."

I nodded at him and continued on my way to my shower. Louis followed Dominic down to the dining room as I closed my bedroom door. I let the shower flow down my body. I noticed that my clit still itched from the pussy assault that Louis put on me. I directed the stream of water over it, but the stimulation only made me hotter. I heard a strange noise coming from outside the door. I opened the shower door to see Dominic standing close by. He slipped in quietly and turned off the water. He massaged my breasts and gave me a lingering kiss.

"I should've warned you, but you were determined to go. Can I help you feel better? You know how I can do it. I won't do anything that you don't want me to do."

His hands were already massaging my pussy. The roughed up labia swelled with his attention. The unruly thing practically smacked its lips at the prospect of being wrapped around his dick for three days. I pulled away and got control of my crotch with difficulty.

"No, I'm not yours just yet. There's another man in the field and we haven't seen him."

"If he's anything like James, he's a cream puff and I'll fuck his ass, too."

I know he meant that as a fact, but I didn't want to hear it just then. I shoved him out of the shower and I scrubbed as practically as I could. My pussy was talking to me big time. It still leaked Louis' offending semen, but it was chanting for a long session with a fat hard cock. At lunch, I gorged on the left over blood potatoes and tore open the partridge that was offered to me. I'd never felt so hungry in my life. Could I be pregnant? I had been with two, no make it three, guys in the same month. I decided I would buy a test in the morning. I drank as much wine as my conscience would allow and followed the others to the newly finished entertainment room. Ryan opened the lock to the wing with relish. The guy must have been waiting a long time to enjoy the opening. Our group of mostly humans walked down to the farthest point from the main road. Ryan smiled at me as he threw open two enormous ornately carved doors. He took my hand and pulled me through the curtains which shrouded the entrance from the hall. I gasped at the absolute size of the room. Room? It was a cavern filled with every toy known to man. He ushered the rest of the crowd in, and the humans immediately squealed in delight and ran from station to station. Karen licked a silver dick that was protruding from some sort of a seat. Ryan went to her and explained that lubrication wasn't necessary. He pressed a button on the machine and an orgasm of lube covered the metal cock. She shrieked and jumped onto it to feel the lube coat her insides.

"If you like this, girl, you'll love this," he smiled wider as he flipped some sort of invisible switch on the back of it.

Karen immediately started to tremble. She raised up to show me that it was spinning inside her. Another switch or dial was changed and she openly rocked her hips on the machine. Ryan lifted her up again and the spinning fucking machine drove into her well lubed snatch. He set her back down and gave her nipples a twist. He then strapped her thighs down and moved to take her wrists as well. She protested.

"You could hurt yourself if you're not monitored. It'll stop when it thinks you need a rest. There's a basin below the mechanism that collects your urine and feces, just in case you outlast the experiment parameters.

It'll fuck as long as you want it to."

Karen allowed him to velcro her into place. Her hair was pulled back into a vice that would keep her head up, in case she passed out. Karen ground into the machine and moaned. Ryan showed me a screen with a display of her heart rate and arousal. I whistled at the pressure readings for her pussy. I wondered if I could match it. I asked Ryan for a go at it when Karen was done. He just laughed and said he had something special for me, but he'd leave the best for last. We went on to the next machine. James was escorted into place with his abdomen supported by a formfitting chair with a hole for his penis and scrotum to dangle through. Pressure pads were put into place over his nipples. His arms were strapped to a hanging

bar and his feet just reached the two foot rests. Ryan closed this big box over his pelvis front and back. I found the monitor for this one and saw Ryan's hand stroke James to hardness, then something that looked like a cow milker was suctioned to his cock. James barely changed his face except for a raised eyebrow in the direction of Ryan. Ryan turned on a switch and I watched a spinning silver dick head for the anus. It must have not had the right angle, because it changed angle before it shoved into his waiting ass. Jimmy's sigh was worth it. I watched his pelvis driving into his support as the spinning started and then the spinning fuck. James whimpered and sighed. I knew by his smile he'd be there for a while.

"We're not done. You three," Ryan directed three human men to move to the next fun thing. There was a row of openings. Ryan directed them to get hard and insert their dicks. They slid in easily enough. Then they braced themselves against the outside of the holes.

"Relax, and it'll feel really good." They did as he said and they even started to hump at them. Dominic and Louis were given over to another machine. They both sat down in a room and were greeted by me. Me!?! The fake me crouched like a cat and sprang at Dom. He fell back and was rewarded with a me on his cock. It ground into him and he put his hands behind his head to relax.

"Not as good as the real thing, but she'll do," he shouted out to Ryan.

She/me/it pulled Louis by the cock to her face and sucked him in. Ryan went through the other toys. Each person was assigned a new toy to fuck, until it came to my turn. There were no more things left that I could tell. I looked back at the room filled with fucking people and I noticed the door was very far away. Ryan gave me a squeeze and shoved me toward the curtained wall. I thought I'd hit the wall. I didn't expect to fall through the curtain into another room.

"This is your machine, baby girl."

It looked like a table. A simple table. Geez. Everybody else got great crap. Where's my great crap? Ryan had me lie down. He made a quiet bark and a man appeared in the doorway.

"Ellen, this is Matthew. He's your own personal love slave. I made sure he has a special feature. You know that probe we used before?" 

I nodded and looked down at what looked like a flaccid human cock.

"This one's made out of a super polymer that can stretch even more. And you see the folds of skin around the balls? He'll get probably as long as my idiot son."

Matthew came up to me and smiled. I didn't smile back. He put a hand to my face and kissed me. Huh. The tongue felt real. He kissed my neck and trailed down to my breasts. I moaned as a finger went inside me. My little lips tightened around it and he increased his attention to my nipples. My pussy started to talk to me again. It wanted to be fucked. Cut out all the foreplay. How was his cock? He moved to suck my pussy and my clit jumped out into his mouth. I whimpered at the pleasure. Nothing about Matthew was unnatural or unreal. The slurping and licking felt the same. Had Ryan altered a human to satisfy me? Matt spread my thighs and the table at the same time. He rubbed his cock against the labia and they spewed my fluids to make it easy for him to enter. He slid in and made a satisfied groan. That tears it!

"So, where are you from?"

He smiled and winked his metallic blue eye at me. I knew it.

"I'm from California," he grunted as he started to stir up my pussy.

"Mmmm. I thought you were real."

"It's all real, except for the implants he put under the skin. My cock

got pretty long before."

"Such beautiful eyes. He knows I can't say no to eyes like that."

"Thank you. The better to fuck you with, I guess."

I let a satisfied `Ah' roll out of my mouth as I started to come.

He grunted and shot deep into me. I figured that was it, until he started to convulsively jerk his pelvis. He settled down and kissed my forehead. Then I noticed he was growing inside me. Ryan was right. It felt like that probe he'd used to judge how big a cock I could take. I arched my back so that he could gain more access. He drove in faster and I wrapped my legs around his muscled ass. He humped well. He hit me just right and the swelling dick wasn't half bad either. We fucked until he couldn't move anymore, and he slept inside me with his massive cock still rock hard. He smelled, but I didn't mind. After all of that fucking, the sweaty stench had to get into my nostrils. I slept for a short time until Matt started to drive in and out of me again. Dominic came in and informed me that it had been two days. I looked up at him and gave him a tired smile.

Matt went on with his good, good fucking. Dominic snarled and watched Matt's cock sliding in and out of me. I could see that my scent was getting to him, even though he wanted to appear disgusted. He shook his raven hair over his face and looked down at me.

He moved close to my ear and said, "The other guy is here. Besides, the human's probably ready to die in your service. You aren't even partially satisfied, are you?"

"Well, no, not really." I moaned as he ran his fingers over me nipples.

"I'll go tell him the situation, and he'll come and get you. Poor boy, I'll miss the opportunity to make him submit."

A chill went up my spine as I looked into his eyes and he let a wave of gold flow over them.

"You're done, boy. Get out of her before you get yourself killed," Dom smiled.

Matt laughed. "Look, guy. I can't just pull out. I need to..." Dominic laughed too, but only for a moment.

Deadly serious, Dom grumbled, "You don't get it. I'm not the one you should be worried about. If you value your life, you'll get out."

Matthew pulled as far out of me as the swelling would allow and shivered slightly. I felt his cock shrink and it slid right out. He backed away and nodded to me in a `this isn't over' way. I stretched on the table and rolled onto my side. Dominic was truly, painfully aroused by the bulge in his pants, but he didn't make a move for me. My voracious twat vibrated between my legs. It needed constant filling. Why? He smiled that sexy subtle smile, and I started to moan softly. Even his promise of three days of pussy numbing fun didn't guarantee to make my insides stop the droning for a big fat dick. I pulled myself together enough to be escorted up to my rooms to change. The come slid down my legs as I climbed the stairs with my own steam. Dominic made sure that I didn't fall, but gave me a lot of room. I suddenly felt very sleepy.

"You should rest. He'll see you when you've got enough strength to survive...."

I mumbled, "Survive what?" He carried me the rest of the way up to my room. 

END...To be continued.



Dominic Ch. 14



(not much sex in this one)

I dreamed I was running through a pasture. The sheep were bleating in fear as I gained on them and stretched out my neck to make contact with a leg. The ewe tumbled and I hopped cleanly over her rolling body. I tore at her throat until I tasted the blood in my mouth. I opened the body and devoured as much flesh as my belly would quickly allow. I heard a noise in the underbrush and I curved my body to appear larger. A black wolf entered the pasture with a smooth curve of a jump over the fence. He circled me and I found myself backing away from my kill. No, it was mine. I forced myself to growl, but it came out as a warble. I lowered my head and flashed my teeth at him. He raised his head and glanced sideways at me. I dropped away. A gray male entered and took my kill from the black. I could only watch as they ate my food in front of me. The gray came forward and urinated in my face. The superior scent of him made me tingle in my pussy.

No, the jerk stole my kill. I don't.... I need to be serviced. I've got to be filled. I jogged off with my tail down as he followed. He sniffed and licked my sex. He had to know the heat would overtake me at any time. He would mount me and I would be his bitch. I felt my tail curve around my opening. I was responding to his offer. I ran. I forced myself to go as fast and as far as I could. He wasn't the one. He wasn't the alpha. He had no right to mount me. I felt my lungs tingle as I reached the far end of the pasture. He caught my leg and I dropped to the ground. He smelled me again and went to grab my neck. I felt the weight of him as he tried to enter me. Suddenly, I was rolling on the grass alone. I jumped to my feet. The gray looked toward the trees on the other side of the fencing. A massive creature stared at us. The flame red fur flashed in the moonlight. The black made a break for freedom and was stopped by a howl. The two males raised their heads and joined in. I found myself answering the call.

The giant red thing soared over the barrier between us. It was a wolf, wasn't it? He looked more like a bear. He looked down at me and sat down.

His tail swished over the grass as he reviewed the males. He put his nose to the ground and made a frightening snort.

'The south will come forward,' the deepest voice I'd ever heard flowed gently in my mind.

The gray wolf slinked forward and prostrated himself in front of the bear-wolf. A massive paw nearly covered him up.

'Go home, dog. The bitch is not of your pack. Be happy with the family you have.'

The wolf sprang forward off of the ground into a sprint. He disappeared into the darkness so quickly, I was sure it swallowed him. The wolf left behind warbled and chattered his teeth at the large male. He stood up and shook his head from side to side. When he fluffed up his fur, he slowly made his dominance clear by letting a thick stream of golden piss land in front of the black's feet. The raised leg went far above my head. The black curved himself into a respectable cower and let out a series of whimpers.

'I accept you, my dog. Prepare for my coming. I will not need much to mount my bitch.'

The black wolf dropped his head in a nod and backed away.

The creature raised his nose in the air again and voiced, 'I always did enjoy the smell of a good female.' He crouched down to eye level with me. The swirling gold and silver of his eyes drew me closer.

'The sweetness of her sex mingled with sweat of her exertion makes me take notice. I took that scent before. When it was brought to me, I rejoiced in her awakening. The fear was that it would never happen.'

He rounded my rear and made the unsettling snort again.

'Yes, you are prime. I must pay you a visit. Will you allow it?'

In my mind, I screamed, 'You'll split me in two!'

'It will be well. You just need to trust me. How could I ever hurt you? Even now, you fight the desire to be ridden. In some recess of your mind, you hope I fill that troublesome place of yours as only I can.'

I woke up in a sweat. The image of that massive hair covered cock and balls kept appearing every time I closed my eyes to sleep. I finally decided to go down to the kitchen and see if I could eat. When I got there, I found Dom sitting in the dark. I left the light off and offered myself by standing near him.

"I won't stand in his way," he softly said. His hand went to my inner thigh and it drew circles down toward my knee.

"Louis? I won't..."

"Rousseau. I won't stand in his lordship's way."

"I haven't even met him, yet. What if I don't want to be with him?"

"You will. And you know about me, now. Why would you want to stay?"

I shook my head at him for his fatalism and left him to sulk. My crotch continued to complain to me about it not getting any action, so I went back up and decided to pacify it for a little while. I pressed a finger into my tight hot hole and was greeted by a squeeze. I ran my thumbs over my nipples and watched them rise. What did my dream mean? Did I need a guy that could keep me stretched out? I forced my opening as wide as I could with two fingers and moved my hips in pleasure. I pulled my breast upward and stroked my bud with my thumb. I just had to come, but it didn't work.

I couldn't get there. I'm definitely a penetration girl. I needed something inside me. I finally got to sleep by spreading my legs in front of the open window. The breeze was soft but still inviting.

When I woke up, I covered up in my favorite velvet robe and stretched.

Dominic greeted me and stopped in his tracks when he caught the heady scent of my heat.

"Okay, get a hold of yourself. You've got to meet him down stairs. If you respond correctly, he'll take you right there in front of the humans."

The thought scared me. Some guy I don't know was gonna just throw me down and fuck me. Would he be rough like Louis?

"You probably won't act right, though. You're too reserved."

"Too reserved? I think I can get down when I feel like it."

"We'll see when we get down to dinner."

Dominic watched me bathe and change for dinner. I was just finishing my hair when, he requested that I wear my blue one shouldered dress. The embroidered bodice accented my narrow waist and the curve of my thighs. Yes, it would certainly be over dressing, but who wouldn't want a piece of me? The royal blue made my skin shine in that way only a beautiful dark black woman can shine. Dominic moved to kiss me, but I moved toward the door without allowing it. I felt him behind me as I flowed down the stairs. As I made the turn to go into the dining room, I froze. It was silent. The people weren't speaking, fucking, or laughing like usual.

Dominic took my arm and guided me the rest of the way to the door. His grip loosened as I shook off my reticence and strode through the open door. Ryan had his face cast down at his plate. Everyone else glanced sideways, but didn't acknowledge my entrance. I turned to the head of the table and held my breath.

The largest, most handsome, most awe inducing man I'd ever seen rose and smiled at me. His oxblood hair was pulled neatly behind his ears as he ran a graceful hand over it. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. His oval face set in a slight frown as he surveyed the table.

He cleared his throat and softly said, "Let's all relax. You seem to think I'm meant to kill you all. I've only come to bring her home. I lay no claim to your family or challenge any for dominance, yet you treat me like I'm a scourge." His words were so precise that it sounded almost British. He sat back down as I slid into an empty chair farthest from him. I felt his eyes on me as he picked up his fork to eat.

"Our apologies, Lordship," Ryan quietly smiled.

The fear over, Karen grabbed Ryan's shoulder and asked if he'd like some peas. He declined, but gave her breast a squeeze for breaking the tension. I wondered how long they'd been sitting in silence with my.... With that man. He wasn't my any thing. I looked at the rib roast at the center of the table as I finished my soup. Of course, it was extremely rare in the center. The slices were offered by Ryan to the stranger first and then to everyone else. I looked at the blood trail leaking from the slice on my plate and I grew ill. The huge guy pushed his plate forward and stood up. Ryan immediately stood with him.

His lordship shook his head in disapproval and said, "I am not a vampire. I prefer my meat bloodless or cooked properly."

"My lord," Ryan sheepishly asked, "what do you require for this meal? We can supply it. Veronica is an excellent cook..."

Rousseau shook his head, "She is also without the knowledge. I will choose from this herd. Furnish the appropriate rooms."

Ryan pleaded. "But, master, these are not prey! They are my friends..."

"Are they yours?" His green gold orbs searched my face. "Are they your friends as well?"

I tried not to get lost in the swirling lights of him when I said, "They are." Sort of.

"A good answer. To be honest, I won't be eating for a few days. I've gorged on the fat cattle on the way. The thought of one more morsel makes me sick. I just thought I'd see if you were attached to them. It's not good to be surrounded by no one."

He left the dinner with two more courses to go. I sat as long as I could in the room to think of my strategy. The others left me there. I couldn't just present my ass to a guy like that. He seemed too smart. Maybe, just my proximity would give him the idea. That way, I wouldn't have to act like the dick hungry bitch that I am. I met James on the path to the pool.

He was wiping his mouth with his shirt. When he got close enough, he pulled me in and shoved his tongue in my mouth.

"I see you've just gotten a healthy dose of sperm," I laughed.

"Oh, yeah. That Dominic is a very bad dominant, but he sure can fuck my face when he feels like it."

"So, are you an item, now?"

"Yes, definitely. I think he's given up on mating you. You're too demanding." His smile was so wide.

"I am, aren't I? I need cock all of the time. He's got a business to take care of, and..."

"You keep him from it. Right. He enjoyed being with you when he could think of you as a tight little ass. He couldn't do it after a few times. I'd have tried harder, myself."

"Thanks for the sympathy, Jimmy, but I needed more than partial attention."

"So, you've chosen my cousin, then?"

"He is very intimidating. I'll have to get back to you on that."

"You lying little bitch," he smiled. "You were hooked the instant you felt the silence in that room. I would be too, if I were in to that."

"I'm not hooked. I..." I couldn't think of what I was. I'd known him for only a few hours.

I gave James a squeeze and went toward the pool. Karen had a marvelous flush across her pale breasts as that new black man was giving her the once over. He had clearly chosen her as his favorite. I smiled as he acknowledged me and cupped her enormous breasts. The splashing and smiling made me feel extremely alone. I sat down and watched Ryan enjoying Veronica's full mouth around the head of his penis. The stretch of her lips as she went farther down fascinated me. Was this what I looked like? He let out a low moan and caressed her ear. To belong would be so good. I knew, with Dominic's choice of James, I would be relegated to the outskirts of the little group. He'd made it clear. Even Matthew, the man made specially for me, had been sent away. This mystery Rousseau hadn't said a word directly to me, but I knew he was filthy rich and full of etiquette. His lordship, ha. I shivered at the thought of going off with him. Would he even know what to do? I looked down at my skin and thought of slave trading days. Would I become a house slave or a mistress for the lord of the manner and his legitimate family? Perhaps, I was getting ahead of myself. I mean, he hadn't had the opportunity to talk to me yet. He strolled into the moonlight on the far end of the pool. His eyes glowed as he looked over the group of people. He'd been here for two days, at least, but he didn't smile or make eye contact with anyone. His stern face made me unsure. Should I just walk over and say hi? Veronica walked over and put a hand on his shirt. His body tensed and I knew I didn't want to approach him. I didn't even want to see what his response to her obvious offer would be. I went toward the barn. Maybe a ride would give me a little of what I needed. I opened the door and was greeted with the raised heads and ears of my prospective mounts. I went into the tack room and changed into my riding clothes. The jeans and t-shirt weren't new, so I didn't care if I got them dirty. When I was ready, with my boots on, I went back out to make my choice. I picked my favorite mare, Brunei. She had the almost protruding lower lip of the lazy Mongolian pony head and the pronounced powerful quarters of a thoroughbred. She wasn't the prettiest, but she was mine. 

I bought her with my own money, and she knew where the peppermints were hidden. She snorted and nudged my body to get at the side pocket with the prize. She nearly jumped for joy as I slid the bit into her mouth and ran the reigns over her neck. She chewed and swished her tail as I guided her slowly out to the moonlight. The warmth of her brown neck pressed against my arm as I stopped to make sure the coast was clear. She was eager to run. I hopped up onto her back and she knew what pleased me. She launched into a casual canter as soon as my butt hit the saddle. The field was free in the soft light of the half moon. I let the air cleanse my lungs as she covered the grass leading to the riding trail I'd decided on. The shrubbery was low, so I wouldn't get any surprises. Brunei would be fine as well. Her field of vision would be clear. Her legs stretched for the gravel and slid as I pulled her up. She protested my heavy hand and I apologized softly by giving her a rub on the neck. I could have sworn I saw something on the other side of the fences. I strained my eye to see as far as I could. There was nothing. I urged my horse on again and it was her turn to halt so fast that I nearly pitched forward over her head. Louis looked up at me.

"You really shouldn't be out here so late at night. Your mate should have you under lock and key by now. Any smart dog could just make off with you."

All I saw of him was the outline of his eyes and his broad smile. I soothed Brunei. He took control of her head and gripped my ankle.

"Don't bother to make a sound. My power is absolute. I think you know that. Just let my friends get you off to my queen."

I am such an idiot. Dominic was so worried about Rousseau that the perimeter guard had become lax. What could I do? I opened my mouth and screamed as loud as I could. Louis shoved me over to fall into the waiting arms of one of his men. He spoke in a series of barks and yelps. I didn't quite understand, but I knew it wasn't good. He looked into my face and smiled again.

"Nobody can hear this far away. Not even a wolf. It came out like a whisper, just as I'd planned. Good girl." He gave me a soft pat on the top of my head. "Take her to the van."

End

To be continued...



Dominic Ch. 15



Dominic raised his head and listened again. He heard the whisper of a scream as he got out of the shower. It tugged at his brain as he got dressed quickly. He went outside and looked in that direction. He smelled Ellen, but he wasn't sure if it was her scream. His ears had been full of water at the time. He caught movement in the corner of his eye. Lord Rousseau was looking in the same direction. The calm in his shining eyes was unsettling. He held Veronica by her wrist lifted nearly off of her feet. He looked down at the squealing woman and dropped her to the ground. He turned and nodded in Dominic's direction. He knew that the new man had heard her too. He wasn't going crazy. He summoned James with a simple bark and the three went for the sound. He went first to the stable, which had horses. He looked for a missing horse. She'd have taken that one. He tried to think of where she would have gone. Louis. The minute the Rousseau entered the house, Louis had become uneasy. The relinquishment of power was a relief for Dom. For the other alpha, it had been painful. Rousseau had dropped Louis to submit with a single glance. The fear had shown everyone who was the one true alpha. Dominic had simply dropped to his knees and allowed the brush of the large man to acknowledge the position above. Louis snarled and snapped his teeth in challenge even though he was face down before him. The southern wolf had made sure he was a shadow after that. Rousseau tapped idly at the empty stall door. The new name plate still had the plastic protective film on it. Brunei. The short round mutt of a horse that Ellen had been so proud to buy. He should have known. He followed his larger leader. The red head went directly to the mare. She chewed grass in the field. She'd strolled back after Ellen was taken. The horse held no scent not even Ellen's rich prime smell. They'd wiped the horse down. The bigger Rousseau walked slowly toward the east path.

"I've lost the scent," Dominic admitted. "Where are you going?"

"I haven't," the alpha softly replied. "The girl's just been here."

"Cousin," James whispered, "you can't think that you smell her when she's probably far down the road by now."

"I know who has her and where they'll go. I don't need to smell her. I hear her."

***

I felt my fingers along the kennel to find a way to get out. I managed to turn over my identification tag. They'd labeled me as a vicious dog. No one would get close enough for me to moan my cry for help. A moan was all I could manage with the hard thing they'd strapped to my mouth. I curled up in the fur coat they'd put in with me. At least I wouldn't freeze. The flight was quick. There must have been something to make me sleep in the water. The next thing I noticed was when I was carried out to another vehicle. The sky was so bright, I decided to sleep some more. I heard Louis as he ordered someone to let me out and bathe me. I licked my chapped lips. They'd removed that awful gag. I was not to be mistreated. I was a breeder, whatever the hell that was. Like with horses and cattle? The breeders got the best of everything, because they were popping out the next generation. So I've got the better characteristics to breed. Oh, this was bad. I tried to spring out of the cage and run for cover, but my legs wouldn't work. They cramped up and I was dragged back into a dark dirt floored room.

"Hold on, bitch. Nobody's gonna hurt you. I'm just gonna get you some clothes, 'kay?"

I turned around to see a pretty little light skinned black girl. She pointed me toward a spout high up in the corner of the room.

"Just stand on the stones and I'll turn on the water. Wow, you sure are tall. You're almost as tall as our Stella. Your a prime, aren't you? That's why King Louis spent so much time away from the beds."

I shook my head as she let the coldest water known to man to drop down.

"Stella's been waiting for Louis to accept her invitation to rule. If you're his on the side, you'll get more than most of us. Just play it like you like him a little and it's all gravy."

The shorter girl made sure my face and twat were clean before giving me a towel to dry with. She seemed disappointed to not find semen. She gripped my breasts hard enough to make me yelp.

"Oh, I get it. You're coming out of heat soon. I'll get you some pads when you need them. How long's your cycle?"

I massaged my abnormally heavy painful breasts and croaked, "a few days." It was about time for my period, unless I was pregnant.

"Huh, that's short. Not much of a human line in you. We'll just keep you clean until the heat comes around again."

If I was pregnant, who was the father? I was dressed and taken to a small room. A slight white man with very blond hair came in and sat down next to me. He looked in my eyes and said, "You're in Louisiana, now. No your not pregnant. No. I'm not an alpha, so I won't be doing that. I know I can read your thoughts. That's why I'm here. Relax. Stop bombarding me with thoughts. Really! Why don't you try to speak. That's why I was sent. To assess your voice."

"I was gagged and stored in a box," I rattled out slowly.

"Yes, Louis can be a bit over zealous. You wouldn't have come quietly. Who is coming for you?"

"Nobody. They probably don't know I'm gone."

"Dominic, Ryan, James, and...Rousseau? No, it has to be James Rousseau. Your mind is funny," he smiled.

"Okay," I let him hear. My voice was getting better, but I needed to learn to shut him out of my head fast.

"Don't struggle. I've done this for years." His confidence made me sick. Think about something else. I thought of Brunei and our rides together.

"You won't be doing that anymore. The king is sure to keep you indoors. The place we live in is very large. You may never see the light of day."

I took in a deep breath and willed away the gnawing in my stomach. The mind reader doubled over and then straightened quickly. He looked me up and down and moved away.

"Don't do that. I could have guessed you'd be hungry, but..."

"This is enough. You haven't given me anything new. Who is he, Ellen," Louis commanded.

"Rousseau. His name is Rousseau," was all I knew.

"That's all she knows, you're lordship. Red hair....?"

Louis looked at me with a curious look. He did have the oddest color I'd ever seen. The richest of reds with a hint of brown to make me think of coagulated blood. Like that chocolaty blood pudding Ryan had given me that first time.

"Get her ready for Stella." He made no effort to hide his anger. I hadn't gotten to know him the way I should have. It worked well for me. If I didn't know, this guy couldn't hurt my chances of getting away. The scrawny guy left and I was oiled on all of the visible parts of my body. I was then subjected to a series of women combing out my braids. They commented on how thick and tangled it was. I responded with a request to do it myself. They proceeded to drag every bobby pin and decorative hair clip out of my head. My head buzzed with the pain. They gave me two simple ponytails, which made me feel like I was three or something. I was then shoved into a circle of men. They escorted me to a large hall. The marble tile along the walls made me wonder how old the place was. The guards parted to show me a seated woman. Her thin frame was draped with an oversized shirt and a skirt that covered her toes. She seemed to be older than me, but I couldn't say by how much.

"Your name," slid dismissively through her lips.

I wasn't sure if I was allowed to speak. A nudge by one of the guards told me it would be to my advantage.

"My name is Ellen Beauvais Franklin."

"Beauvais, I can place. You have cousins here. Franklin, I'm not sure."

"I...was married."

"You are of Louis' pack, now. As he is, so you will be."

I looked her directly in her eyes and said, "No."

"What did you say?"

"I said no."

Her mouth curled up into a menacing smile. She stood over me and reached out her hand. I moved away by instinct. She forced the issue and squeezed my cheeks as she pulled me forward.

"Are we feeling a bit crazy, today? I don't think you get why you're here."

"I'm supposed to be his bitch. I'm nobody's bitch. I won't choose him. He's not..."

I felt her fingers pinch together and my mouth hang open. She glanced in my mouth and then pushed my face away.

"You have no teeth to speak that way. You followed his command. He is your master."

I couldn't stop from saying, "No. I'm not in heat, and he's not my master. You know he kidnapped me. Let me go home."

"Home? This is your home."

"No, it's not."

"You think you're hot stuff, girl. You're not. You'll respect me and my king, or you'll be taught to submit. You don't know who I am. You do as you're told."

"I can't. He just doesn't do it for me," I tried to laugh off.

"Maybe, you should stay with the new ones. They'd like you. How many wolves have you serviced at once? Two, maybe three?"

"I don't service anyone."

"You will tonight. The freshly changed are very unpredictable. They're fun for me. They may show you your place."

"But, I'm not in heat..."

"Do you think they even know the difference?" She laughed at me with genuine contempt.

"I bleed! You can't make me do..."

"Take her to the change pit. She'll feel the privilege I give."

I was thrown down into a heavily guarded room. There were four men and two women. A black man and three white ones were toward the back. I immediately stood up as tall as I could. The men seemed to bore into my clothing. The women, both white, glanced up at me as if they were angry. Obviously, they enjoyed the situation they were in. They ground on the laps of the black man and the lucky white one. The men that were left grabbed my arms and forced me to the floor. I shoved them away easily.

"A bad way to greet a volunteer," one of them hissed.

The other one grabbed a pigtail and yanked me to a submissive crouch.

"It's not so bad. Just let it happen. We need it."

The one that spoke opened his pants. I saw a well formed cock that pointed at me. I struggled to get back up.

"Mike, show the bitch, before I have to hurt her."

"We've been bitten. It's part of the process. You need to relieve the pain. So do we. You help our pain go away and you'll get yours fixed, too. Those bitches don't mind it. Why do you?"

"I'm not a whore," I yelled.

Mike pulled down my pants as the other guy got a better grip on my arms and laid me on my back. Mike moved over me and slid himself inside. The dryness hurt. He moved quickly. It was done so fast that I wasn't sure if he'd come. He moved away and the other one moved to take his turn. I looked at the redness of me covering Mike's member. He smiled as I was entered again. This time it really hurt. His massive cock thrust in me as I tried to force him off. I felt my menstrual flow leak out onto the bare floor. The others moved around me. The smell of the blood and my cries drew them to touch my body. I sank my teeth into a hand. The person pulled away and I was struck. I was turned to my side and impaled. My ass felt something rubbing against it. A hard thing entered my sphincter before I had a chance to react. I squealed and tried to force them out. With a cock in me as well, I didn't do much of a job. I was stuck with a dick up my ass as a man used my pussy. I couldn't stop the pain as the steel hard rod started to move. I clawed behind me at the eyes of my rear attacker, but he pushed in further. I looked around wildly. 

There were doors that led into this room. They would send in more. If I didn't do something, I might have to start gagging on some filthy stinky cock. I then switched my attention to trying to hurt the man in my pussy. I shoved my fist into his neck and he immediately lost his erection. He pulled away as he worked for every breath. I was done with the submissive little bitch crap. These jerks had no right to be near me let alone inside me. I forced my head back fast enough to smack him in the forehead. He let loose his grip enough for me to move his cock out of me. I slammed my arm into his neck and he fell down. I felt a pair of arms around my chest. I turned and jumped away in a crouch. As they came toward me, I felt this rush of blood going through my brain. I sank my teeth into a neck as I kicked another in the face. I moved back again to see my effect. He slid to the floor with his hand on his neck. The blood oozed out slowly to cover his shirt. I felt nauseous as I watched his face grow pale. Mike, the one that had tried to reason with me, moved to the far wall. He muttered words I didn't have time for. I needed to assert myself. I stood up and grabbed him by the neck. He whimpered and I shoved him aside. The others watched me pace back and forth in front of the body. I had this urge to pee. I didn't want to, but there was no where else to go. I went to a corner and felt the sting as it flowed over my labia and down my leg.

I had wanted to squat, but the muscles down there were still stretched from the penetrations. At my scent, they responded by dropping down on their bellies.

'That's right! You show the respect. I don't do it like that!'

I heard myself growling. It scared me. The main door opened. The large guards moved to challenge me and I stood over the body. They moved the newly changed quickly out of the room. Stella would be informed. The bitch would have to deal with me.

***

Dominic let out a sigh and resisted his urge to kiss the ground. After all of these years, he'd never gotten used to the sickness he felt when in the air. James and the Rousseau were unaffected or good actors. He pulled his short jacket open and shook his legs slightly as they walked through the terminal. They hadn't spoken the whole way. There was nothing to talk about. Rousseau was the alpha. James gave him a concerned look and went back to focusing on the people in their way. That young man had changed his life. The minute he saw him, he knew. He'd drawn out the same feeling that Ellen had, and it was scary. Rousseau pointed out toward the doors and tended to the inspectors that seemed extremely interested in him. Dominic had managed a smile and passed through. James emptied his pockets and was allowed through. Rousseau was singled out. He calmly spoke to a man that had pulled him aside.

'Walk out and get on your way to her.' The precise words gave no doubt to his master's desire.

The man ran a wand over his long coat and called another man over. They looked over toward Dominic. He grabbed James by his hand and pulled him away from any attempt to get them detained too. He resisted for only a few seconds. What was in his coat? It didn't matter. Hopefully, they two alone could get her out before they were killed. He opened the nearest cab door and said, "Now listen carefully. This means a lot of money to you..."

***

They treated me gingerly as they moved me to the far corner. My shredded clothes clung to the blood on me as I moved to let them capture me. I wasn't cleaned or given food or water. They dragged me through the hall as I was. Stella nearly jumped on me as I moved into her chamber.

"What have you done!?!"

She struck my cheek and went for my throat. I raised my legs and took her neck between my bloody thighs. I'd sat over a body for the last two hours. She must have thought I'd be tired, or those men were strong enough to keep me down.

"You think I'm gonna spread my legs for any man. I won't. If I didn't want your man, why would I let some thug touch me?"

I squeezed my emphasis then dropped her down to the ground. When she caught her breath, she yelled, "Put her in a room with no light! She gets no food until she comes around. Water will be given only when she submits to one of you. The one she gives herself to will be rewarded by a night inside me. No force. You've seen she's strong enough to be a queen. But, she's not, so don't show her any respect."

End

To be Continued... 



Dominic Ch. 16



Ron Franklin sat in his office. He'd just finished reminiscing about one of his favorite times with Ellen with his blinds closed. A knock came and he hid the tissue in his top drawer. He unlocked and opened the door as if he hadn't been wanking off on company time. An underling told him there was someone he needed to see. Xavier brushed his way in. He made himself comfortable at the desk.

"Look, you. I've found your girl. The price's risen, though. We've complications."

"What kind of complications?"

"You never said she was missing out of upstate New York. There's a guy looking for her. Hell, I'd kick your ass myself, but I'd rather watch what he does to you," he leaned back in the chair.

"Ha! You can't be serious. How would you get your money?" Ron flustered.

"Did you take a fifteen year old from her family?"

"It wasn't like that. I was young then, too. We ran away...."

"It wasn't her choice, was it? She was promised. You knew that," Xavier pointed over Ron's desk.

"Who does that anymore? She married me. She was my wife! What was I supposed to do, not fuck her?"

"Little punk, you'd better own up to it, or they'll get you."

Ron straightened up and said, "Just tell me where she is now, and I'll go get her."

"I found her in Missouri, but she's not there anymore. Another group's involved. You wouldn't survive ten minutes..."

"Damn it, I want her, so spill it."

"Did you just snap at me? I don't think I heard that right." Xavier stood over the thin man and cocked his head to the side.

"Okay," Ron whimpered with his hands raised. There was a group outside the window, now. He'd have to calmly get the man to leave. "Where is she?"

"She's in northern Louisiana. You go there and be a dead man."

*

I felt the scratchiness of the blood drying on my skin. I fell asleep in the hole they'd put me in. A straw mat and a bucket were my only furnishing. I heard voices above me.

"Just give her a few days and she'll be hungry."

"Look man, she could just kill you an' eat you, bra. Let's just feed her. She's a queen. Some alpha's gonna come for her, you know how it goes."

"Our duty is to our queen. She says she starves. We don't feed her."

"Okay, I'll wait until tomorrow. Maybe the rage is over an' she'll just be cool. We feed her then, right?"

"I won't let her die down there, but Stella...."

"What about Louis?"

"He's not her mate. You heard what she said."

*

"We're sorry to have detained you, ...." the investigator tried to get a name out of him.

"Rousseau. I see no point in this. I wasn't carrying any weapons."

"You have a first name?"

"Yes, doesn't everyone? It‘s on my ticket and the ID in my wallet."

"We need it to run a background check."

"For what reason? I pose no threat. I have all of the necessary paperwork for the ceremonial sword. It‘s completely dull…"

Another thin man came in and shut the door. "Bonjour, Monsieur Rousseau. So, we meet again."

"As if it matters," he said as he rubbed at the handcuff that held him to the table. "I have someone I am supposed to be meeting."

"You don't remember me do you. I'm sure you wouldn't. I knew your cousin better than you."

Rousseau pulled off a heavy sigh, "This is unlawful imprisonment. You kept me here to be seen by this...."

"Where is my wife?"

He looked directly into his interrogators eyes and said, "I wouldn't know where your wife is. I would like to call my attorney."

"Good. You know what to do when you don't want to talk," the one that knew him hissed.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You know where my girl is. You're gonna tell me. The high and mighty prince, huh? Yeah, your mama fed you a lot, but you don't remember too well. You think back, monsieur. Think about the family gatherings. The unrelated males area. You got to watch through the binoculars as I played with her. The way she smiled and laughed. You had to know what was happening. You didn't want that. Not for your future wife. You people have one nutty family."

Rousseau scoffed, "You don't know me at all, do you? You would know that I never went to a family gathering. I'm too much of an alpha to be even that close."

The thin man launched over the table and grabbed at Rousseau's coat. "You liar! I saw you. I saw your hair! How can you lie? Why did they put you guys up there anyway? You're a bunch of perverts aren't you? Sitting up there and undressing little girls with your eyes."

"Little boy, let go before..."

"Before what? I hold the cards! I can have you strip searched if I feel like it and there's nothing a request for an attorney can do about it."

"You will let me go," he spoke softly. Ron shook his head and whined, "No, I won't."

Ron's hands slid down to hang free over the table. He moved back and straightened his shirt. He looked down at the floor.

"Where is my wife?! Where is my Ellen?" He seemed to implode from just saying her name out loud.

"She's not your wife anymore." Rousseau's plain words fortified him a little.

Ron pointed at him, "Where is she? You have no right to take her like that."

"This from a man who kidnapped a fifteen year old girl."

"Ron?" The previously silent investigator moved forward. "Look, I'm already stretching the rules a bit to have you here. You better not be involved in some..."

Ron hissed, "Look, man. I didn't kidnap anyone."

"You took her away and married her. She wasn't even interested in you," Rousseau sighed.

"She loved me! She wanted to leave with me. How would you know?"

"You think I don't know what you did? I'm the one that allowed them to tell you she was promised to me. I let you take her that night. If I had known you wanted to wipe out her past, I'd have forced her to change that night. It might have hurt her, but at least she'd have known who she was."

"What are you talking about?" The other man pointed at Rousseau and asked, "You're saying you would've raped a fifteen year old girl?"

Rousseau bristled, "No, I never said that. Just my presence would have made her turn. I wanted to wait until she was twenty at least to introduce myself. Her body would have matured by then. He couldn't wait for her to be old enough to understand. It would spoil his plans. He took her to be married. To shape her."

Ron looked at the other man, "I never did anything to her that she didn't let me do."

"I'm tired of this, Ron," Rousseau clasped his fingers together in a tent, "You don't know me. Stop painting me as some pedophile, when you're the one to worry about. She left you without my help. You know that. Why am I still here?"

"You smug bastard! She's mine! Give her back!"

"Even if I sent her back, she'd know about you. She doesn't want you anymore. Let it go."

"Ron," the friend growled, "you told me she was in danger. It doesn't sound like that's the case. She's with this guy now, isn't she?"

Rousseau corrected the man, "No, she isn't with me. I came down here to see if she wanted to..."

"I knew you'd know where she is," Ron let the words hiss out.

Ignoring Ron‘s satisfaction, Rousseau addressed the investigator, "Did this one tell you that he was convicted for raping her? You just gave him access to stalk an innocent woman. I won't even mention what Dominic told me about your whole birth control fiasco."

The two humans stood silent as Rousseau cracked the cuffs off easily. He stood up and walked out of the room.

As an afterthought, he said, "I could've snapped your little neck at anytime. You were perfect for her first time. That's what you should have been. Nothing more. Back then, your eagerness was admirable. Now, I see it for what it is. A predatory drive. Who would've thought it would bore into you like that."

He looked specifically at Ron and smiled, "I should sue this place, but I don't think this'll happen again. She'll be seeing you on her terms or not at all."

***

It had been too easy to drift into the compound. Dominic showed James the way to go. They crossed through the forest and passed the simple guards without much effort. Dominic's perception of the mental power that could come made him very cautious. He felt the roving scan as it reached out. That was more like it. He could easily make their minds seem as though two deer were standing by the fence. The ones he couldn't feel were the real danger. They scaled the fence and blended with the visiting humans.

"I can't believe they think this is a game. The retreat idea can bring in a lot of money," James whispered to him.

"These sheep have probably severed all ties to their families. They believe in the concept of eternal youth through sex. All Stella has to do is give them a taste. They get hooked to the power and offer themselves as a sacrifice. Try to blend in. They know what I look like, so I'll just get myself captured. I'll show you where I am, and when the man gets here, you'll lead him in to me."

"I don't like it. They might figure it out."

"You are far from ordinary, but they won't figure it out if you don't tell them."

He smiled at the younger man's obvious unfamiliarity with humans as he slipped into an interior corridor. Dominic was immediately spotted. Good. He would walk casually, as if they weren't behind him. He was surrounded quickly.

"Welcome back, dog," a familiar man pushed through the wall of dark wolves. "We've been expecting you. I'd have thought you'd have tried to disguise yourself."

"Louis, you should know that I'm not here for myself."

The inevitable question came from, Louis. "So where is he?"

"I haven't the faintest idea. You know he'll be coming," Dominic couldn't help but grin.

He was rewarded with an attempted blow to the chest. Dom had been ready for it. He slid smoothly aside and shoved the king to the ground. With out a word from Louis himself, Dominic was seized and held tight.

"He goes in with the newly changed. Those bitches should be good for a laugh. I mean, I have to keep him alive, don't I? But, I don't have to keep him healthy."

Dominic was stripped and taken to a special room. It was covered in a rubbery material from floor to ceiling. He was chained with a short tether to the farthest wall from the single door. A pot was furnished for his sanitation needs and he was left to wonder what they'd meant by not keeping him healthy. He sat down to wait for the newly changed. How bad could a bunch of women really be?

***

I heard a struggle above as I woke up from my drug induced sleep. The last time that happened, I was full of sperm. I felt below and I was sticky. I wondered which one of my captors had done me this time. What is it with putting me to sleep? It didn't scratch my itch at all. It just pissed me off. When I got up, I felt my hips had been gripped for a long time. I looked around and found a bowl of something that smelled like heaven. I guess it was the price I paid for the meal. It sat down on the stool that had been furnished and picked the stew up off of the floor. How long had I been here? I couldn't tell. It was always so dark. I felt that they had finally bathed me. My skin felt dry and clean. I brushed my fingers across a nipple to see if I had been satisfied. No. I tensed in my pussy as if I was just starting. I had to do it myself before I ate. I'd at least get a little release from the small come that I finally mustered. Damn, a girl's got to get some action in this hole. She needs to feel it or she goes crazy. After my meal, I yelled up to them that I'd be willing to let some guy ram it to me. The response was complete silence. I yelled up again. A far away face peered down at me and dropped down a ladder. I climbed up slowly and was greeted by a gun. I sat down on the edge of the hole and tried to get my painful eyes to adjust to the light.

"You were just done. Why would you want it again so soon?" A tall very black man smiled down at me as he waved the gun from eye to eye.

"I wasn't satisfied."

"Huh," he laughed. He squatted down and put the gun to one of my nipples. "You weren't supposed to be. It was for the man to be satisfied. You don't know shit about the world, huh?"

"I know more than you think. I know you've got nothing between your legs if you have to put it in a sleeping girl."

"Yo ain't nothin' but a bitch. With yo fancy words. You don't need nothin' but what you got," a shorter light skinned dog pointed at me. He was obviously the one that had done me. I could smell myself on him. He seemed to back away as I looked him over. He wouldn't do. Just by the hang of his pants, I knew there was nothing for me there. I sat up straight and arched my back until my head was inches from the floor and raised back up. The very dark one moved back as well to watch me stretch. I'd been in a confined space for too long. I turned to face them fully and spread myself for them.

"I ain't nothing but a bitch, huh?" I laughed at his obvious admiration, "Then, you don't know shit. I'm more than Stella. You can feel it. Anyone with a good sense of smell can smell it. I'm a young prime bitch. A pedigree among pedigrees. That's why I'm down here. Now, show me your cocks. I will be satisfied by you, or I'll get somebody else."

The reasonable one said, "Now hold on there. You don't have any control. You get us or nobody."

"Well, let's get this over with." Their response was immediate. They both shook their heads in the negative.

"What? Damn! What's a girl got to do to get some dick?"

The tall one said, "We won't be fuckin you anymore. You get nothing but Louis from now on. His orders. You asked for it, and you get him."

*** A tall man with a dark flowing coat strolled casually toward the gate. The hood of his coat shrouded all but the sunglasses that flashed in the floodlights on occasion. The guards confronted him with curiosity and then outright aggression. He stood quietly before them until they decided to speak to him.

"State your purpose." One of the two in front demanded.

He lowered his head more and said, "I am here to offer myself to the queen."

The guards visibly relaxed and one pulled out a clipboard.

"What do you offer the queen?"

"I offer what is rightfully hers." The man made a gesture which indicated his body.

"Huh, that's a good answer. How recently have you spoken to your family?"

"A few days."

"Your close relatives?"

"No, a distant cousin. I have no close family alive."

"Have you any diseases or physical abnormalities which can be passed on genetically?"

"Not that I know of," he smiled. "Other than a slight sensitivity to light. Hopefully, the queen will fix that."

"What money do you bring?"

"I bring what I have. Five hundred dollars in cash and nothing but the clothes on my back"

They searched him and spent extra time feeling the coat for hidden compartments.

"You will be allowed to give the queen her money and offer yourself. After that, if you are chosen, you will be bitten and put into a changing room for the customary three days. After you've ... worked off your new senses, you will be handed over for membership into the pack. You will be assigned a number and renamed. Do you agree to this?"

He seemed to consider the terms, then said, "I agree."

They all laughed at his hesitation. To get this far along the line, all rights had already been signed away. They let him casually follow them in toward the waiting queen. He was shown into a small darkened room and the tall thin Stella lounged on her bed. The guards announced they would be outside and departed. She looked up at the very tall man and commanded him to take off his coat so that she could get a better look at him. He smoothly revealed a dark gray shirt with a well fitting pair of pants, but didn't take the coat all the way off. The hood still shrouded his face.

"Do you taunt me?"

"I await my queen," was his response.

She showed a lot of her bright white teeth and said, "Wait no longer. I am the queen you seek."

He pulled his coat away to reveal the burning auburn that flowed over his shoulders and tossed it aside.

"Mmmm. You have very red hair, don't you. I used to know a man with red hair. He was so easy inside me. Will you be easy inside me? Show me your tribute."

He tossed the money at her feet.

"Not that one," she frowned. "Your penis. Let's see the merchandise."

The man acted as though he was going to open his pants then paused.

The queen appeared frustrated, "What are you doing? Take them down?"

He opened his fly and pulled out his flaccid cock. She seemed disappointed. Rousseau took off his sunglasses and said, "We won't be reminiscing, Stella."

"Da....Dara...."

"Do not speak the name. You have no protection from it." He shoved his member back into his pants and said, "For the record. You never had me, you never will."

She cowered from the flashing gold in his green eyes. "But, Possessor, I meant no disrespect. What brings you to us. We thought you dead...."

Rousseau held up a hand to stop her. "Do not bother with flattery, Stella. I don't care for deception. You knew who she was the instant she arrived. I want my queen. Now, Stella. I want to see how you've been respecting your superiors."

"But how was I to know that she was yours, Master Rousseau? You are supposed to be dead. I thought she belonged to some packless dog...."

"Bitch, do as I say before I bring this pit down over your head." His voice had been nothing but the most calm. She rushed out of the room and grabbed the nearest guard by the ear. Rousseau followed her frantic struggles to get a reception ready for him. When she appeared to be pleased with herself for getting the arrangements started, he reminded her of his queen.

"Oh, yes, Master Rousseau. I've sent someone to retrieve her."

"You'd better pray she's in good condition, bitch."

Stella bowed, "She's just fine. Just recently she's allowed a few men to keep her in good condition..."

"She doesn't require that kind of exercise. I'm not buying it."

They passed down into the changing rooms and stopped at a door.

"Do you want Severus as well? We've been testing his stamina."

A small window was opened for Rousseau to look inside. Dominic didn't turn to face the door. His hair and body was covered in blood and sweat. He growled warningly as his master walked toward him. He crouched over an obviously dead young woman. There were many new bitches, some exhausted and some on their way out, sprawled across the floor. The door was opened and Dominic looked at Rousseau.

"Master," he panted, "Make them stop. They keep coming in..."

Rousseau put a hand on Dom's shoulder and soothed, "Finish her up. She'll be your last for a while."

Rousseau surveyed the rest of the room. "You knew what he was and you put a bunch of humans in with him?"

"They aren't humans." Stella tried to defend herself. "They're just changed."

He gripped her wrist and tugged her away from the scene. "He's killed over half of them. They are too human for him. Clean up the dead and dying. The others should be taken to the hospital to check for internal injury. Did you think? What were you trying to accomplish?"

"Master, my king gave the order...."

He released her with a shove and said, "That's no excuse. And, my cousin? You'd better have a good story for his loss. Why are you still here?"

Stella broke into a flat run toward the back rooms. Rousseau watched as they picked up the bodies and saw what blood that was left flow out to the floor. He shook his head at the waste of a good meal. 

END To be continued



Dominic Ch. 17



Ron wiped the blood out of his goggles. It had been tougher than he'd thought to get to the front gate. He'd seen this place in a picture at Ellen's mother's. When he saw it from the adjacent hill, he knew this was the place. He hoisted the backpack full of ammunition higher onto his back and adjusted the X of bigger rounds across his chest. It would need to be a bloody battle. He'd had to put a bullet into Xavier once he'd figured out why Ron wasn't too afraid. He'd stolen silver from the family as well. If they thought they were werewolves, he'd oblige. Now, that silver would be used to wipe out a pack. That's if he had to do that. Once he was through to the main corridors it was easy to slip to the upper viewing deck for the thrown room. He'd wait for her to be viewed. They did that every once in a while to make sure the girls were breeding well. The first time he saw it, he nearly creamed his pants. They just spread a girls legs for the world to see. It got him horny just thinking about seeing his girl again. The crowd below seemed nervous and rushed. A table was set up and roasted meat and vegetables were placed on slabs of wood. A large fabric was draped over both massive chairs and giant bear skin was hung behind the thrones. The torches were all lit. Ron backed away from the light as he set up his gear. He was surprised no one had come up here. He saw a series of women line up and be inspected by a regal looking dark black woman.

"Not one of you look enough like her to fool him, damn it. Get out of my sight," she threw a plate of grapes in their direction and they scattered.

She summoned a man and shrieked, "Bathe her! Make sure she is fully awake! I can't have her seen covered in....Just do it!"

He saw the reason for the woman's nervous anger enter. Rousseau strolled in as if he owned the place. Ron resisted the urge to shoot the bastard. He would wait until he saw Ellen. Killing the guy as she watched would really reestablish their relationship. He would be master again. He'd take her as the jerks blood covered her beautiful body. He moved farther back into the darkness as Rousseau turned and looked directly at him. No, he couldn't possibly be able to see him all the way up here.

*** I was escorted at gunpoint to a shower. I washed all of the dirt and sperm from me that I could. Those torturous women with the combs and brushes came in next. They nearly tore off my scalp. I snatched a comb and brush from them and growled. They left me to work on my own head. The two ponytails were tangled from the uncountable days that I had been in that stupid pit. I got back into the shower and washed my hair out. I braided it in two neat plaits going down to my nape. The French braid was like a crown that would last for a few days. They'd left me a soft white shirt and linen pants to wear. The shirt tickled my breasts as I pulled it straight against my body. The women came back in, I was given a pair of flat sandals, and my hands and feet were oiled. More gunmen greeted me at the door and I was taken toward Stella's chambers. I tried not to show my fear, but my legs refused to move as we got closer. The cocking of the gun nearest my back made me move slowly. We passed Stella's place and I continued to walk. Was I going to Louis? He answered my question when his voice stopped the stopped the procession.

"Where are you taking my bitch?"

One of the guard hesitantly said, "We take her to the meeting room...."

Louis demanded to know, "Why?"

Another one said, "It is at the queen's request."

"Why is she dressed? This bitch isn't to be dressed until..."

The guard responded firmly this time, "My king, she gave express orders to have her fully clothed and shod."

Louis parted the guard and put his hand on my head. I moved away and my reward was a hand to my breast. He looked me directly in the eye as he made the nipple respond through the softness of the top.

"Whatever the queen wants you for won't take long. I'll go with you, so that I get you right after that."

His touch was not out of admiration. It was to affirm that I was more than ready for a good hard stroking. He held his grasp on my breast as we turned corners and were moved to a wide corridor. I could smell the outside air. I knew I'd be dead before I got two steps, so I stayed on the set course. A massive carved door opened to a wide table. Stella sat nude with her legs together and her hands clasped. She looked up at Louis and shook her head at him.

"Husband, let her go," her voice quivered. Something really had her spooked.

He dropped his hand quickly and said, "Stella, you know you said I can do whatever I want with my bitches."

"That's the thing. She's definitely not your bitch. You've got a hundred other ones..."

"You're takin my bitch? Just when I've broken her down...."

"Louis watch your tongue. You should have told me she belonged to someone else."

Louis scowled, "That doesn't matter. She's here with me. What difference would it make?"

Stella looked at me and seemed to be afraid when she said, "It matters when the Unnamed is her mate."

"Give it up, Stell. He's been gone since before I was born. She's mine," He laughed and went to grab Stella. She shoved him away.

A bell sounded as a side door opened. James peeked in and raced straight for me. I was scooped up and squeezed before I could acknowledge that he was with me. He squeezed my body to him as the door creaked again. He set me down so that I could see Dominic and Rousseau enter through the same door.

"What are they doing here? Guards, take them," Louis yelled.

Rousseau lifted one hand and the men moved back to where they were. This display of command caused Louis to let out a rolling growl.

Rousseau growled right back, "I let you live, pup. Why did you take her?"

Louis snapped, "Who are you to claim my bitch?"

"She's no bitch. She's a queen," Dominic growled weakly as he rested on the wide table.

"Fuck you, bitch. No one was talking to you," Louis disregarded him.

Rousseau‘s voice was slow, "You want to know who I am, Louis, son of Andre, son of Sego, son of Francois...."

Louis hissed, "What the fuck are you saying?"

"I'm a big dog. You don't want to mess with me."

I felt everyone draw away from me. A fire filled the air as I watched Louis' puff himself up. He wouldn't back down this time. I moved with James to sit at the far end of the table. His arms were wrapped around me more for his benefit. Dominic came to the other side of me and put his hands on Jimmy's shoulders. They were shielding me. From what? I heard a loud crack. I looked to see if everyone was okay. James gazed down at me with his usual smiling eyes. I looked toward Louis and he was holding his arm. He aimed his wrath up above my head.

"Rousseau said he was up there," Dom whispered.

"The little cock sucker's probably been waiting for a clean shot at Rousseau the whole time," James smiled down at me. He squeezed me tighter as we all moved under the overhang for the balcony. Another shot rang out and it whizzed past Rousseau's face. He tossed his head up to his foe and gripped his fist. He brought it to his chest and I heard a sliding up above. Something fell down to the ground, but didn't land with a thud. Inches above the ground, Ron looked into my eyes. He seemed relieved to see me, but strange. He tried to right himself, but Rousseau pulled him toward his feet.

"You don't listen very well, do you? You little gnat," he nearly yelled. This was the first time I'd ever heard any feeling in Rousseau's voice. It made the hair stand up on the back of my neck.

"P....Put me down, Monsieur," Ron demanded.

There was more curiosity than malice in Rousseau's voice when he said, "You don't get it! I gave you a chance to walk away! I told you your place! Go away!"

"No! She's my wife!"

Ron held his eyes on me and I knew he thought he could control me. If Dominic couldn't do it anymore, how could he? I walked over to my ex and he held out his arms to me. It was easy to make him drop them to his sides. Even easier to drop him to the ground and rid him of all of that worrisome ammo. He held my wrists in an attempt to bring me in closer. I obliged by introducing my knee to his package. His howl was almost a good one. He dropped to the floor and let out a series of high pitched coughs.

He looked up at me and whimpered, "You bitch!"

"Yeah, so?" I squatted down and said, "What's your point? You take me away from my family and my...Rousseau. You expect me to smile and go, 'Oh, Ron. I'm so happy you trashed my life! Why don't you fuck me anytime?' Well, I'll never do that. You hurt me. Most people that hurt me don't live very long. Just go home. I'm sure there's some trash bag ho who'd be happy to have you."

"Baby, just think about this. That guy's older than your father and they gave you to him. He may not look it, but he's at least in his sixties. All of these people. You don't know them. You know me....." Ron's pathetic sputtering made matters worse. I felt something rise in my throat. 

"Ron, I'm older than almost everyone alive today. Would that help you to get her back? No. I haven't asked for her. I may never do so. She is in charge of the situation. That's your problem, isn't it? She's in charge," Rousseau had resumed his smooth controlled delivery.

"You can't honestly think I would stop trying to win you back, do you? I'd rather kill you than watch you..."

As I stood over Ron, the fullness in my throat turned into a pain. I opened my mouth and a frightening roar flowed out. Before I got control of myself, my hands closed around Ron's throat and I pressed my knees into his chest. He squealed and attempted to relieve himself of my suffocating pressure. I felt a pair of hands under my armpits as James dragged me off. Ron crawled away and Rousseau ordered Dominic to take me out before I change again. My throat was sore, but I didn't feel any hair or anything coming out.

Dom whispered, "Let's not press the issue. Ron will be taken care of. I guarantee it. Why don't you just come outside. We brought you some of your things."

I felt full of energy. I wanted to be done with Ron for good. It scared me more than I think it scared Ron.

"You shouldn't kill him now. I think Rousseau plans on doing it for you," James softly added.

"I don't know," I tried to convince myself. "Maybe he can live. I mena, he doesn‘t have to die."

Dom got me to Rousseau's car which was waiting outside the last gates. A very quiet man named Roger opened the door for us and seemed unconcerned with my appearance. He offered us sandwiches and turned on the air conditioning. Dom made the barrier rise between us and the driver.

"You don't know anything about him, do you? This Rousseau."

"What should I know?" I let him run his hand along my waist. "I know a little less than I knew about you when we first got together."

Dom sighed, "Baby girl, I'd just let him do what he likes. He's a good man."

I let him relax a bit before I asked, "So why did it take you so long to get here?"

"I was there. I just couldn't get to you. You wouldn't have wanted to see me, anyway."

I gave him a jab, "I would have. Even if you were up some guys ass."

Dom grumbled, "It's not like that and you know it."

"It is like that. Don't deny it. I can sense my pull isn't what it could have been..."

Dom insisted, "I still want you. It's just I have Jimmy. He's extremely resourceful. I might choose to share him with you, if you don't want Rousseau."

His hand slid under my shirt. "What about a little passing of the time until our respective others return."

"No," I pouted.

"I don't want to fuck you, babe. Believe me you don't want me inside you after what I've been through. What about a little cuddle? I promise I won't go below the waist."

"And spoil the fun?" I opened my arms and draped myself on his body.

"It was terrible. A wall of women jumped on me. Bodies smothered me. I found myself surrounded by woman after woman until my knot formed and one couldn't get off. They yanked her poor insides out without a care. Then, they started to attack each other. I tried to stop them, but they just rode me."

His arms covered my body and he got comfortable under me. I felt him breathe on my face as he continued, "I never knew a man could respond when he didn't want to. It's a strange thing to know that you'll probably kill someone if they don't stop. With Jimmy, I'm not afraid I'll kill him. He's tougher."

I shushed him and he fell asleep after a short while. The image of him surrounded by a bunch of corpses made me understand the fear he'd had for me. Why he hadn't been inside me more often. He'd maybe never get over it or back to me. Dominic was trying his damnedest to get off of my list. His inviting scent lulled me into a half snooze until James and Rousseau opened the car door. James crawled in and pulled me onto his chest. He rubbed my shoulders and kissed my forehead.

"Let's see, now," he purred as he grabbed my hands. "Your fingers are well. Do you have all of your toes?" He made me laugh by gripping my sandaled foot. The sound seemed to frighten Rousseau. The look on his face made me want to know why.

"Yes, all ten toes," I answered quietly to James.

"Oh, my dear, let's just get you home." James pulled me in and smelled my neck.

Rousseau sat emotionlessly watching as the limo drove away.

I buried my face in James' chest and took in a deep breath. "You are getting close to me again?"

"I don't know," I purred. He did smell good.

"You shouldn't," he caressed as his hand gripped my ass.

I felt Rousseau move toward me before I saw him in the corner of my eye.

James ran a finger over my ear and kissed my face.  "I should be watching my cousin take liberties with you. Shamefully, he doesn't know about black women. They're more easy with their bodies than anyone. I can smell it coming on," he whispered. "Your body is ready. Are you?"

I sat up and looked at him. His smile was gentle and a little taunting. Rousseau's gaze ate at the side of my head.

James raised his voice to include the rest of the car, "Don't you agree, Rousseau?"

"Ah, agree?" His voice was just as aloof as ever. "I'm not sure what you asked."

"Your hearing is better than mine. Or, is it you weren't listening?" 

James pointed a finger at my chest, and I looked down. The shirt draped down to expose the roundness of my breasts. The edges of my areolas peeked out from the collar. I moved the collar back up to drape across my neck again.

"I do enjoy the way that your cheeks warm up without changing color," James smirked as he ran his fingers over my jaw. "Your sister was like a flame when it was her time. I can feel that you will be as well"

He reached for my breast and I struck his fingers. In the same instant, Rousseau moved to kneeling and gripped James' wrist.

James smiled at Rousseau, "I knew you'd finally come forward when I tested you."

His lordship's face was inches from mine as he reached to keep his grasp on James. I pulled away from the confrontation.

"You can't help it, now. It's just a matter of time until you decide," James hissed in Rousseau's face. "Will you give in to it, or will you fight it until she picks another?"

Dominic raised up and put a hand on my thigh. Rousseau moved closer to my face and pushed the offending hand away. His freaky eyes searched my body and he sat back down on the seat. He focused on the scenery on the road to the airport.

The outgoing girl that I was, I slept through the flight and missed three hours of something. When I did wake, I looked around. Everyone was looking at me. Did I snore? I felt my face to make sure I wasn't drooling and looked again. There was definitely something happening. I looked over at where James had been when I fell asleep. I jumped back when I realized I'd been resting my head on Rousseau. I'd snuggled into him when I rolled a little closer.

Dom nodded at me with a half smile. The plane landed gently and we got off quickly. Still tired, I allowed myself to be escorted through the terminal and to a waiting car. Dominic took my hand and was greeted with a low rolling growl. Rousseau. Dom's response was to speak in a language that I knew I hadn't heard before. His words to Rousseau didn't stop the sound that seemed to flow through him. He snapped a few more words at Rousseau and the big man looked into me. He held me mesmerized as the sound slowly died.

"You've got to stop doing that," sighed Dominic.

The all consuming gaze slowly turned into an indescribable shame in front of me.

"I am trying," Rousseau struggled.

His shattered facade made me surprised.

James slowly said, "Now, I'm gonna help get her into the car. You are gonna let me, because she won't make it on her own."

Rousseau told him, "I can't."

I watched Rousseau's hands move toward me. I jumped back and felt my mouth stretch into a grimace.

"You see," James piped in. "She's started. I'll put her in the car."

James gave me a tug toward the open door, and I got in slowly.

"Okay, just relax and we'll get you home," Dominic smiled as he slid in opposite us. Rousseau got in next to Dominic and we drove. I curled up on Jimmy and he sighed, "Don't get used to me, honey."

The men continued to speak in the language, and I thought I caught a few words I knew.

"You've got to be up with the times," James added his point in English.

When we got back to Dom's place, I was carried up to my room and a waiting selection of foods on a table. It all looked so good, but I was too tired to try the new things. I ate an orange and part of a ham sandwich so my stomach wouldn't wake me during the long sleep I had planned.

Ryan came in as I took off my pants. He offered some paté on a cracker. The crunchy rich spiciness settled my nerves as he clucked over my condition.

"They didn't feed you down there," he grumped. "They should be ashamed, You've got to be fed well or you don't breed."

"I ate. Just not a lot," I laughed it off. The three men seemed a bit more concerned than I would have liked to see. I hoped I didn't look as bad as I felt.

Ryan said as though I didn‘t know I was still hungry, "You'll need all the food you can get. None of the fruit. Protein."

"Huh." I munched on another piled high cracker.

Ryan put a hand close to my bare thigh on the bed. "The Rousseau is nervous. I haven't seen him eat yet. I hear he's been aggressive toward anyone who touches you."

I tried not to spit cracker bits as I said, "I... guess."

James put in his opinion, "When you're rested, it'll probably be time. He's been very generous, so far. Most dogs just take you to task right away. He's a good man to let you get to know him, but he might not be able to control himself anymore."

Rousseau entered and they all left me alone with him. He'd pulled his deep red hair back into a tight ponytail and changed into a loose shirt and pants. It made the bigness of him obscure.

"I'll stay until you sleep," he whispered.

The covers were up to my chin quickly as he sat at the foot of the bed. He really was a muscular man. I'd never thought of being near a man so large, let alone having one in my bed.

"I don't quite know what to do, Ellen. You'll have to help me. The last time, there was a ceremony. I know I haven't been the most amiable, but it's been a very long time since I've been this...charged," he gently explained as he exposed my foot and ran his fingers over the top of it.

"I know," I sighed as he continued his movement.

"I'm trying not to do what comes naturally, here," he cooed.

"I'm trying not to, too," I barely spoke. 

"How do I stop this from hurting you?"

"I may hurt you, but it is part of it right?" My voice rolled out so quietly that I could barely hear myself.




Dominic Ch. 17



"Yes, but I want our first time to be pleasant."

He continued to speak, but I didn't listen. My body relaxed and I drifted away. I still didn't know much about him. When I came back to consciousness, I smelled James again. That pleasing, soothing smell drew me close and I snuggled in. I felt a hand caressing the cloth on my back. Jimmy's soft movements let me rub against his side. His stillness allowed me to put my hand on his bare stomach. It was firm and wide. Firm and wide. Jimmy had never in his life been firm and wide, anywhere. I took my head off of the pillow. Rousseau didn't stir. His hair spilled out of the ponytail in wisps of crimson across his face and pillow. The hint of a red beard had started across his jaw. Did he smell that much like Jimmy? I watched his chest rise until I was convinced that he was asleep. He really wasn't so menacing when he was out cold.

I slipped out of bed and went to get clean. My body wanted a good hot long bath, but I wanted to be clean and out before he woke up. I showered quickly. I brushed my teeth and dried off before I noticed Rousseau was fully awake and watching me through the reflection. He'd fixed his hair and put on a pair of pants. He asked a question with his body. He leaned forward but twitched his fingers. How was he to approach me? My first instinct was to clutch the towel to my body and let out a scream, but his fear seemed more immediate. I fought the need to be modest and let the towel drop. I watched him pull in his breath. It had to have been a very long time for him to react this way. I saw his chest heaving as his eyes roamed my body. His timidity made me a little aggressive. 'Let's get this show on the road,' I thought to myself. I moved toward him, and, as I thought he would, he backed up and fell into a chair.

"Look," I snipped as I watched his shoulders hunch.

"How long has it been?"

"Too long," he uttered.

"How long?" He didn't want to answer, so I dropped my ass on his lap. His green gold eyes flickered as he thought.

"Forty years," he finally admitted.

"Wow," I hadn't meant to say out loud.

"Most of that time has been spent waiting for you," he blushed. It seasoned his face and made him more of a boy than I would have liked.

"Forty years?"

"I've had some experiences, yes. But no mating. My body is very well adapted to the life. You may not live as long."

Forty years without mating? I wasn‘t sure what that meant. Did he have other kinds of sex? That‘s a long time without something happening. "Well, you still respond, don't you?"

Rousseau gave a weak smirk, "Yes, I definitely do."

"Okay," I smiled as I maneuvered myself to make better contact with him. I felt his legs tremble under me as I moved my breasts closer to his face. I kissed his forehead and ran my fingers over his hair to the ponytail holder.

"Let's get rid of this," I quietly instructed.

He hesitated for a moment then let his hair go free. It thickly flowed down his head and over my hands.

"Now, your objective would be to get inside me, wouldn't it?"

"Uh, yes, but not so abrupt as that," he answered.

I said as I played my fingers over his left ear, "I'm very interested in you doing that, but if you don't get moving soon, I'll have to go. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

I pulled back and looked into his eyes, "Good. What will you do?"

He moved his hands to my waist and moved me forward. "Where would you like me to start?"

He reached to connect our lips. His mouth coaxed mine open and capture my tongue. The gentle invasion of my mouth stopped my next question. The straight forward approach worked better than I thought. I felt something firm under my ass. It rubbed deliciously between my legs as I rocked to make his pants uncomfortable. He moaned as I pressed against his member. My breasts tingled as they massaged his chest. He pushed me off of his lap with a great deal of force and closed his hands over his crotch.


"I'm sorry," he immediately said.

"It's okay," I chose to say, though my ass wanted to be mad.

"I won't let you do that," he scolded me. Ha. I'd already done it.

"Then, how should we do it, Rousseau? I need to make sure we're compatible. I won't be by myself. I need a man. Will you be that man?"

"Now?"

I couldn‘t stand this frustration that was building. Any other man would have had me by now. "Yes, now. When did you think I meant? Damn, boy! What do I need to do to make you give it up?"

"Give it up?" His puzzlement just made me more angry.

"Give it up. You know, like mounting me? Wrap my legs around your hips and stick it to me!"

He blushed again, "You're vulgar. You need to change your tone."

"Or what," I tested, "you'll put me over your knee and spank me? I wish you'd even think about that. You know I could take you. Is that what you're goin' for?"

"You think you can bait me into sex," he calmly responded. "How naive."

"Fine. Fuck you, then." I grabbed my robe and headed for the door.

I felt a flow of energy build in my head and rush to my eyes. I put on my robe, rubbed my eyes, and opened the door.

"Don't fight me," his voice came up behind me. "Don't do this. I can feel it building."

I let out a cry. It wasn't out of fear. I needed ... My pussy was doing the thinking. He wasn't promising any action. I heard running coming up the stairs. He pulled me back into the room and searched my eyes.

"Just try to calm down," he begged.

I heard myself say, "I am as calm as I can be, now. It's coming. I need it. You won't give it." It wasn't quite what I would say.

Dominic rumbled from the doorway with James right behind him. They both put their hands on my arms and pushed me to the wall. Rousseau let out a roar, and knocked James aside as if he were a bug.

"Fight it, Ellen! You can still stop this," Dom whispered in my ear as he put his hand through my robe. I pushed him back. He jumped back and pushed Rousseau aside with a growl. Rousseau's response was to shove Dominic to the ground. I looked down at Dom's now yellow eyes, and I knew what was influencing me. I felt the old urge to sink my teeth into his milky white throat. Rousseau held me up against the wall with my arms pinned to my sides I growled at him and struggled. He calmly held me still until I stopped moving. Dom sat on the floor and stroked his package. He knew he'd get his chance if I refused Rousseau. The blood rushed to my crotch and I felt cold between my legs. Rousseau's lips went to my ear and the cold heat inside me built. I moaned my need and Dom stroked my legs. Rousseau kicked him off.

"You'll come for me, won't you," Rousseau whispered as he dropped me to the floor. "You're heat is driving you crazy. I'll help, but you'll have to send them away."

I shook my head. He pulled me back up and took the risk of kissing me. My mouth opened to him. His tongue stroked my teeth and wrapped around my tongue. When he released me, I found myself telling them to go. Dominic protested, but I kept repeating myself. He had to go. As soon as they'd crossed the threshold, Rousseau shut the door. His pants bulged pleasantly at me as he stood watching me squirm. His warm tongue on my nipple startled me. I hadn't seen him come forward. My hands went through his hair. I felt his rumble through my breast as I was gently dropped to the floor. His fingers traced patterns on my body as he switched to the other breast. I couldn't help raising my hips as his hand went to my opening. He sucked on his teeth, said, "Oh cher, I thought I had more time," and put a finger inside my already gripping box. His words in my ear made me tremble. He presented himself at my entrance. I pressed up and he backed away.

"Let's not rush into this and hurt ourselves."

He held me close and pushed into me. I thought he was in the wrong spot. He moved back and tried again. I felt this rising burn flow from my slit and out to my thighs.

"Okay, girl. I'm almost in. You're so tight. You'll need to relax or we won't get far."

It wasn't in yet. Damn, how big was this thing? He pulled back and slid down my body. He shoved his tongue inside me. I writhed as he thrust it in and out.

"You've closed up." He came up for air as he worked a finger into me.

His tongue went back down to teasing me open as his finger moved up to tease my clit. I couldn't keep still as he pressed my buttons as if we'd been lovers for a long time. There was no wasted effort. The tip of his tongue flicked the little area just above my center and I bucked. The orgasm hit me so hard that it hurt. He looked up as I arched and gripped my stomach.

"That's much better," he sighed as he slid the finger freely in and out of me for a bit.  "Has anyone ever told you that you can be overly stressed?"

"Uh," was all I could manage as he put his hand over mine.

"Does this relax you enough?"

I wanted to say yes, but my teeth chattered too much for me to make the effort. He kissed me, this time it was longer and firmer, which helped to calm my vibrating body.

"It's alright," he whispered as he picked me up. "I didn't want it to be like this. We were meant for better."

I made sure he didn't have a chance to back out of actually entering me. Even if I was tense, he needed the release. I kissed his neck and he jumped. The drive to bite him made it a dicey gamble. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my teeth along his jaw.

"Oh, my dear," he sighed. "Ellen, don't do that."

He set me down on the bed and balanced over me with one arm. His green gold seemed more gold to me as he reached his hand down and gripped himself.

"You don't want this," he moaned.

I looked down to see the fat round head of a well formed cock oozing at me. It suddenly grew cold. The question hung in the air as my pussy reminded me that it would like to get to know this new promise.

"I want it," I breathed.

He kissed me quickly. "Okay."

His lips met mine again. "Are you sure?"

"Mm hmm," I responded through his lips.

"Really sure?" His lips went to my neck.

"Oh yeah," I ran my fingers along his back and tried to pull him down.

He deliberately raised up and looked into my eyes. "I mean, I can just go and..."

"Fuck me, please!"

He knew he was just making me angry. The same intention made him move to his side not touching me at all.

"That mouth of yours," he scolded.

"Uh! Please," I growled. "S...."

"What?" He grew more serious by the second.

"Sebast..." His kiss warmed my face.

"Good. Sebastian what," he rumbled.

"Um," the name had just filled my head. "Sebastian Dara Vaya Hush..."

He cut me off by saying something that I didn't understand. He finally said in English, "I'm glad you know. Remember what the promise was?"

I put my hand on his face and tensed. I still had that need for blood.

"I know you don't want to hurt me," he sighed, "but it is necessary."

He pulled me into his arms and wrapped his leg over me.

"You started this, possibly, not knowing what would happen." His lips brushed my cheek as he continued, "You need to finish it."

I held his ear in my teeth and he tensed. I felt his artery pulse under my lower lip. I let go and felt him tremble as I ran my tongue over his warm pulsing neck. I fastened my mouth securely to the muscle just behind that very interesting feeling and sucked on his salty skin.

"Please," his entire body pleaded with me. "Hold on to that. Don‘t go any further."

I felt him maneuver me more fully onto my back and press his cock at my hole. He rubbed it smoothly against me as he spread my juices around. I stretched my legs wide and allowed him to be at the right spot. His hips moved forward forcefully and I let go of his neck. I couldn't stop myself from jumping when he jabbed into me. He gripped my pelvis and held me still.

"Don't run," he grunted. I'd moved back, away from the pressure of the massive cock head. "Stop, sweet girl," he moaned. "Don't cause us both pain."

My pussy throbbed as he slid the shaft in partway. He kissed my forehead and rasped, "That should be a little better, right?"

I let my legs relax as best as I could and he moved in slow shallow strokes. My legs trembled as he worked my thighs even wider.

"I'm sorry, Ellen," he whispered down with concern.

"I'm fine." The truth was I felt strangely stretched. It had looked like a regular cock. Why was my pussy acting like this?

He continued his short strokes. His hands lost their grip and moved to my head and shoulder. He held close as he moved deeper. The intense sensation of his thrusts made me gasp. I tried to help him by angling my ass upward. It just made my pussy clamp down on his warm hardness and he shuddered. I closed my eyes and worked toward where he wanted to take me. He raised up and I watched him piston in and out of me. His member didn't go all of the way in, but I could tell by the look on his face that this was nearly over. I curved my body and encircled his nipple with my tongue to help him. He shook his head and the ends of his hair tickled my upturned breast. He pulled almost all of the way out, but I wouldn't let him move completely away. I felt him warm my insides with the flow of semen that urged me to come. I felt him pulse it into me as my greedy pussy sucked out the last bit. I let him finally leave my sweat covered body. He lay with his hand still under my head as I came out of my foolish grin.

"Huh," I finally sighed. "I think forty years is too long."

He panted, "Well, I have a feeling you'll be ready most too soon."

"Hell, I don't know what you did, but I may never walk again."

He responded with a grin and a low laugh. "I knew I should have bowed out."

I struck him lightly with the back of my hand. "If I'd have known what you were packing, I might have jumped you sooner."

"Packing? Jumped? Honestly, Ellen, we must do something about your language usage," he sighed as he rolled the sheet over our bodies.

"Hey, you're lucky you didn't get some down home black girl. I'd have skinned you alive by now if I wasn't raised the way that I was. I can play it that way is you want me to," I teased.

"No, no, cher. This is very new to me. I've been alone for so long. Mayhaps, you can teach me the changes."

His green gold eyes flickered as he gave me that devouring stare and looked away. I could tell the next thing he said, might be hard to take.

"I know you've been with Dominic and some others, so I was very surprised at how...new you felt," he broached with his hand teasing the folds in the sheet.

After thinking for a moment, I softly said, "It felt like I was a virgin the way that you had to keep trying."

END Continued…



Dominic Ch. 18



Ryan Severus looked up with surprise to see Ellen slowly descend the back staircase. He fought the urge to ask why she was in the kitchen. A full tray of breakfast foods had been prepared and left outside her door. She sat gingerly at the edge of the chair and looked at her feet. He reviewed the firmness of her breasts as she leaned on the table and gave him a pleasant view down her robe. She should have been under some hard thrusting cock, but instead she was here with him. The long, sensual dark chocolate legs disappeared under the robe before they revealed any imperfection. He smiled casually down at her as she looked up at him and beckoned him closer with her finger.

"I don't know what to do now." Her voice was soft and low as she leaned toward him. He opened his arms to her and enveloped her with the comfort that he knew she needed. She'd been with his son and the master, but she didn't have that well ridden smell of an established bitch. He made sure not to touch her bare skin out of the fear his mind would be carried back upstairs. She settled in the curve of his shoulder on his shirt. He felt her shake and then the sounds of her stifled tears caught him in the chest.

"His requirements shouldn't have been odd," he tried not to ask for details, though he wanted them. "He's an old soul. He couldn't have done anything."

"He did everything well. He was perfection...."

"But," he pried.

"I told him how I felt. He got this look on his face and looked away from me. I just couldn't stay in there and watch him sleep."

"What did you say?"

She sighed, backed away from him, and said, "It doesn't matter."

Her robe fell open and he was once again filled with a desire that he knew was oh so nice, but oh so wrong. Ellen allowed him to be lost in her bosom and said, "Would you comfort me?"

Ryan protested, "No, you lovely girl, I won't. He'd surely kill me, as he is thinking of doing right this instant. I won't even kiss you on your brow to soften that fascinating frown of yours. He'll be coming to find you soon. He doesn't hate you, so don't think that he'll kill you. He's very afraid of you, did you know?"

She turned away from him and put her elbows on the table. In his guarded thoughts, Ryan let out a neigh at the shape of her bobbing ass. She turned up and waved it from side to side.

"He's afraid of me? Ha! I'm sure I'm more scared than he is. He could kill me without trying," she joked nervously.

"Look at me," he said as he followed the sway of her nervously moving ass. She turned back around and softened that utterly kissable sadness with a forced grin. He went against his better judgment and put his hand on the side of her head. He instantly regretted it.

"You know you don't want me, but I'm safe." The smell of her high hormone level made his penis stir in his pants. Those bright brown eyes welled up, and he pressed his lips to hers. He pulled himself back before she responded to the force of his advance and ordered, "You go back up there before I get myself killed."

He looked down at the bulge in his pants and prayed for the day that she was out of the house or free to be with any male she chose.

***

"Why did you go?" His low caressing voice drew me into the room. "I don't like to wake up without you." He rested his head on his hands and curled a knee toward the edge of the bed.

"Hmm, you've been doing it before today, why can't you do it now?" My stance was authoritarian and I worked to keep that when his muscles flexed. In the stretch, he ran his hands over the bed and showed how he really didn't fit it. I wondered why such a delicious, scary man would be so casual. He walked over to me. The approach was smooth and quick as he reached for me. When I shied away from his hand he frowned and went back to the bed. He dropped down and those eyes searched my face.

"You know, I don't want to hurt you?"

I nodded and returned his gaze.

"Then why are you doing that?"

"I don't know," I shrugged.

He got back up and this time quickly pulled me in. I felt so small next to his substantial frame. Sebastian Rousseau curved his body and his arms down around me.

"You said it last night. I didn't understand at first, but you are like a virgin. You hadn't been with some one that wasn't trying to control you. I'm the first. I don't tell you how to feel, or what to do. I can not understand this... this insecurity. If you would like, I can do this for you, but you'll have to learn to function on your own within two days. You are meant to be my coregent, not a slave to my whim," he softly rumbled to me.

His chest was warm on the side of my face as I listened to his heart. His breathing was even as I cuddled into his embrace. I felt a familiar tingle in my spine as I let him lead me to the bathroom. He ran his hand over my braids as he turned on the shower.

'Let's get you nice and clean,' his deep voice rolled into my head. 'I plan to dirty you. When we are done, you won't wash. You will go down for meals as I see fit. If I will you to dine in the nude, you will do so with my sperm visibly on you. There will be no request that you will deny, or you will be punished. You are allowed to ask one question per hour. I may disregard the question, but you are given this privilege because you are my queen. Feel free to make sounds, but no words.'

He made sure that the shower was nice and warm. He passed me under the stream as if I was an animal that he needed to get completely wet before adding the soap. He ran the bar of soap over my back and down my buttocks with a utilitarian roughness that made goose bumps rise on my arms. He held me free of the stream and massaged the lather over my breasts and stomach. His fingers rubbed against the under side of my nipples and I felt them stiffen as he paid careful attention to lifting and washing the rest of my breasts. I raised my arms without thinking for him to wash under my arms and he let his thumbs linger on my breasts as he rinsed the area. He had me put my hands on the far wall of the shower and spread my legs. His hands went over my ass and down one leg and then the other. He lingered at my ankles with his face resting on my ass. He raised each foot and massaged it in turn before he stood up and put a hand to my pussy. He shoved a finger in and I tried not to jump. His response was a low rolling growl as he worked at my entrance with his two fingers. My body started to respond to his rough manipulation and I tried not to move. He pressed my soapy ass into his crotch as he continued the fingering. His other hand went to my left breast by route of my back and my ribs. He held me close to him as he rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks. It made my insides start to get ready for him. He let go of me and rinsed off quickly. He turned me around and shoved his tongue into my mouth. He moved away and pulled me into the water. My braids came free in the steady flow and he moved it out of my face. His body moved me back to the other side of the shower and I was pressed to the wall again. This time he made sure that I felt his cock moving across my pussy. I felt it begin to press upward toward my snatch. His hunger was clear when he lifted my legs from the ground and let his monster penis touch my belly button. He readjusted and put me down with his prick at my opening. He pushed nearly in and then he moved away.

His voice commanded, 'Kneel.'

I slid with my hands on the wall to my knees. I felt his hands on my hair.

'Turn your head to the right and open your mouth.'

I turned and was inches from his penis. He half grinned down at me. He thought I wasn't gonna do it. I licked his glans in slow warm circles. I tasted a slight hint of me on him as I got it into my mouth. I felt him start to shake as I pulled him in farther. He moved his hand to my shoulder and held himself up by putting his arm on the wall. I moved my head to suck him along the shaft and he let out a little groan. I moved along his rod, and I felt him begin to fill my mouth as the blood flowed into his cock. I stroked him with my tongue as I moved my head back and forth over what I could and massaged his scrotum. He restricted how far I went by putting his hand around his cock to stop my lips. It was still very deep in my mouth. He shoved me back and I watched his long penis bob to an upright position.

"Oh, no. You won't be doing that just yet. Get on all fours."

I moved down in the shower with the water flowing down over my back and ass. The water fondled my nipples and pussy as it beat down. I closed my eyes and got into the pressure that was building inside me. I felt something strike my face. It was thick and ran down. I squinted to see Rousseau's come shoot out toward me again. "Uh, stay still," he grunted as he continued to come on my face. He stroked my hair and turned off the water. He made sure I wasn't moving and got out of the shower. He toweled himself off quickly with the soft towels Ryan bought especially for me. He took out a fresh one and rubbed it over my body. He slowly played the cloth along my breasts and an admiring hand over my ass after he was satisfied in my dried skin. He'd neglected my face. The semen and water made my skin cold. He helped me to stand. I was told to turn away from him and he moved a rough cloth over my head and to my breasts. He fastened it around my neck so that the scratchiness would stimulate my nipples, but not touch much else. He turned me and draped a similar cloth of the same natural tan to my hips. He stood back and looked at his work. Content, he moved me to the bedroom and I stood as he got fully dressed. Rousseau held my hand and drew me down the stairs to lunch. The dining room had been emptied. There were two chairs and a small table with two place settings ready. He had me sit with my legs spread wide toward his seat. He took my silverware from its place and set them done to his right.

"You'll be eating with only your mouth today. I hope you like the lamb. I had it flown in from home."

I suddenly saw a picture of a brown bricked house behind an iron gate. A stream flowed back to the pond and the castle in the distance. It wasn't a castle, but that is what we all called it. We. The children that passed it to go to school. It was a light gray stone house with a long porch that never seemed to be used. Mammon said that I should never dream of living there, because it was a lonely place. She didn't understand why Monsieur Sebastian would want to be in the middle of town but never be in town. 

"You haven't said a word, which is good. I will give you your first request now"

"May I stay with Ryan and Dominic?"

He looked down at my hands which had gone up to cover the exposed portion of my breasts. He stood up and proceeded to cut the food on my plate into small bite sized pieces.

"I will answer that question two days hence." Which was a no. "You are more calm, but you still haven't learned the lesson I wanted you to learn."

He held the plate up for me to smell and my stomach growled. I lowered my head and picked up a piece of meat with my lips. He watched me chew and swallow the richly juicy seasoned lamb.

"Good girl. We can stop when you want it to. You don't have to go the full two days."

I didn't look at him while he was speaking and he lifted my chin. I felt the juice flow down my chin, but I didn't dare stick out my tongue and clean myself. His mouth went to the offending liquid and he slurped it up without much fanfare. He stayed so close that I wanted to kiss his lips.

'You do it, and your security in obedience is over.'

His words were so emotionless in my mind. I held myself where I was.

"Pity," he sighed as he set my plate down on the table where I could reach, "I really wanted you to initiate that kiss."

He smoothly sat down and picked up his fork. "You'll be waiting until I'm done with my meal. Then, you will be given ten minutes to clear your plate. If you have not done so, you will be punished."

Punished?

He smiled broadly at my questioning face and ate so slowly that I thought I'd scream. His lips would part and I would watch his pink tongue make contact with the food before it entered his mouth. Every bit that he ate made me think of his mouth on parts of my body. He could be rough and gentle at the same time on different parts of his tongue. He watched me carefully and when I started to pretend to get woozy from starvation he finished his last fork full and looked at his watch.

"You may begin."

I ate as fast and as cleanly as I could, but my mouth is only so wide and he would pile the plate with extra food when I seemed halfway done. He pulled me to standing and walked me outside. I was led to the pool and three men waiting. Dominic, Ryan, and James stood in a group at the edge of the pool. When I approached, they removed their clothes. Sebastian spoke in words that I didn't understand. I was bent over a bench so that my breasts dangled obscenely toward the cool cement. They made no sound as I was strapped down with a series of thin ropes. Sebastian sat down quietly in the corner of my vision. My head pointed down, I couldn't get a fix on where the others were. I heard a metallic click. I wasn't quite sure what it meant until I felt the sting on my ass. The belt struck me again and I pushed at the bench. It gave way slightly. Not wanting the bench to move, Sebastian made some hand gestures. I saw Dominic and Ryan sit on either side of me so that I couldn't work the bench further out of the ground. The blows that James delivered grew faster and harder. I tried to hold on to my tears. Sebastian sat on the edge of his seat as I received hit number 12, 13... The way that they just sat there made me realize how little I cared for any of them. Sebastian's hand raised and James paused. So what, they've been inside me. They showed me what I am, but that does not give them the right to raise welts on my skin. This was the twenty first century. Sebastian looked me in the eye and gestured for James to continue. I easily pulled free from the strings on my wrists and braced against the bench under my ribs before the next blow was expected. Sebastian got up and moved to stop me from moving. The bench gave and I was struck diagonally across my back. The tip of the belt struck me between the shoulder blades as I snapped the last of the restraints and stood up straight. Sebastian looked down at me and said, "So, you've decided to end your obedience?"

I took off the stupid rags, that I'd worn out of respect, to the ground and headed for the door. I felt a pair of hands turn me around and Rousseau bent down to talk to me. Bitch! I back handed him so fast, he thought better of touching me again.

"Don't you ever think of hitting me again!" My voice was full of the heat that was starting to take me over. 'Unless, it's for pleasure.' I needed to get out before I had to be fucked by one of these assholes. I figured I had a good four or five more hours before I started to attack anything with a cock.

I shoved a couple days worth of clothes into a bag. I made sure that my jeans were zipped and I had my wallet. I slipped the keys off of the holder without a sound. I heard someone run past the kitchen and up the stairs. I went out the side door and walked to the front. I looked at the key and hoped it was for an automatic transmission. As I moved through the garage, I felt the strange anger slowly dropping away. The first three cars didn't quite work out. When I got to the fourth one in the line, the key opened the door. I looked down and saw a nothing. There was just a simple shift knob. Yes, jackpot! I hopped in and started it up without a problem. I hit the remote control to open the door, and they were all standing in front of the car. Dominic, Ryan, and James walked to within inches of the car. The headlight obscenely cast the shadows of Dom's cock across his belly.

"It's too late for you to try to go out on your own," Sebastian loudly said directly in my ear. "Let's just go up to your rooms and get you ready."

My jump was sufficient enough for him to brush my bra covered breasts as he turned the car off and deposited the key in his pocket. He opened the door and undid my seatbelt. I looked up at his devouring eyes and I knew it was true. I'd have to choose who would be the father of my... pups? I sat in the car wondering what I should do. I surveyed the possibilities in my mind.

'Okay, there's Jimmy. I've never been with him, so I don't know what to expect. There's Sebastian. The scary guy that I've had, but I'm not sure if I liked it or not. There's Ryan. Sufficient in a pinch, if I don't have Dom's big long fun ride. But, Dom means a three day commitment, right?'

Sebastian lowered his voice to a bewitching sensual tone, "Since you have more of an emotional attachment to the others, I think you should be blindfolded. You think too much. It's been hard to filter out your negative tendencies. You'll be on your own. No one will make you feel that something is good when you think it isn't. You are free to refuse and go back to the master servant relationship, but we know you'd be flailed for trying to leave. You don't like that."

He offered a hand and I took it. He rewarded me with a pat to my fingers and I was followed into the foyer by the men. Sebastian let go of me and instructed Ryan to have everyone leave except for Karen and Veronica. I would choose two for the night. The blindfold would restrict my decision to touch. I was offered an opportunity to be washed and dried. I accepted it. I took as long as I could to wash every part of my body. I didn't get out until I was shriveled up like a prune. I couldn't remember what anyone felt like. I must have been desensitized by their subtle controls to not feel exactly. I determined to know every bump ridge and patch of rough skin by the time I made my choice. When I got out of the room, all four of them were undressed and waiting. Sebastian had taken the bed as his lounging spot while Dominic stood closest to James as he settled in my chair. Ryan was with Karen and her fairest of the fair complexion. Even her freckled body and the light brownness of her hair made me think of suntans. Veronica stood near the door with her hands crossed over her abdomen. Her response to my arrival was a genuine relaxation. Dominic gave me a red cloth. The red silk warmed in my hands. It was nearly transparent. I was surprised when all I saw was blackness when he pulled it tight over my head. The strange language filled my brain and I knew they were debating how each would approach me. The disorientation of the darkness made me hit my shin on the bedpost. I was immediately caught by a pair of hands on either side. I was forced to the floor by both people. I felt their hands on my ass as they spread my thighs. I felt the air wash over my still damp mound. They were smelling if I was ready. I suddenly had this urge to run. I got up and was knocked down quickly by my own clumsiness. I'd always been able to see in the dark.

I heard Veronica say, "Let me help her."

"You girls are for the ones that are not chosen," Ryan whispered. "You need to get in the corner and pray that it doesn't get too rough or you'll be her consummation meal."

I felt hands and arms wrap around me. I felt hair and a chest as I was turned onto my back. A hum in my head started to move down my body. I felt them moving and posturing over me. A series of low rolling growls told me that they were all huddled over my face. I reached up and was greeted with something sharp closing on my finger. I moved away and reached parallel to the floor. I felt the fur on the long slender legs. This would really be a problem. I tried to raise up and was licked back to the ground with whimpering. I hadn't changed. I didn't know how. I moved up again and met free air with my hands all around. I stood up and felt that humming in my brain. Maybe, I could remember what it felt like and figure it out. My pussy told me I should hurry the fuck up. I opened my mouth and got on all fours. I arched my back and remembered the throbbing pain as my tail grew. The itchy pin pricks of my hair made me arch my back further. It was working. The silk flopped off of my head and I turned on my suitors. They all greeted me with submission. There were two blacks and two reds. How would I know which one is which? The reds and blacks were equal in size. I scanned the room to collect my options. The girls sat in the small space between the chair and the corner. As I watched them, they clutched each other and cried. I saw the open window with its welcoming ledge and trailing slate roof. I launched myself through. The roof was slick and I slid down to the very edge before jumping into a soft bush. I knew they'd be coming after me, so I didn't sniff after the mice that were running for cover. I looked for a good place to camouflage my scent. I raced through the horse barn and over the far fence. I nearly fell over when my nose stopped my head before my body had a chance to. There was another. He was upwind. I could run. He wouldn't catch me any faster than the others. I heard the horses respond to the followers. I ran as fast as I could. The far field was where I would go. I remembered seeing an overgrown raspberry patch. They'd move slower through there, which would give me more time to figure out which one I wanted to start with. I caught my hair in the thorns and tried to get free. I heard his voice in my head before he came into view. 




Dominic Ch. 18



'Let's not play the games. You are very prime, are you not?'

His smooth accent made me shiver. He was definitely from the south. His large feet balanced cleanly between the brambles as he moved toward me. He rolled cleanly under the last branch between us and wagged his tail. He sniffed my face and gave me a rub across my neck.

'Yes, you'll do nicely.'

The others made the field and they called me. The new one made himself fill the way out and I called back.

'Girl,' Sebastian called, 'do you want me to make a way for you?'

'No, Rousseau. He'll back up or I'll take him out.'

'A saucy little bit, aren't we?' The gray male with the red points nearly smiled at me. 'I should tell my mum to give you a talking to when I'm done.'

'Not necessary. I don't just let any dog mount me,' I made clear as I sank my teeth into his all too unprotected face.

He let out a deserved yelp and rumbled out of the patch with such spread that the grasping branches and stems tore away with him. The hole he left allowed me to hop out without much of an effort. Another southern wolf came into view. A bitch. Not in heat, but distracting none the less. I raised my hackles and arched my back as she approached with her tail held in the air.

'I am not interested in your challenge. I am a queen in my own right. I want you to let go my man.'

The sound of her reminded me of my mother. The stiff controlled words made me ashamed to be out there.

'You must have waited a long time to choose a mate. Maybe, you're just greedy and you take all of the dogs you come across. Do you realize you take men that are spoken for?'

One of the blacks approached and dropped to his back under my nose. He looked in my eyes and let out a whimper.

'She belongs with me,' Ryan finally made himself known. I could feel the genuine concern he felt for me and knew that he would have been with me if I wanted it.

'Go, then,' I commanded and turned toward the southern male. 'You will not follow. I choose you...' I acknowledged Dominic immediately and turned to the reds.

They were both so ready They didn't try to beg me. They just shopped their virility and eagerness before me as if they knew I couldn't help but pick them. I started toward the house and my set of rooms. I heard a growl and I turned back. They were rolling and snapping. This was so unlike James. Even though I didn't know which one it was, I knew both wolves were definitely invested in the fight. I yelped my disapproval, but it didn't work. Dominic sniffed my ear and licked at the fur on my neck. My pussy decided it wouldn't wait anymore. I arched my back and moved my tail aside. His response was a quick smell and a long lick to get things lubed up. The commotion faded from my thoughts as he wrapped his legs around my hips and entered me. As he stroked in and out of me I knew I wouldn't be satisfied. He was already too eager and it was quickly over. He dropped off of me and licked at our attached parts. Jimmy and Sebastian still rolled around for dominance, but not as roughly.

Dom's voice was a whisper in my brain. 'That should make them calm down. Once I'm free, we'll change back. Then, I'll give you the attention that you deserve.'

I dropped down on the ground and he curled around me with his pulsing cock still deep inside me. We watched as the two red wolves dropped in exhaustion. They sat on the grass facing me.

Sebastian begged, 'You have to make a decision or I'll make it for you. My cousin thinks he knows everything, but I only taught him what he knows. Not what I know.'

I couldn't figure out which one had been speaking. I felt Dominic's knob go down and he got up. He let out a low moaning whine as he forced himself back into human form. His fur disappeared under the long thighs first. He stood with a partially normal face and walked over to Ryan.

"Iva, you know the rules. She's to choose a mate from the eligible males."

'It makes no difference to me. I never needed four. I could tell from their scent before they approached me to mount.'

"You've tasted the wind, here. You know we are evenly matched..."

'No,' she snarled. 'The red is superior in every way. Why does she not pick him and get it over with? Is her nose gone?'

'M m my nose is just fine. I'm trying to pick the right one for me, not the strongest one.'

'You've been tainted by human thought. Without a solid wolf, you probably won't even produce a decent child. My boy is a solid wolf with a few pups to show for his experience.'

"I'm gonna take her up to her rooms. You and Dad go find something to do. As for my brother, she excluded him from the courtship. I won't fight him for her. She'd just go with me anyway."

I felt suddenly tired as I worked my way up the stairs. The top seemed so far away. I suddenly couldn't hop two steps at a time. I caught my knee on a rise and smacked my body down. I'd changed back. It wasn't as painful as the change from woman to she wolf. I stood up awkwardly.. Dominic scooped me up and carried me the rest of the way. His light kisses on my forehead made me wake up. Sebastian and James had changed back too and were waiting for me in the room. Veronica and Karen had fallen asleep in each others arms in the corner where I'd last seen them. James grabbed a blanket and covered their naked bodies. Sebastian walked over to us and kissed me. His warm tongue slid in and I was moved to the bed. I felt Dominic's hands cup my breasts as Sebastian occupied my mouth. They were talking softly to me in my mind. I felt an extra hand moving over my thigh and down to my wet opening. Another hand went to my other thigh and I was spread by the firm grasp. I moved away from the intensity of the kiss and welcomed a cock into my mouth. The familiar taste of me assured me that it was Dominic rubbing my tonsils. I licked and tickled his cock as mouths closed on my nipple and my pussy. Mmm. I enjoyed the way that the tongue made circles over my opening. I let out a moan and was rewarded with a switch to the other neglected nipple. I shoved my crotch upward as I ran my hands over Sebastian's back. I felt the hands come away from my thighs and I knew I was ready to go. I felt the stretching as James slid inside me. I enjoyed the feeling of finally surrounding Jimmy. He didn't move. He just let me get used to the feel of being filled. Sebastian raised up and moved away as I raised my legs to allow a better grip on my hips. His hands went straight for my pelvis and he shoved completely in. I opened my mouth to gasp and Dominic pulled nearly out of my mouth. I took Dominic back in and tried not to let on that James was pretty much impaling me with his long thin cock. His slow drawn out pumping made my insides relax and it started to feel good. Better than good. He tapped at my cervix so gently that it sent waves of pleasure up my belly and to my standing nipples. He shivered as my pussy started to clamp down on the base of his cock. I gulped at Dom's dick, because I knew he couldn't help but be completely aroused at the sight of another cock in me. He pulled away and I let his cock bob in the air. He stroked it and watched as James pulled gasps and moans out of me. I closed my eyes and felt that now familiar cooling sensation run down to my vagina. He gasped and grunted as I came all over his well worked rod. He let go of my hips and fell forward onto me. He gripped my shoulders and I looked into his yellowed eyes. His lips parted as he rode through my come.

"Uh," he grunted as my insides squeezed and sucked at his cock so hard that he clutched at me to try to bring me out of it.

I held onto his elbows and tried to calm down enough to stop the unconscious thrusting of my hips. His fear was warranted because I forced a come out of him. He squeezed me tighter to him as I felt his sperm hit my cervix. I went right back into the come and he screamed over my head at the abruptness at which his scrotum was being sucked dry. He jumped free of me and clutched at his stomach, which left me in a great vibrating mass on the bed. Dominic put a caressing hand on Jimmy's chest and pointed him to the corner with the girls. He stood over the bed with his long black mane tossed over one shoulder. I looked around for Sebastian. He sat in the chair calmly manipulating his cock. He let out a low reassuring rumble as Dominic pulled me to the edge of the bed. His hands flowed over my still trembling body and he put his weight on me. His movements were slow and deliberate.

'Do you want to go to the bathroom while you still can?' His lips didn't move, but his eyes emphasized every word.

I took the offer and he followed me to the toilet. His hands worked at my shoulders and neck as I emptied my bladder and pussy into the bowl. He wiped the sweat off of me with a damp cloth. He stayed there with his hands on the back of my head for sometime.

"He was good, wasn't he? Not as good as me, though. You know that."

His hands moved to my face and he gently pressed his lips into mine. His fingers tugged at the ends of my hair and I was surprised at how they grazed my shoulders with more length to go. With a careful push, I got up and went back in to see Sebastian had settled in next to Veronica and Karen, while James was on the other side. The girls had snuggled into them and slept. I was startled by the force at which I was tossed to the bed. I moved up on the bed to make myself more comfortable. He got into bed next to me with a soft rolling sound in his throat. He nibbled at my ear and massaged my nipple then expanded to my entire breast. His approach was slow and tender as he opened my legs and worked to be inside me. He gradually pushed his length all the way and I felt he'd moved past my cervix and to the back of my pussy. He held my leg up as we moved together. I knew we'd be together for at least the next day. The way that he felt inside me, I knew it could be longer. End

To be continued....



Dominic Ch. 19



Ron wiped the grime from his face as he watched the place burn. The heat was too intensely familiar. It had taken him several, agonizing days to recover from the change. The Rousseau had made sure to graze him slightly instead of the usual blood letting of a quick transformation. The moment Rousseau went away, Stella had abandoned the pack. There was no leader to shut him away with the other changelings. He'd spent those days in the tunnels executing as many bitches as he could. He couldn't help himself. The endless pleasure required to stop the pain wasn't enough. The joy was disturbed by the fact that he was one of them now. He understood what it meant to be hungry and to smell his own inferiority. The higher level dogs had taken the bitches worth keeping with them when they fled. Rousseau had said that he would leave none alive who had seen the injustice done. So, why the hell didn't he finish them, especially Ron, off when he had the chance? His Ellen, that's why.

After he blew up the compound, Rousseau and that ungrateful wife would be dead. If she had shown any affection for him, he wouldn't have had to resort to this. It was simple really. Now that the southern pack was gone, and he'd wiped out any rivals, he could go back and take Lucy by force as his mate. The sister was older, but she was smart.

When he fucked his Lucy, she even enjoyed herself. He hadn't had to "fix" her like Ellen. If Lucy had said yes to his proposal in the first place, things would have been different. It started out as a way to pay her back, really. He thought Lucy would try to stop his seduction of the girl, but she laughed in his face. That's when he decided to do it. Ellen had been like the best sunrise when he took her. So suggestible and blind. The gasps that he knew no one had ever made her produce still tickled his ears as he hooked up the last fuse. He ground his teeth as he then remembered her crouched over him in rage. 

"Bitch," he breathed.

The blaze would be high enough to draw the fire departments from the surrounding counties, but it was superficial only. He'd blow the box just under each set of stairs right after they pulled up. No stairs, no exit, no survival. He smiled to himself as he heard the distant wail of the sirens. Time to spook the horses toward the drive....

***

"Yo, Jerry. We got a body here!"

"Wow! They must have put the mattress over her to protect her from the

flames. I told you we should have looked better when we dragged those dogs

from this room. Huh? Wait. Did you see that? Did she move? Get the EMT's up here."

*

I was so tired. It felt like I was breathing through sand.

I heard a pleasant female voice, "She came to in the ambulance and tore up the inside. As you know, that warranted a strapping down at the hospital. She's growled and hissed at anyone that came close enough to check on her. We gave her a sedative and cleaned up the minor scrapes. I don't recommend taking off the restraints until we're sure she doesn't have a brain injury. Her lungs are going to take some time to recover."

I watched the nurse leave the room. The man sat down next to me. He came too close and I growled a warning. He was a light-skinned black man with very high priced taste in clothing.

He laughed, "I forgot. You've never seen me as a man. You remember, you bit my nose?" He passed a manicured finger over the bridge of his nose.

Dominic's brother. I don't think I heard his name, but that didn't matter. He was there alive in front of me. But, I didn't want to see him. I croaked, "Dominic, and...?"

"They were taken to the pound, of all places. It took me a while to convince those morons that my 'dogs' were harmless and usually roamed the house. Can you believe, they advised me to have them fixed? They're at a hotel for safe keeping. You should let them take care of you. We'll be going to the north pack when you're better."

"Everybody lived?"

"Well, no. The two human's didn't survive the fire. It was lucky. What would they have told the authorities?"

The girls were gone. This was just one more thing to add to my messed up life. When he saw the tears in my eyes, he knew they'd meant something to me and rested his fingers over mine.

"I'm sorry. I can not think of a reason why I'm so foolish. You know that they couldn't survive in the same conditions that we are capable of living under. You grew attached to them anyway. It is understandable. They will be missed, but it was more important to save your life."

He placed a hand over my stomach and frowned at me, "How long are you going to wait to choose?"

I tried to get my nails into his hand, but he was too quick.

"The higher rank you are, the more choice you have, but it's not a game of chance. You'll see I'm telling the truth when it happens to you."

He softened his frown and put his hand to my face. "You should be thinking of this now, while you have your head. The less service you get, the harder things will be the next heat."

He pulled the blanket off of my feet and looked at my toes. He pulled away the wrappings and smiled up at me.

"You shouldn't be losing any of those dainty little toes."

He left the blanket off of my exposed feet and sat quietly until a

doctor came in.

"Miss ...Franklin," the doctor finally asked. I nodded. "Are you calm enough for me to examine you, now?"

I nodded again. Now that I knew what the situation was, I allowed him to check my body. The gloves were warm on my legs as he paid extra attention to my singed feet.

"You are a very lucky girl to have been able to survive a fire and a partial building collapse. Do you have relatives that I can call?"

"I am one of her relatives. Her fiancé should be here soon."

The doctor looked Dominic's brother over very carefully, looked at me, and left. Which man would be my "fiancé" when they came to get me?

***

"Good morning, Lucy."

"Please, what have you done with my mate?"

Ah. That strained look on her face was almost perfect. Ron checked her cuffs again and stood in front of her. She looked back at him with contempt, and that wasn't part of the plan.

"Don't you worry about him. He's irrelevant. Let's talk about the coronation. What would you like to wear?"

She turned her face from him, "I will wait for my king."

That reply drew his face into a sneer and he worked to return to the forced tranquility.

"Your king is standing right in front of you. The imposter has been dealt with."

"Francois?"

"You need to come to the fact that you are my bitch, now. You don't see any higher ranking males around here, do you? I've taken care of all of them. The lower rank males are now the highest you've got. I look pretty good now, don't I?"

"No, Ron. You look as bad as you always have. You've just signed your

death warrant."

He raised her face and caressed her breast as he smiled, "What? You think I was lying when I told you the southern pack was destroyed? Le Rousseau is just a bad memory, as well. You think there's someone else who can come to get you?"

"I know that there is someone else who can come to get me. I can feel it. I can hear that he is still alive."

Ron's grasp of her face tightened as he said, "You don't know squat! I'm just learning, but I can hear the same voice that you hear. I hear every thought in your puny little brain. And, I know what you've got planned. No matter how hard you struggle, I'll take it all away from you."

She smiled in his face as he flustered to go through her brain, again. Since her sister had become aware, they had been connected. At this moment, Ellen was hearing and feeling it all. Ellen told her to be quiet and to taunt him at any chance. Lucy was doing well. The man hadn't made an attempt to consummate his reign. She remembered what he was like before he took Ellen. He was very passionate and patient when she had explained that he wouldn't be her first. It had been Mother Beauvais' decision to end the experience. The time had come to make James a man and bring her to prime. She'd never realized how it had affected Ron. He chose Ellen to take out his frustration. She looked into his eyes and knew that he was capable of killing any obstacle in his way. The only reason she still lived was her already proven womb.

***

"I want you to understand that it doesn't matter what you decide. It's only important that you make a decision soon. Your sister grows weakened by Ronald's continued assault. I still don't understand how you lasted so long with him," Sebastian Rousseau softly said as he ran his hands over my shoulders.

I relaxed in his tentative massage and placed my hand on his knee behind me. He knew that I was struggling with the decision and was reaching out in his subtle way to soothe me. After a few false starts, it was explained to me in great detail that I wouldn't reach my full awareness until I had made my choice. The Rousseau had said that he wouldn't be my toy until I chose it. If I didn't want him, why should I want to have sex with him. Bummer. I did want him, sort of. Dominic and James had cemented their relationship, so if I picked either, I would be getting both. Sebastian was my only choice, but he didn't act like it.

I'd been with Dominic several times since the fire, but it wasn't the same. I knew he belonged to someone else, and that put a hold on any connection that I could put into the situation. All I felt was hurt when he pulled away from my sleepy embrace and left for his own bed. With Ryan reunited with his mate, the sex parties disappeared completely and I was left to my own devices.

In my frustration, it occurred to me that I was the only one that knew how that nut job, Ron, worked. Only I could take him out. That's when the dreams started. Lucy would talk to me as we did what we used to do when we were little. She'd cut the deck and I'd say what the card was. She would whisper to me what I needed to know. We would shout the rest. I don't know why we did this, but we used to be told to practice. She told me everything that he had done and was planning. I told her that I would be coming to kill him soon. She laughed and picked up another card.

"What do you see?" She yelled, then whispered, "He plans to mount me tomorrow night. It is timed for my most fertile time. He's been keeping track."

I laughed back and yelled, "Three of Diamonds!" The whisper I gave was still laughing, "He doesn't know you have to open to him. That's not likely! I would be as submissive as possible. He won't know he isn't making a baby."

"That's right! How did you get that one?" She'd spoken in her normal voice and nodded her agreement.

"Well," I smiled. "A blind sow has to get a nut every once in a while."

I woke up alone again. The truth was, I knew every card. We just played the game to distract Ron's further investigation. I got my clothes on quickly and snuck out to the kitchen to grab some fruit on my way to the garage. Imagine my surprise when I saw Ryan sitting idly at the kitchen table as bare as the day he was born. He looked up at me and made no effort to cover up. As if I thought he would cover up his magnificent cock for anybody.

He spread his legs and smiled, "Hello there. What are we doing up so early?"

"Uh, I'm gonna be going."

He looked serenely at me and said, "I guessed you would. Just not so soon. I'll keep them here for a bit."

I went to the fridge and hoped that I wouldn't be tempted anymore. Wrong. Sebastian was just coming up the walk from his morning run when I headed for the car. The sweat rolled down his chest as he wiped his forehead with his shirt. `Grrrr.' I couldn't help but want to run my tongue across his nipple one more time before I headed out to save the day. 'No. Bad girl.' I walked past him with a sober nod and went to my car. Luckily it hadn't been destroyed by the fire, like most of the others had. This new place wasn't so bad. I made sure that everyone had their space when I picked it out. I called into work and explained that I had a family emergency. They'd sent me my work via telnet, so it wasn't much of a problem if I didn't actually come in. The men at my office thought that I was a totally different person when I got back from all of that mess with the fire and all. I just didn't have the heart to wear the skimpy stuff. It didn't go with my foot brace anyway. I felt this inclination to put on these frilly blouses and wear long skirts with cuts up to my mid thigh. I searched my brain for any suggestions that were placed there, but I didn't find any. This was something someone wanted. I reached out to Lucy and

got the usual block. When I got to the highway, I'd figured out a way around the block. He couldn't keep concentration all of the time. I fluctuated my gentle touches until I got through. I let her know that I was coming. I felt for the others and they were all not thinking about where I was. Ryan followed me with his mind. He kept joining into my thoughts in an annoying way. I couldn't help but think that I was being manipulated again.

`Why don't you tell them? You should be honest in your feelings or it will be bad later. You may not have another chance to actually talk to Rousseau.'

I rebuffed him again, `I'll take my chances, Ryan. I'm sure he doesn't have much to say to me anyway.'

The man growled in my brain, `Stop thinking like a person, and start thinking as a wolf. Ron will be confused by you if you tap into what you are. He knows how people think, he was one.'

I decided to ignore him. I got into the music on the radio. This song came on that made me want to dance, but I was in the car. I blasted out my ears and bobbed my head a bit. It would be a long drive.

***

Ryan Severus watched carefully as Le Rousseau dressed. The master turned and

cocked his head at him as if he were an intruder.

Ryan quietly asked, "What are your plans, today, Rousseau?"

He seemed to think about this. "I know she's gone. You can't try to distract me."

"I knew this, Your Lordship. I only followed her recommendation. She's determined to do this alone..."

Rousseau raised his hand and said, "I'm getting on the next plane to New York. If you want to come too, that's fine. However, I won't let you go if you treat me like I'm some stupid bitch who can't read every thought in your mischievous little brain. You think you can sweep in and save the day. You won't. She's right. She is the only one that can take him down without his guard. That doesn't mean she won't need help."

"Of course, Possessor, I'll tell the others your decision," Ryan bowed.

"It isn't necessary," his voice seemed to drift off.

He bobbed his head slightly to an unheard song as he got his coat on and walked out of his room. He shivered slightly and turned back to Ryan.

"Why didn't you say something to her about projecting?"

"Sir, you didn't, either," Ryan smiled slightly.

***

"Dammmit! Let me go," I screamed as I was dragged into yet another room. The jerks didn't even give me a fighting chance. They waited until I had to use the bathroom for crying out loud!

"My Lord Franklin, we have recovered the bitch as was your desire."

Ron turned in his chair and smiled up at me as he asked, "Where was she found?"

"The rest area, just as you predicted, My King. The gas worked a bit too well," a tall dark male replied as he gripped Ellen's arm.

"Yes, well. We should sacrifice a few humans for our goal. It will put the fear of God into them when we present ourselves. You seem very tired wife. Maybe, you should be woken up a bit before we get reacquainted. You seem a bit flabbier than I remember."

I tried to hold onto my anger as he hefted my breasts.

"Set her up on a bench. We'll see how she feels after we get her back into mating condition."

"Will we go to three, or two for this?"

"Her sister could handle four. No, let's give her one at a time until

she gets leaner. We'll see."

I was dragged off to a slanted table, which I was strapped to, on my stomach. I felt the table under my waist drop. My legs were spread far enough apart for me to feel the air on my private parts. They chained down my feet and pulled up something that stopped me from moving my knees together. I growled the most impressive growl I could, but all I got was a laugh from behind me.

Ron came toward me and unzipped his pants.

"Let's do this for old time's sake."

"Hell, no," came out of me with force.

Ron smiled to someone behind me, "Okay, you may begin."

I felt this odd pain in my crotch as I was entered.

"This will burn at first, but it's for your own protection. You don't want to catch anything."

Whatever was being pumped into me was hot and itchy. I hung there in the odd position until the thick stuff cooled inside me. I felt hands all over me. I couldn't see them, but they were definitely soft and gentle. The soothing massage urged me to lose consciousness

Ron said, "You should rest all you can, Ellen. I've found that I can be insatiable in these matters."

"Bite me!"

"In time, sweetheart.. In time."

I tested my bonds and felt them give slightly. It would be so easy to jump up and tear out his throat. I let myself pretend to relax as he drew closer. He ran his hand over my ass as he put the other one on my outer lips. Like the human he was once, he didn't pay attention to my rising anger. He just went with what he saw. He slid two fingers into me. My cunt, the traitor that it was, welcomed the pressure. It had been a while since I'd gotten any real attention. That delicious sliding made me move my hips. Damn! What was happening?

"Did I neglect to mention that there was something special in the birth control we gave you?"

"UH!" I clenched my teeth as he moved his fingers faster inside me. I didn't want to come. I couldn't do that.

He pulled away his fingers and I felt something warm and wet flow down

my leg.

"I don't know if I like this," he whispered in my ear. "You'll come too soon which isn't quite what I had in mind. You're very close now, aren't you? I want you to suffer a bit first."

He slid something around my hips and I felt it fastened around my waist. He went for my face with some sort of a gag. I shook furiously, but he finally managed to get it on me with the help of two of his guard. My mouth was held open by clamps that squeezed into the delicate flesh of my full lips. I could barely put my lips together, but my jaw wouldn't move at all. He laughed slightly as he saw me realize what was next.

Ron made a theatrical flourish with his arm and said, "Boys, whenever you're ready."

A line of big black men formed in front of my face. The first man pulled out his fat cock and worked his cock in front of my eyes. I sighed in relief as he rocked his hips and covered my hair with his stickiness. The next one wasn't so eager and shoved past my lips with a slow determination. He smelled filthy and I wanted to throw up as he serviced himself on my tongue. It went on forever as he slowly worked his swelling cock. I tried to think of what Ron would have planned for me next. It suddenly entered my mind. I closed my eyes and saw. He thought that when I came he would be inside me. I saw Lucy on her knees under him as he drove into her wet pussy. She purred as he emptied into her. Had she been fooling me when she called for my help? I felt her presence as the procession of male members entered and exited my mouth. I saw her in the corner of my vision. She sat in a chair with her legs spread wide and her arms draped over the massive rests. One of the men that covered me with come approached her and buried his face in her crotch. She watched idly as another man lifted her breast to his mouth and sucked it in. I looked into her eyes and I saw that they were clouded by some drug. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on the card table with the deck of cards. She sat still in the field before the table. I worked harder at it. I even let my mouth go lax. It took a while, but she slowly started to shuffle the deck. She looked at me and smiled, "Let's see if you're any good?"




Dominic Ch. 19



I smiled back and gestured for her to begin. She held up a card facing her and I answered, "4 of clubs."

"That is correct!"

I whispered, "I know he's drugged you. Did you open to him?"

She shook her head no, and pulled the next card. I felt something fill my mouth farther than before and I lost the game. Ron shoved his cock so far that his balls nearly entered my gaping mouth. He shoved as fast and as hard as he could. I coughed any chance he gave me. He rushed to spend into my mouth and nearly drown me. He laughed as I struggled to swallow the large volume of semen. He slid out of the hole and most of the thick stuff slid out of my open lips. He pinched my ass and gave my twat a slap on the way to sit next to Lucy.

She immediately dropped to her knees and cleaned up his cock and balls. She sucked at him vigorously as the drugs filled my brain. I felt pinpricks in my lower abdomen as my body tried to relax into the restraints. I wasn't to get much rest. I was entered quickly by one of the recovered men I blew. He worked inside me, and my traitorous cunt sucked down his come as if it had never done so. I cried as I tried so hard not to respond to the stroking of the unknown cocks. The pain inside me grew as I fought myself. The next man rubbed at my poor exposed clit and stroked even better. I writhed off of the table and bruised my ankles with the effort to be free. I stopped myself before I broke free. He had to think that I couldn't get free. I had to come. I had to be ashamed of it. Okay. I struggled less vigorously and drove my pussy into the unsuspecting cock. It reacted with a quick release. I moaned my pussy's frustration as yet another inferior dick pushed into me. I tried to relax as he stroked forcefully at my cervix. My body trembled as I concentrated on the goal. He gripped my hips and drove into me with his balls slapping at my pussy lips. I shook violently when I finally released. The poor man whimpered as my walls put a strangle hold on his helpless cock. He spent as I was still connected to him. I dropped back to the table and sobbed in the way that I knew Ron wanted me to. When the anonymous man pulled out. The come slid down my legs along with my juices.

"That's my girl. I knew it wouldn't be long until I broke you."

I looked up toward him and caught Lucy's eyes. She seemed afraid for me. I gave her a wink and let out another sob. Ron pulled up my face and kissed my open lips. He opened the gag and I exercised the stiffness out of my neck. He caressed my face and I pulled away.

"You thought that if you didn't come, you could deny that I would have you again. It's time to test that theory."

"Please," I tried to sound convincing. "You'll hurt me."

"I know. That's why I'm doing it after you had that orgasm. You can't say that I didn't give you something good, can you bitch?"

"Please, Ron," I pleaded. Watching me get drilled must have really set him off. His cock pushed out in front of him as he moved to touch my back. My hips were gripped as I was raised slightly and Ron went out of view.

I felt another set of hands caressing my ass cheeks. Ron hummed softly as he rubbed the semen into the skin of my thighs. I then felt him spread my outer lips. He drove past the entrance and fucked into me all the way. The force made me scream. He laughed. I now felt the hands raising me grip me firmer and it felt like a jack hammer in there. Oh the pleasure. No! He spoke those filthy words into my ear and I knew that he was taking it easy on me. He wasn't even winded. I felt something touch my mound from below. With the rapid motion, something was rubbing at my clit. I started to buck away from the over-stimulation. This only made the four pairs of hands on me to grip down harder. The stroking on my clit drove me to arch my back. The pounding made me feel the tightening before I would come. He pounded harder and faster into me as I stopped controlling my cries. I came painfully around his cock. He ignored my orgasm and drove in and out. I came again. My pussy contracted in stronger and stronger waves until I heard Ron grunting and whining. The stabbing bursts of come slapped the back of my hole. I relaxed into the bonds again. I was so tired.

"Oh, that pussy! You're almost like a virgin. I don't know how you do that. I wonder if your ass is just as tight. I'm going after that when I've rested. Take her down and put her in her sisters room."

I woke up in a soft bed covered with a down comforter. I felt my undressed body and knew that I'd been done in my sleep again. That Ron. I remember now the fullness of my belly in the morning when he would put me to sleep in his own special way. Did he ever love me? I opened my eyes and saw Lucy crouched next to me.

Lucy seemed to purr, "Are you sure you want to kill him? He is very good...when he's not hitting you, that is."

I looked into her dull brown eyes and said, "I've had better. I'm afraid I'll have to do it."

Lucy frowned, "Couldn't I just keep him? You could make him forget, or maybe....."

"Oh, no. It won't be a punishment unless he knows what he can never have again. You will have two. Francois's offspring will be well taken care of. Just remember that you do not want to propagate his aberration. You played the innocent well."

"Thank you, hon. Jimmy's coming back to play? I missed him. OH, how I missed his fun."

I felt a tingling in my lower abdomen. "Stop fondling my breasts. I need to concentrate if I'm gonna send for my mate."

She ignored what I said and focused on my nipples. "So, this Dominic, how is he? Is he a good lover?"

I thought of the first time that I had the pleasure of Dominic's company and smiled broadly, "You'll enjoy him greatly. You'll need your strength, he's more of a breeder than Jimmy."

"Who says I want to breed? I already have children. I want a joy ride. Is that what you'll send to me?"

"They'll both please in any way you would like."

The door opened and Lucy's caresses turned into full fledged squeezing. Ron watched me squirm as he looked into my eyes. "Yes, you are very willing. You always were after a good night."

I sat up and dislodged Lucy from my chest.

Ron grinned, "Oh, she likes that a little too much. She's a naughty little bitch, isn't she?"

"She can smell my heat. Can't you?" I forced myself into an outright sexual purr.

Ron frowned, "You know I can. But not as well as she does."

Lucy offered, "When we are done, you will be more in tune with your new self."

Ron laughed, "You speak as though I am the one that will change."

I sighed, "Most males do. They can't seem to get enough. In some occasions, I've

been mounted for days straight."

Lucy seemed surprised, "You've let yourself go, before?"

"Once, with Dominic. I was sure I'd get pregnant then, but I didn't."

Lucy said, "Well, it shouldn't be hard to get you to do it again."

I waved away, "Maybe, maybe not."

I was betting on his inexperience with the wolf culture and what was required to mount a queen for mating purposes. I'd claw him to shreds then force him to change. In his weakened state, it would take him a while to get back to himself.

He fell for it too quickly. I had him driving his cock into me as I licked at the bloody stripes on his face. I'd wanted to drive my nails into his chest and abdomen first, but Lucy must have been this way. He just shoved me down and entered without thinking about his exposed back end. I dug my claws into his back and he flinched away. Wrong answer. He had to think about the goal. I told him so and dug in deeper into his back. His thrusts were tentative at best. He looked into my eyes and went to kiss me. I hissed and clawed him some more. He threw himself off of me and responded with a heated growl. Good. It was working. A voice inside me said I had him on the run.

***

- -You gets no love...From me. You gets no love, you gets no love....- -

Ryan dragged Dominic along behind him as he knocked at the door to the apartment. There was no response. They slowly entered to find Le Rousseau gracefully lounged in a chair with some headphones on.

"Just because I let you get some, that don't mean you no one. We ain't even in love. You know that your playin'," Rousseau softly whispered as he nodded his head subtly to the beat.

Ryan quietly said to his son as he entered the room, "He's been like that ever since we got here. He doesn't seem to want to go get her just yet."

Dominic sighed and tapped Sebastian on the shoulder. He caught Dom's long delicate fingers before the third tap. His eyes slowly opened to show his shining green gold eyes.

"She's not satisfied yet. I'm waiting until she's ready to kill him. Or, maybe, she'll let me do it. One would prefer to be there when the rat pleads for his life, but she's so...." A far away look precluded the end of his sentence. Ryan caught Le Rousseau back into the present conversation, "Your Lordship, shouldn't we at least give her our support."

"She has mine. Why do you think I'm listening to this," Rousseau frowned up at the two, "unusually hypnotic song. She's been singing it over and over in her head ever since she heard it last night. Perhaps as a bit of self denial. She's been ridden several times. Roping in the ignorant fool has been easier than expected. I suspect that she will be

with us again, soon."

***

I stood up and let the sperm slide down my thigh deliberately. Ron looked up at me with the frustration of the endless attempts to keep me prone. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He followed slowly as I routinely sprayed my body down with the wand. He lifted a strand of my soaking hair and said, "How many more times will you do this?"

"I told you. When I open to you, it won't come out. You can't beat me to get me to open."

He ran an admiring hand over my breast and joined me fully in the shower. "All the more fun for me. There's a full moon coming up. You'll probably open up soon. With all the come you've gotten, I'm not sure why I need the guards," he laughed.

I tried not to think about slitting his throat. Once I got him alone, I'd finish him. I'd come very close to taking his life that first night. They'd been very loyal to their king when they realized that he was being bled like a pig. I'd rolled in his blood and writhed in ecstasy as I was mounted by one of his men instead. The poor guy pulled out and let his semen spill on the ground to appease his yelling master. He cowered away as I was given the beating I knew I was in for. I'd been nothing but docile since then. I was rewarded with visits from my sister and warm ups from a guard's tongue for my cooperation. I hoped he would relax. He never did. I sensed that I needed a real release and I was only allowed Ron's inadequate assistance. I'd begun this uncontrolled tremble whenever he approached me. The orgasms were few and far between, and the forced intimacy slowly drove me mad. I decided, for my own good, that he'd get no more of me. That night, he approached me with his usual lewd comment and a smack to my ass. I immediately dropped into position, but with a plan. I forced myself to change. He jumped away as the hair formed where his hands had been moments earlier. I remember his womanly scream as I arched my back and focused on him. I was growing before him to a larger red wolf as

he scurried to hide. Silly man. I banked on his fear of changing and focused my energy on him. The guards saw his utter horror and lost all respect for him. I'd sensed that many of them were pack born. Changing was like breathing for them. It was more an insult than anything.

"My Queen," Naron, one of Ron's personal guard, broke the directed silence, "we had no idea. We will correct the situation. Do you require more of us to stop the pain?"

I cocked my head at him and willed, `No need. Leave me to my kill.'

Ron hissed, "Stop her. She'll kill me."

"How can we stop what is in the nature of the beast to do? If it be her will, you will be sacrificed for the good of the pack." The stolid way that Naron spoke made it clear that Ron had no choice in the matter. "The Queen is in heat. All inferior males must step aside or be destroyed," Naron raised his voice for the males outside to hear.

`Don't kill him,' someone softly warned me. `What will I do for a mate?'

`Don't worry. You don't need this scum.'

"Now Ellen," he softly tried, "we can work something out. I can get you a ticket overseas. You can find a prime wolf out there. You could be in London within four hours..."

`It doesn't matter. My heat is now. I will take your blood.'

I knew he heard me when he paled and moved himself to the wall.

`You can change, human. Do so, or you die.'

He whimpered, "I...don't know how."

`You have proven your stupidity. The question is whether or not you can learn quickly enough to live.'

I herded him away from the protection of the curtain and he fell down. My teeth gave him the incentive he needed to try. He dropped to the floor and whimpered pitifully as I backed him toward the wall again.

`You are not my king. You will not help me.'

"I don't know how. Please, Ellen. Don't kill me, baby. I'm sorry, girl," he softly said to me as I watched the urine trickle down his leg.

As soon as the scent caught me, I felt pity. I wanted to stop this hunger, but it hurt. I turned slightly away from him when I felt something bite into my rear. I dropped down and cried out as something coursed through my body.

End... To be continued.



Dominic Ch. 20



"So you are Dominic, huh?"

Dom stepped toward the shorter thicker version of Ellen and bowed. "My queen."

She lay across the chair as if she had more than just the filmy robe on. "She said you were a big boy. I thought my James was tall, but you are most appealing."

"Is she well?" 

"She sleeps," Lucy dismissed the question and leaned to an upright position.

Her skin was the color milk chocolate with deep black large nipples pressing out toward him. Dom sat down at her feet and looked up at her coy face.

James moved Dominic to the side and pulled off his shirt. Lucy's hand went to his nipple and she caressed his stomach. He bent down and presented his neck to her. She moved his head and kissed his lips. He let out a sigh and kissed her back.

"I accept you."

"Oh, Lucy. I love you," he murmured as he sat down with her.

"As much as you do Ellen?"

"More, mon cheri."

"Then why have you not presented my new mate?"

"My queen, Lucy. May I present Dominic Severus, my master and mate."

Dominic looked up at her and nodded.

"Your mate?"

"He will be yours if you wish, my queen."

"Present yourself, dog," she spread her arms to him.

Dominic took off his shirt and kneeled close to her. Her smell was different to the sweet intoxication that was Ellen. She felt his chest and ran a hand over his silky black hair. Her movements pulled him in and he presented his neck without thinking of the danger. Her lips were firm and moist as she sucked the salt from his skin for a short instant. Her breath on his skin made him shiver.

"You are a prime male," she whispered seductively in his ear. "James has two daughters. You must promise not to taint the line. I will mate you. I promise you no offspring. I may not be satisfied."

Dom moved away slightly and smiled, "You know that I can satisfy. You just do this to keep up appearances. My bitch doesn't care whether I mount anyone but him. He knows full well that I am very capable."

She grabbed irreverently at his crotch and he obliged with a pull of his zipper. He let his cock slide out and greet her thigh. She felt him and he closed his eyes at how she coaxed his member to firmness.

"We are eager to please, are we not?"

"Whatever you want," was his response to her gentle tugging.

He kissed her forcefully and didn't bother to take off his pants before he entered her. Just as he'd suspected, she was ready and experienced in the movements to make him come. He let his first orgasm wet her appetite then worked to satisfy her. 

This bitch was more forceful in her directions. "More!"

He drove deep into her gradually as she bucked under him. She moaned in a pleasant counterpoint to his grunts. He felt her loosen her grip on him as he slid out. She had a practiced box instead of Ellen's natural grip. This gave him room to think about how hard he wanted to press and how much of him she would enjoy. James suckled at one of her breasts as she ran her fingers through his hair. Her eyes closed and she purred sweetly in his ear. Dom slowed the pace and allowed her to calm down enough for the big try. 

His knot would be forming and he wanted to be sure of the surprise. He could feel her deciding to beg when he pulled nearly completely out. She was his slave before she knew what she would endure. Dominic took great pride in the fact that this woman would be his as much as James was now. 

She gripped his forearms in an attempt to move him closer. He let out a grunt and James knew exactly what to do. The light tongue across the top of his rod excited him even more and he felt Lucy enjoy James as well. The man held up her ass as he licked and sucked at the joining of the two. When Dominic felt her contracting, he lunged fully in, pinning James between them. Dom shoved James aside and let his knob form deep inside her. She squealed and tried to back away, but there was nowhere for her to move. When she realized she'd be stuck, her lips curled into a smile.

"So that's why you came highly recommended."

"Who's pussy is this?" Dom shoved in just as deep again. 

"Yours, my king. Oh, definitely yours," she growled as she curved to grab his ass with both hands.

* James wasn't quite sure why he had been told to present himself to the prime mother. The old crone hadn't asked for him. He was told to go alone, which was a most unusual request. It was known to the pack that he was a pair, now. Without Dominic, he didn't know how to act. Recently he'd become accustomed to referring to his mate most of the decisions. Le Rousseau made it most clear that the woman would sense this weakness.

"What a pleasant surprise," a very tired voice spoke through the low stale light in the darkened study.

"My lady? I come only as a courtesy. I noted the time of year and assumed her ladyship would be sending for me just about now." He looked around the room. It looked the same way it had when he'd first been in the room, some twenty years previous.

"Shut your trap, boy. I felt it, you know. You can't hide it from me," an ancient hand appeared from behind the layers of billowing dark fabric of the dress which shrouded the old woman and her cushioned chair.

"My lady?"

"You finally show your true colors. Well, I got a few pups out of you, anyway. So tell me about the trip. The boy's been keeping things from me. The meddler. What has happened? The big rat. He's been in the area. Who was taken?"

"No one, my lady. Not one soul. I had thought that possibly..."

"You're hiding something. Spill it."

James looked down at the floor.

"The pup. What of the pup?"

James tried to evade the question, "We have no pups in the..."

The annoyance in her voice made James curve even lower into submission than usual, "The bitch. The new bitch that does not choose to pay her respects. What of her?"

James paused for a moment then said, "The queen..."

"The bitch, boy. She's not queen, yet."

James shuddered, "The...the bitch is recovering from a minor skirmish with...with..."

"The rats, right? I told him, he should have just taken her. Where's Rousseau," the woman's voice seemed uncertain under the gruff tiredness.

Rousseau's smooth low voice came from a corner of the room, "Did you think I'd be separated from you, madam?" 

James let out a little squeak as his master's eye's caught what small amount of light that was allowed in.

The elder's voice filled out slightly as she worried, "Have you seen her? Is she tainted?"

"I have seen her. She is weak or I would have moved her. She survives. She made quite the run after a straggler before I could reign her in. Imagine that." James could have sworn he heard a wide smile on Rousseau's lips.

"And you hid this from me? It proves what I thought. You chose well," the amorphous body behind the fabric settled deeper into her chair. "I was beginning to think you'd go another cycle. Good. Mate her quick, before the rats realize what we have."

*

"My queen?" A voice nagged at me to wake up. I felt like I'd been hit by a thousand volts of electricity. "We apologize for the interruption of your sleep. What are we to do with the dog?"

I raised up and looked down. There was a red-brown small dog laying on the floor. It cowered to the farthest corner.

"We found him here when we came to check on you. We've tried to communicate with him, but he hasn't responded."

I peered down at the dog's face and said, "What the fuck? Ron?"

The cur wagged his tail slightly in acknowledgement of his name, but I didn't get anything from him. I concentrated and thought, 'Come here and put a paw on the bed if you understand.'

The dog looked at me then strolled over submissively. The paw tapped the bed lightly and he curled into a ball where he stood. I wasn't sure if I was still dreaming. When I woke up again, Naron had some tea and an assortment of rolls for me to eat. Ron was still there waiting. I wasn't sure what had happened to him. The last thing I remembered was getting ready to gut the man. Naron informed me, "Your friends have arrived. Our principle queen requests an audience with you."

"My sister is always welcome in her own home. And so are the boys. I'll be strong enough to go soon?"

Naron tensed, but normally said, "You will be strong enough in a few days."

"Good." I tried to ignore the obvious secret. "Could you get my dog some food and water? He's used to eating three times a day. Have I been out for long?"

"No, my lady. Just for a few days. Should I get you some clothes for your visitors as well?"

"No, I'll just stay in bed, thanks."

Dominic and James cautiously walked in and looked at her face.

Ryan bent down and took my hand. "What happened to you? You look totally drained. Not that that would stop me from wanting you...."

"Tell it to your bitch, Ryan," I joked back at him. "Where's Rousseau?"

Ryan looked wistfully down at Ron and sighed, "He didn't come with us. He's gone back home. He left a few days ago."

I suddenly couldn't breathe. I thought for sure he'd be there when I woke up. We'd all been a group for so long. I looked over at Ron and said, "Bastard." 'This is all your fault.'

Dominic tried to make me be optimistic, "I'm sure he'll return. He did seem to be in a hurry."

"I'm going to sleep now. Don't worry about it. Dominic, I'm sure Jimmy's introduced you to Lucy, so don't bother. I can smell it on you like bad cologne. I'm too tired to do the dance, so..." I waved my hand at them to go, and Naron raised his arm to guide them out.

Life at Lucy's pack was very calm. I barely heard a word from my friends as I recuperated. Ron was learning very well how to be the good dog. He seemed to be quite happy at times. I even taught him how to walk on a leash. I had just returned from a walk when I heard Lucy talking about someone she sent for to make things balanced for me. That was my cue to go. There can't be two prime bitches in the same pack. It would be ugly once they both went into heat. I talked to Naron and got a car off of him. He said he couldn't guarantee it's reliability. It didn't matter. It just had to get me to the airport. 

My reservation was confirmed for Australia, and I figured they wouldn't go looking for a bitch there. He offered to mount me, so that I wouldn't get too restless on the plane. I declined, but gave him a quick thrill with my hands for the offer. I knew he'd never be in Lucy's arms again. It was a shame. He was nearly as prime as James. 

The minute I stepped off of the plane, I felt like I was in California. I'd never been to California, but it felt like what I thought California would be. The sun was warm on my face and I took off my heavy coat to stop from spontaneously combusting and ran into a little old lady who was struggling with her things. I offered to help her to a cab, but she looked at me funny and stomped away. I didn't look funny. I had a t-shirt and a pair of jeans on.

I felt a hand on my arm and a rough looking man with a badge said, "Come with me, Miss."

I was led through what seemed to be a series of offices to a well lit room with a table and some chairs in it.

He set me down in the farthest chair from the door and asked, "So, how much did you lift?"

I muttered under my breath, "Oh, I'm still black here. I get it."

"How much?"

I looked him in the eye, "I didn't lift anything. You can check me if you like."

"Saucy, are we? I'll have someone do that, if you want. Later. You didn't get off the plane with any bags. That's odd."

"I didn't have anything back home I wanted to keep."

"Like to travel light? How do you think you'll get a place to sleep? You probably don't have a dime on you. "

I crossed my legs and leaned toward him with my arms crossed over my breasts. He'd been staring.

"So," I decided to get pissed. "You want me to go straight to my embassy? No, you can't possibly think ..."

"Shut it," he snapped. "You're a young woman traveling alone. I'm trying to decide if you're a runaway or not. Are you?"

I started to laugh in spite of myself, "How can a black girl afford a trip to Australia?"

"We've had all kinds, here."

I leaned onto the table and let my head drop and snapped it right back up. The trip hadn't been a good one for me. My skin felt like it was crawling, so I couldn't get much sleep on the plane.

"Tired?"

"Yes, very," I smiled up at him. His response was a sigh.

"You got enough money for a hotel?"

I figured, I wasn't really in much trouble, because he was giving me this sexy kind of a vibe. "Yes."

"Let me see your book, again."

I handed over my passport. "Miss. No, Ms. Franklin. I can only say that you are a very young looking woman."

"Well, it has it's disadvantages," I smiled as I waved around me.

"Let me try this over. I'm Breck Sworen. Welcome to Australia."

I shook his offered hand cautiously.

"I'll just get you outta here. Will you be staying in Sidney long?"

"Yeah," I said, "no. I haven't decided."

"This is crazy. Can I at least make sure you've got a room to sleep off the jet lag?"

"No, just let me go, and I'll be fine," I said before I felt a sharp jab to my arm. At first I thought it was a bug bite, but I saw him smile. Then I felt a bit sick. I clutched my stomach and fell. I didn't feel the hit where the floor should have been.

***

I opened my eyes in a strange room.

"Oh, she's awake, is she? A right looker, yeah?"

"I wasn't sure whether she'd be alright."

"I'm fine," I mustered a groan.

A hand dropped me down, and I looked up at the customs agent that gave me a hard time. I jumped away from him and worked to stand.

"You should stay put. You probably shouldn't have been on that plane."

"I just need some red meat. I've been anemic lately. Where am I?"

"She sounds funny, Breck."

"Shut it, Mike. Just let her get some air."

I felt a hand come to my face and I grabbed at it.

"She's so dark. Is she like that all over?"

"Mike, go set up a bath. And turn down the light. I'm sure she'll answer any question you'd like after she's rested," a voice too close for comfort boomed to my right. "I apologize. They don't see many women here and, he's the idiotic sort. I've darkened the room so you can sleep off the lag. You weren't supposed to wake for a good ten hours."

"You drugged me," I queried with my eyes closed.

"No, it happens to some of you when you get here. All that light when it should be the middle of the night can be confusing to your body."

I felt a pair of hands rubbing my left arm.

"You're cold. I'll get you a blanket."

"No," I snapped as I raised to lean on him. "How long have I been here?"

"A day. You didn't have an itinerary or anything like that, so I just let you sleep. I'm sorry I just brought you here without asking, but you were stone asleep."

I struggled to get my eyes open to see that customs guy that blew me a bunch of shit. He didn't seem as severe without the uniform. His naturally large chest rose and fell under the tank shirt he was wearing as he allowed me to hold his hand. He seemed embarrassed to be scrutinized so I looked around the room.

"Nice room. I especially like the little duckies on the wallpaper."

He laughed, "You can see those? You've better eyes than me."

"Feel free to sleep some more if you like. My brother's a bit stupid at times so don't mind the first few sentences out of him."

I lay back into the pillow and tried to figure out why I wasn't taken to a hospital. He didn't know me from Adam. Worse yet, I didn't know him. I heard the door open and pretended to sleep.

"What is that in your sister's old bed?" A soft female voice rang out.

"Ssshh. You'll wake 'er."

"'Er? There's a girl in there?"

"Look, hun. It's not like she's a native. She'll sleep it off then I'll set her loose."

"I don't want you looking after her. You've done it before. You keep crawling back to me."

"That's because I love you, babe. Besides, she's pretty dark. I like mine fair and firm."

A giggle nearly made me jump. I heard the distinct sound of lips on flesh. Well, atleast someone was getting a little something. When they'd retired to another room, I opened the window and made the jump down to the ground quickly. I stood up and looked for the nearest way back, but I didn't know where I'd come from. There were two roads. Both were as desolate as a country road. Where had he taken me?

"Hey, there! Breck, man! She's on the road!" I heard come from the window above my head.

I heard the girl's frustration as they fumbled to get to the door. I had nowhere to go. A thin man with shortly cropped blonde hair stepped out first.

"Okay, you're alright here. You should rest. Now, you've woken up the town. Let's get you back to bed, yes?"

"No," I murmured. "I want to go to a hotel. A big one with lots of Americans in it."

Breck shoved Mike aside and grumbled, "Don't give me trouble. I'll take you in the morning." His fly was still open and the girl behind him tried to keep her dress straight.

"Please, I don't want to be here," I said as he moved closer.

"Now I'm not going to hurt you, but you'll have to..."

I planted my foot in his chin and watched the others move away. I sat down on his chest with a thump and looked him in the eyes. He smirked up at me and said, "That one's free. You'll have to pay me to fall like that again."

I was in heat. There were no males to soothe me. I contemplated the idea of biting down on one of those throbbing arteries. The next thing I knew, he was on top of me. Our eyes were locked together for a moment until Mike grabbed my wrists.

"I promise you, you'll leave for Melbourne tomorrow," I heard as I was carried back to that bed and given a shot.

"Wake up there, cherub."

I sat up and curled my legs under. 

"You sure are a handful, aren't you. Here are some eggs. I don't have but chicken, so I've sent Mike to get you some liver or steak for that anemia."

"Why am I not in a hospital, right now?"

"The same reason you're here with no luggage. It doesn't take a great mind to figure out that you're running. Whoever it is has a long reach if you run to Australia. If you get better soon, I'll drop you outside the airport and you can get on a plane. By the look of your feet, you'll be staying for a while."

I'd totally forgotten I was supposed to bring some ointment for my toes. They must have been cracked and bleeding by now. I looked down and they seemed fine. Just a bit shiny.

"I scrubbed em down and put a bit of bag balm on em while you were out. Are we down with the games? I'd just like to know, cause you've a pretty good kick," he laughed.

Even now, I wanted to rip out this poor man's throat. I think he sensed it, because he left for work with me cuffed to the bed post.

****

"Mmm," Lucy smiled as she uncurled from her rest between her two mates. She suddenly felt naked. It truly was an odd feeling for her. She'd been quite comfortable with her body for a long time. She ran a nervous hand over her breasts and sat upright.

"Where is she?" A voice was too close for comfort.

The fear was close as she turned to see a familiar face. She grabbed up a sheet and bowed low to Le Rousseau as she said, "OH, it's only you, sir. I didn't hear you come in."

"You didn't answer my question, bitch," he calmly rumbled.

"We told her what you wanted us to. She left a few days later."

"Yes, I know. You can feel her, can't you. That is your only redeeming quality."

Lucy dropped the sheet and stood her tallest as she sniped, "My only redeeming quality?"

"You couldn't handle half of what I have to offer, my dear. That's why I rejected you the first time."

Lucy bristled at the insult and looked to Dominic for aid. His soft snores gave her no satisfaction.

"They sleep because of me. No one will protect you if you answer me wrong," he yawned as he moved closer to her and held her jaw in his hand. "A continent, if you would."




Dominic Ch. 20



***

The drugs gave me such a delightful dream. I was running far out into the darkness with my full stride and the wind just cool enough to soothe my burning lungs. I was just about to reach some semblance of safety when I was shaken. Safety. Safety from what?

"Let's get you presentable." Breck dragged me off of the bed and to the bath. He dropped me in gently and made sure I didn't drown when I tried to move myself. "I'll let it wear off and we'll have a little fun with Michael, right?"

How long had I been with these people? I couldn't remember. Breck kissed me as though I shouldn't mind and Mike licked at my wet body after I was tossed unceremoniously back to the newly made bed. Breck moved for the door then turned back to look at me.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

He raised my arm and cuffed me back in place. This time, I was on my side. This time. 

I remembered being on my stomach earlier, and the smell of an unfamiliar man nearby. My nipples stiffened as the water evaporated from my skin. Mike rubbed gently all over my body as he renewed the moisture with his mouth. I knew I shouldn't be this conscious of what he was doing. I was building a resistance to whatever they'd given me. 

My legs moved like pudding as I tried to force him away. He just hiked up my leg and shoved two fingers into me. He smelled my skin and took tiny nibbles along my breasts as he thrust in and out with no thought of how it felt to me. I was still wet from the bath, so he didn't bother to wait until I was ready. He hiked my leg up higher and I felt air on the inside of my vagina as he held me open to look inside. He shoved my lower leg out of the way and replaced his fingers with his dick. Oddly, my pussy didn't respond. 

It surprised me. She'd always gulped greedily at such an invasion. He rode me shallowly and quickly with one leg over his shoulder. He pinched at my nipples in turn and my little twat started to wake up. He grunted into my ear as he moved deeper but not deep enough. He pumped wildly as I lay there knowing he wouldn't be satisfying. When he came inside me, I felt the splashes on my cervix and it sent a minor tremor through me. He puffed tiredly and dropped my leg down as he slid out. He didn't even bother to clean me up. He just left me lying there. 

Then, that unfamiliar smell returned. I turned slightly and there was a man in the corner of the room. He'd obviously been there the whole time, because he wiped his cock head with a tissue. He looked at me curiously and pulled my legs apart. I couldn't respond with rage, because my pussy had just been awakened. It needed more than what it got. This silent figure looked me in the eye and pulled me fully to my back. My knees were pulled up to his shoulders and I was bent nearly double. I'm flexible like that, so I didn't squeal. He penetrated me and closed his eyes. 

This wasn't about me. This was about his hard cock roaming through my insides. He moaned desperately as he used me as quickly as he could. He gasped into my face as my cunt took control and showed him who was boss. His trembling body told me he would be done soon. He grunted and let his semen pulse into me. He didn't caress me or thank me. He got up and wiped his cock on a sheet. I watched him start to leave the room. He narrowed his eyes, but didn't say anything as he backed out. 

I couldn't think straight. I had to have been here for a long time. At least a month had to have passed, because I could feel this edge pulling at the back of my brain. It was time to get satisfaction or go crazy. 

End....to be Continued



Dominic Ch. 21



"Excuse me, sir," Breck called after the man. The buzzers went off and the stranger didn't even flinch in his stride toward the terminal.

"Hey, sir! Halt!" Breck pointed his gun at the man's center. "Custom's agent!"

Arthur, the little food sniffer didn't alert. As a matter of fact, he wagged his tail and sniffed at the former private passenger as the man finally paused. The man turned and looked apathetically at Breck.

Breck spoke with as much authority as he could, "Sir, do you have difficulty hearing?"

At first, the man didn't respond. He just pulled in a deep breath. They looked each other in the eye for a moment then the man became visibly tense. "You have something that belongs to me."

"Say again?"

"Don't tell me, you think I don't know you have her," Rousseau bore into Breck. "I can smell her on you."

Breck backed away from the man's solid green eyed stare. He turned to his partner, "Slater, put this man in a cage. He needs to be tested and searched. Obviously crazy, this one."

Rousseau pointed at Breck, which drew unwanted attention, "You have my mate, and I don't plan on playing in your jail."

"Slater, do as I say."

"You know who I'm talking about. Give her back to me."

"Alright, bloke. You go with Slater. I'll be in to give you the once or twice."

***

Nakamura Toshi had spent years infiltrating the sex rings in Kyoto. He'd become so good, he'd been loaned out to other countries. His soft spoken charm and fluency in several languages made it easy. None would ever suspect the asian man with a wad of easy flowing money. By looking at him, one would presume that he was a wealthy businessman on the prowl for some new thrill. That is how he liked it.

When an anonymous wealthy patron offered to pay for the whereabouts of a wayward child, his agency generally could find them within a few days. He'd never been sent for in this type of situation.

He made himself inconspicuous as he watched the potential client from a subordinate position. The man carried himself boldly and spoke with broad angry gestures. His assistant Kim acted as the agent in most of these games and requested that he remove his sunglasses. He refused, as predicted and sat in the offered chair.

"So, you say you were not allowed into the country because a customs agent stole your girlfriend?"

"Precisely. I would like to send a man in to find her. She's very important to me."

The man pulled out a picture from his pocket and presented it to Kim with hesitation.

"I know this isn't your usual thing, but it is. I believe she's being held for sex."

Kim glanced at the photo then handed it back.

"I'll need a good copy of that." In Japanese, she said to Nakamura, "She is a dark woman."

Nakamura reached for the photograph. "Mr. Rousseau," he said, in English, breaking the charade. "I do not usually see African women around here. There are Malay and some Samoan with dark features, but I haven't seen a demand for such a woman."

Rousseau responded, "She is very uncommon in every way. She managed to hide her position long enough to get to Australia. She is there, and this man knows where she is."

He tossed down a Polaroid of a blond man with a square face and sat back. In perfect Japanese Rousseau sighed, "She would never stay away from me so long. We are one. I need her back."

"If I were to find her, she wouldn't be the same. Most women can be volatile and afraid or aggressive when they return. Would you still need her then?"

Rousseau pulled off his sunglasses and stared at the detective with his gold speckled green eyes.

"I would have her if she killed me, because she was made for me." 

***

The club was just winding down at 1:30 am. The line was gone, but the loyal customers were peaking in to see who was in that night. But then this underdressed piece of white bread came strolling up.

"Hold up, Homey," the wide chested bouncer growled. "This place is for playas, so you best be rollin'."

The man scratched his stubbled face, "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, boy wonder. Why don't you just head on to some other joint."

"Just cus I'm white you gone play me, right? I got the dough to be up in this bitch, so let me in."

"Oh no, you didn't just come steppin' to me like..."

The bouncer straightened and gave a nod as the man raised his face, "Hey, Rousseau. I didn't realize it was you. You sure have changed your wardrobe. I couldn't see who it was in those sweats. And your words, man. Where have you been to make you sound..."

"Shut it, Benny. My ass is pretty chafed as it is. Here's how it's going to be. I want that bitch, Lucy in my office. I want Sheila in my office. I want Jimmy in my office. We'll have a dinner meeting about what happened. We don't turn away a paying customer. Especially not an obviously rich one," Rousseau sighed as he held up his left hand with an array of diamond rings on each finger.

"Yes, sir."

Rousseau strolled through the main room with his hood pulled over his head so that the other bouncers didn't know him. He was stopped at VIP and pulled aside, before a scene could be made. Good. He didn't hear anything blatantly negative. He pulled off his jacket and let his red hair flow over his shoulders. He'd always thought that it would be easy to blend in. There weren't many like him anymore.

The old dogs were opting for death instead of perpetual identity change. To watch your love grow old and die was hard, but the alternative was lunacy. Accident and murder claimed the most elders, but loneliness generally took a lot. He opened the hidden door and slid into his seat. He hadn't been to the compound in a long time. He should probably check in. Then he got the call.

- -Mr. Rousseau. I have found a woman matching that description, - - Nakamura Toshi's voice was barely audible over the music. - -It took some money...- -

"Where is she?"

- -If it is her, she's very ill. She needs medical attention and some time to return to normal...- -

"I want to see her."

- -I'll let you know where she is when she can tell me she wants to return to you.- -

The phone went dead.

***

I was positioned off of the bed on my knees that day. Breck and Mike hadn't felt the need to speak to me in days. I guess, they thought the new drugs made me unaware. My body was weak and filthy. I couldn't hold it until the time they'd clean me. I was sponged off quickly and dried with a rough towel. I looked down at my sagging stomach and sighed. I'd never gained weight before. I didn't realize how they'd fed me when I was drugged. I didn't get the usual injection when I looked Mike in the eye. He seemed sad. I was repositioned over the same rancid sperm covered bed, and I was forced to stand and see what had been done to me. A feeling of dread followed. My legs were so tired. The two nodded over my head and drew me down to a bowed stance over the bed. When I tried to see the person in the doorway, I was chained in that position without the sight of the man. I looked down between my legs and saw a pair of neatly pressed pants. The pants were joined by Mike and Breck's trousers and a quiet discussion was occurring as I slowly slid closer to the disgusting sheet below my dangling breasts. Breck rested a hand on my ass and I dropped.

"She used to be a right stunner. She's a bit flubbo, but I don't think she'll stay that way. You get her on the treadmill and she'll trim just fine."

"And, the hair?" The soft low voice made me shiver.

They were done with me and I was finally going to be sold off as a whore. I was a whore, wasn't I? My body was good for nothing more than a man's enjoyment. Even my pussy had become silent on the need to be satisfied. Was I satisfied? I worked to get back to my hunched stand. Even if I was just a whore, I wasn't gonna let this man see me as weak.

"We don't know what to do about it. I'm sure you can cut it all off and start over, if you want."

"Unnecessary. I will take delivery to my friend's home. He will clean and prepare her."

"I'll have to warn you," Breck pulled the man aside. "She's a fighter. You take her at your own risk."

"I will see that myself, now. Have the chemicals been removed? Perhaps, that is why she has become an undesirable experience for you."

"She's a lousy fuck, because of the drugs? Oh yes, she is. Before we knocked her completely out, she'd squeeze your cock like a vise. She might still be lousy, though. I can't guarantee anything."

My arms, shoulders, and thighs were massaged slowly in turn. The man placed his fingers on the small of my back and said, "She's tired. You've had her on her back for too long." He inserted a finger into my pussy and it slid in without opposition. "When was she last pleasured?"

"She pleasures you, not the other way round," Mikey piped in.

"So," the man inserted another finger and stroked the opening gently. "Her tension has not been relieved?"

"She stinks, now. I won't go down on her if you paid me."

"Cunnilingus isn't needed."

As they discussed my lackluster appearance and sexuality, the strange man caressed my body and massaged my breasts without much objection from my two owners. I drifted into a detached interest in where the hand would touch next. Breck slapped my ass and was reprimanded by this new man sharply.

"She is responding to me, isn't she? You've caused enough trouble. I release her, and you get your money. If she does not orgasm, I will pay you double."

I laughed inside at the confidence this man had in himself. I was warming to his touch, but I wasn't too optimistic about anything. His feathery touch just pulled at my senses without overtly exciting me.

"How old is she?"

"I'd say close to thirty. Is that too old? She looks younger when she's cleaned up."

"I prefer a mature woman to a young girl," his controlled soft voice soothed. "Would you mind moving away from her? I want to start, now."

"You want lube? She'd be pretty dry."

"No, thank you."

I felt something cold and wet flow over my slit. He dropped the small dispenser onto the bed next to my right hand. He slid into me quickly and I gasped at the sudden fullness. His response to my noise was a more firm rub of my thighs. He lightly gripped me and moved with slow deliberate thrusts deep inside me. I thought he would slam into me like most of the men did. He relentlessly pulled all the way out then all of the way in without a sound. I noticed my body was tensing. I couldn't detach myself from the methodical impalement of my body. I stifled a moan. What was this man doing? He rewarded me with a light stroke of my clit. He pulled me in and held me so that I couldn't help him get off. He forced me away, if I tried to meet his thrusts. 

"It's okay. This is for you. I'm not nearly done with you."

He gave my clit another rub and my head dropped to the bed. Uh. The smelly sperm stiffened sheet didn't distract me from the sweat rolling down my breasts. I tried to fight it. It wouldn't stop. The tap, tap, tapping made my abdomen feel funny. Then, he gripped me firmly and pulled me into him. I screamed. It wasn't painful, was it? He stood there with me around him for a moment. I tried to look at him. All I saw were a set of arms and a pair of legs.

"Why are you fighting me?"

He thrust slowly and I cried out again. He fucked into me ever so slowly. He continued in this pace until my legs buckled. He gripped me by my waist and moved more forcefully. I moaned and squirmed under him. I couldn't remember how stirred up I could be. I gripped the mattress and was allowed to thrust back.

"That's better. Give me your pace."

I rode him quickly until I started to come. It took me by surprise because it had been so, so long. I didn't care about the stinky sheets when I rubbed my face into the mattress. He continued to drive into my sucking pussy until I caught myself screaming my joy. He then pulled out abruptly. I listened to him rub at his cock and release into his hand. I watched through my thighs as he removed a condom and tied it shut. He resettled his penis inside his pants and gave my shaking leg a pat.

"She's a good partner, if she's willing to learn," his voice seemed slightly breathy, but not stressed in the least. "Make sure she's cleaned before the trip."

*

The woman had been slightly thinner in the picture, but he'd felt her strength through the brief time that they'd been in each others presence. He slid into the driver's seat and made the call to set her up at one of his safe places. She might be able to live a normal life, if she was willing to return.

End ...to be continued.  



Dominic Ch. 22



I tried a few half- hearted escapes, for my mind's sake, but I knew I'd at least get a new location. Breck took it with little emotion. I was a bit itchy from the skin drying soap he'd used to scrub me clean. I was boarded into a small plane with no windows and plenty of unfriendly women. The whole thing was carpeted and there were couches bolted to the floor. Two Asian men took possession of me and set me down on the nearest couch. 

Breck smiled and said, "What? No gratuity?"

The two men looked at each other and then back at him. The women moved close to me and gave a half-smile as I was given a jacket and a blanket to cover my baggy t-shirt and shorts. They both ushered him quickly off of the plane and gave a signal for the girls to be seated. The women squeezed in next to me and fastened my belt for me. 

The men spoke with familiarity in a foreign language and ignored everyone else as the plane took off. By the way that they glanced casually at me, I knew the majority of the conversation was of me. I was offered a pillow and rested with my head back for the hours that we were together. 

The women turned out to be nice and of many ethnicities. They were admitted prostitutes in the employ of the master; whoever that was. Their smiles and low giggles were a bit unnerving, but they did their best to make me comfortable. I was managing to have conversations with each woman, though at times I didn't know what I was saying to make them so at ease. 

Toward the end of the flight, the men got up from their side of the plane and gave the girls a short command. They stiffened and looked away from me. I looked up at the two and they seemed surprised that I would make eye contact. The lead one took my hand and turned it to expose my palm. He ran his hand up my arm until I pulled myself from his grasp. He smirked and made a comment to his partner. I felt something was happening, that I didn't understand. They reseated themselves and spoke on a phone. We landed quickly, and I was moved through a series of walled corridors. The man that had taken an interest in my arm gripped my elbow and held me back from the group.

"What is your trick?" He boldly asked.

"Trick?" I wasn't sure what he was saying.

"You spoke so freely with the girls. What did you do to them?"

"I..." I instantly knew the truth, that I didn't know what he was talking about. I just thought they were friendly, sort of. When I looked at him as innocently as I could, he moved me back in with the others.

We were loaded into a van and driven through a big city. There were all sorts of people on the street. I couldn't figure out where we were. I think they did it on purpose. The vehicle finally turned onto a small road and then a smaller drive until we came to a steel gate. The thing hinged open and the van rolled into a tight garage area in front of a small house. It seemed overgrown with trees and prickly bushes. 

I doubted that half of us could fit in the tiny place, but then I turned the corner and saw the rest of the place. It was a home built into the side of a hill with various levels of glass clad spaces. We were herded through the kitchen and down into a padded hallway. Each girl went to her respective room along this corridor until it came to me. 

The two men showed me to a small cubicle with a bed and a low table facing back toward the door. The leader pointed to the door and told me to remember it. I then noticed that all of the doors were subtly different in color. Mine was the ocean blue door with the purple lettering. 'Ocean blue with purple lettering,' I thought to myself. It was definitely a beautiful script but I couldn't read it. I was led to a broad tiled pool. There were several very beautiful women all over the place. I felt immediately odd. A raisin in the rice pudding came to mind. I was allowed to slip into a shower and wash myself for the first time in a few months. I tried not to imagine the feeling of Breck or Mike washing my skin. My skin was so ashy dry that I just let the water flow over me. I felt my nappy hair and washed it out. I tried to finger comb it, but it hadn't been combed for weeks. I was escorted back to my room and I dropped down on the bed to sleep.

*

He'd watched from a distance when she was unloaded from the plane. She crouched low and curved her back to match the height of one of the men. Everything about her screamed submission. Except for the way that she looked at his man. The unflinching gaze was rewarded with a shove toward the van. He slid into his car and rolled in ahead of the lead car. The extra security would make sure that she was protected from the prying eyes of the city. 

Once she was at the compound, she didn't raise up once. She really had spent the entire time on her back. He would have to get her swimming to stretch her constricted back muscles. He walked down to her room and kneeled next to her as she slept. She'd pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. He marveled at her ability to sleep in this constricted way. It possibly had been the only way that she could sleep peacefully. He would allow her to sleep for as long as she needed to, then he would start to acclimatize her back to normal life.

***

Rousseau traced a pattern in the condensed water off of his glass of vodka. The people he'd requested an hour ago, strolled in casually. Dominic was allowed in as he held Lucy's hand. Jimmy followed and held the door for Sheila, the petite blond pacifier that had been screwing the bouncers. They joked and smiled with each other until Rousseau slammed down his glass.

"Sit!" He barked.

They all dropped to a chair with their eyes diverted from his.

"A continent, Lucy," he smoothly ordered.

She closed her eyes and then opened them quickly. "She doesn't know. She was on a plane. She's very tired. She didn't even give me a fight to get into her brain."

"Damn you. I know," he grumbled as he sat back in his chair.

Dominic moved to defend her and was stopped by Rousseau's raised hand.

"You are no longer needed," the red head growled. "I appreciate your concern, but I won't kill her."

A stifling silence continued until Dom was out of the room. James immediately moved to stand next to Lucy, and soothed, "Now, cousin. We don't need to get so..."

"Agitated?" Rousseau looked up with his swirling eyes and smirked. "The investigator that I hired to get her back just stole her for himself. I need that place, and Lucy is going to tell me where she is."

James avoided Rouseau's gaze, "Yes, she'll tell you. I'm sure, since it was blackness in Lucy's mind for so long, that Ellen needs time to regain her gifts. She's been severely stressed. Just think of Ron before you try to force something out of her."

"You should have told me when I came by," Rousseau accused Lucy. The woman had acted as though Ron's being locked into canid form was a normal occurence.

"Thank you, Jimmy," Rousseau softly dismissed him.

James got up and lifted Lucy to stand.

"No, Jimmy, leave her here. I am invoking my privilege."

James looked at Lucy and he released her hand reluctantly.

"Thank you, James. You and Dominic will get the night alone."

Rousseau had been so dismissive that Sheila got up to go.

"Not you. We have some talking to do."

"Uh, me," she pointed to herself in an innocent attempt at levity.

As soon as James closed the sound of the club off with the door, Rousseau smiled, "Do you generally go around wearing so little?" He couldn't help but notice the ample breasts and well toned thighs that were plain to see through the sheer fabric on her crotch and draped across her breasts.

"Well no," she smiled back.

"I hear you have many talents, but you don't choose to use them often. Is that the same with your dress?"

"Only when I need a good fuck." The real Sheila didn't take too long to show up. "But, I only do big, fat, black cock, if you were wanting to know."

Rousseau raised n eyebrow. "I'm sure you'd make an exception for me," he moved her toward him and placed her on his lap. "Wouldn't she, Lucy?"

Lucy licked her lips and responded, "Yes, Master Rousseau."

Sheila looked between the two and smiled, "You can't be serious. I'll do anything, but I have to get my satisfaction from it. I don't get much from girls. And no offense, but you are definitely not gonna be big enough to make me feel anything."

Rousseau smiled at Lucy, "I'd like to see you two, first. It's obvious that you find her appealing."

*** It wasn't my fault. That rat bastard kept touching my breasts as he fit me for the clothes. He deserved to get a mouth full of fist. It's not like I didn't warn him off four or five times. Now, I was sitting in a chair like an errant school girl. This man that was obviously the boss of this operation sat on the edge of his desk looking at me. The slate gray suit with the French tailored shirt made him very in charge and more than dollar worthy. I tried not to soften my gaze as I noticed his intentional frown. His eyes didn't quite match the severity of his mouth. That kind of a thing made me want to laugh. He couldn't hide that he found me amusing.

"I will say this to you once, and only once." Toshi made clear as he studied her face, "Until you have adjusted, I am the only one allowed to speak to you. Your meals are to be eaten with me along with the rest of the women. You will learn to curb your anger, or you may never return to your home. You are not anything like my girls, and will not be treated the same. If you wish, you may choose of my servants. You may not have the same man or woman twice." I recognized the calm voice the instant he started to speak, and it scared me. He acted as though he'd just met me, and that he was happy of the acquaintance. I had no idea how to act. 

"This is a privilege given only to a few, here. When you are better, I will show you the grounds."

Why didn't he treat me with the familiarity that he'd earned in that dark smelly room?

"What do you wish to be called?"

It took me a moment to overcome my anxiety, but I managed, "Ellen."

"Ellen, yes. That is your name. I'm glad you remember it. Do you remember why you are here?"

I looked him in the eyes. I tried with all of my will to read him, but it hurt too much. I pretended to be confused so that I would have a legitimate reason to rub my temple. "Where am I?"

"This is a safe place. Those boys didn't take very good care of you."

I don't know why I thought toward him, 'Why did you do that to me? You could have just bought me without touching me.'

He, of course didn't hear me. "I am surprised you are even awake. You must be exhausted from your trip. I have made it clear that the staff is never to touch you in a sexual manner without your consent. They're used to the rather accepting women that usually come in here," he looked up to the ceiling. "Do you generally whisper?"

"Uh, no. I don't think so," I hadn't realized I was doing it.

"Then why do you choose to do so, just now?"

"I'm not sure. I'm tired."

"Yes, this is probably the most exercise you've gotten in months," he caressed as he offered me his hand.

I stood up on my own power, but nearly lost my balance. He moved in quickly and held me still. His arm wrapped around my back as he pulled me in to his hip with precision. I couldn't help but hold on to him in return. He walked me to my room and slowed my descent to the bed.

"You must answer me truthfully. There is someone looking for you. He paid a lot of money to find you." His soft voice was inches from my ear.

Rousseau. I thought I'd be happy to hear that he'd missed me, but I knew he would have an obligation to find any member of his pack. "Yes, he would."

"Do you think you are ready to return to him?"

"No. I can't," I felt my voice crack.

"He doesn't know what has happened to you, but he has ideas. I can stall him for a short time," he whispered back. "Why do you choose to speak softly when you should be protesting your treatment?"

"I don't have any fight left."

He sat upright and laughed, "Ho would beg to differ."

*** Lucy enjoyed her place under Sheila's light body. She pinched and sucked at her breasts as the girl looked at Rousseau.

"Isn't this enough?" She smirked up at him. "You don't seem to be getting much out of it. Maybe, I should just see what I'm gonna to be working with."

Sheila shoved Lucy aside and put her hands on Rousseau's crotch. She looked up at him and sneered, "I guess I'll settle for this."

"No," he smiled back at her. "You haven't been fully explored, yet."

"Uh," she let pass through her lips as Lucy's hands gripped her thighs. Lucy's expert lips quickly went to work. Sheila purred softly, "Wha...What are you doing?"

"Don't tell me," he leaned down to say. "You've never been pleasured?"

"Uh, mm." She tried to sound less absorbed in what Lucy was doing. "I've had ah... men."

"That's not what I asked. Lucy, she's all yours."

The petite girl let out a squeal when she was rolled back onto her back. The bigger woman had managed to keep her mouth in the same area that she wanted to be in. Sheila grunted as Lucy slurped noisily at the wide hole between her legs. The girl hadn't lied. She'd been with several big cocks, and possibly, other objects as well. Lucy shoved in her hand and concentrated on the girl's tight little bundle of nerves. Sheila became a ball of tense energy as she started to feel the pressure on her clit. She bucked and thrashed as Lucy explored her vagina with her fingers. Still in his chair, Rousseau coaxed his penis inside his pants. He would probably kill her, but there were always more where that came from. She'd signed the release without even thinking about it. He had been a good man, but there's only so long a dog can go without fresh meat. This one would make a wonderful meal. He watched as Lucy continued to shove her hand in and out of the girl. Sheila responded with low satisfied moans as Rousseau watched the effect this was having on his secondary. He finally moved down next to his brown bitch and pressed his fingers to her dripping snatch. He brought the liquid to his nose and inhaled. It wasn't quite right, but it would definitely do, tonight.

***

I woke up, still dressed, in my bed. I hadn't noticed him leave. That calm measured voice had lulled me to sleep. I'd told him too much. He probably thought I was insane. How could I have said anything. I'm a werewolf, I said. You should chain me up, I said. I would never say anything under normal circumstances.

There was a knock on the door as I was trying to figure out how much I actually said. The door opened slowly and he walked in.

"You seem better, this morning. You really do get to talking when you are tired. I'm sure you'd like to retract most of it, so I'll just forget you said anything."

His well kept hair was now loose over his right shoulder. I hadn't noticed it until it drew my attention. It shimmered like satin as he moved to sit down. I knew it was irrational, but I wanted to touch it. Braid it. Perhaps, his hair was as soft as I had imagined. I focused in on his eyes, because I knew I was on the edge of reality. Had I been drugged again? He seemed to catch my thoughts and gave his hair a brush back.

"Your body must have been very used to the mix that you're incapable of sleeping for a normal amount of time. The brothers had no idea of how to hold a woman for trade. Let's hope the time they spend in jail will give them a more constructive way to spend their time." He let out a long sigh. I guess, he noticed my eyelids drooping. "We'll wait until your body learns to wake you. Is that fine for you?"

I tried to not follow a particular strand of hair that seemed to drift just beyond his cheek. He whispered something in a language I couldn't understand. He'd been soothing me. I sat there with my hand twirling that errant strand. My brain couldn't process a word he was trying to say. He stopped speaking and just looked at me with eyes the same as mine. I felt myself smiling as I felt more strands flow into my grasp. I concentrated on the way that the light danced across his eyes as he leaned slightly closer. There was no smile in return. I let go and turned away from him. I thought to myself that I should just go back to sleep. His face had been so cold. I figured, a little surprise would have raised an eyebrow. Then, I felt it. Something moved across my sleep crazed hair. I turned back and he was rolling my hair between his thumb and two other fingers.

"Hmm, softer than I thought."

I wasn't embarrassed. A sister with some sense would never let a man touch her nappy head. He spent a short time with both hands on my head.

"This isn't customary. I wouldn't recommend doing this to anyone else. It could be taken the wrong way." He dropped his hands and left me to wonder at his detachment.

***

Sheila thrashed out her climax as Lucy lapped at the juices that were left on her hand. The girl had come so hard that it had been like a suction pulling the bitches hand and forearm forcefully into contact with the cervix. The girl had moved her around like a rag doll. Lucy shook her arm and looked over at Rousseau. Too bad she was on the menu. His eyes were closed slightly as he crawled slowly toward her.

"It's time, cher," his voice was rough with passion.

She held his gaze as he dragged her close and unzipped his pants. He gripped Lucy's hip and penetrated with not much thought to her comfort. She whimpered. She enjoyed the tightness that he always gave her. She still didn't understand why he never gave her it all. If her sister was supposed to be able to take all of him, what difference should it make? He pushed a little farther in, which was his limit, and worked quickly to his own end. Lucy tried to get him in more, but he held her to the floor and growled. She let him finish and rolled on to her stomach. Sheila had been watching Lucy's frustrating ride.

The small woman snipped, "You call that a fuck?"

He got her to her feet and pulled her into a separate room. This place had hardwood floors that had a thick sealant over them and nothing else. Sheila refused to enter. He smiled down at her and pulled off his shirt and pants.

"I thought for sure a rich guy like you would have a freak room," Sheila grumbled.

"Freak room? I don't need much to satisfy."

"Satisfy? Hell, that chick back there doesn't look too happy."

He reached down and idly stroked at her nipple. "That is because she was just the appetizer."

"Appetizer, huh? You gonna lick my pussy as good as she did?"

He pressed a button and lowered a chain and mesh sling from the ceiling. Sheila tested it before hopping in.

The girl gave a little moan of pleasure, "Now, that's more like it."

He knelt down and sniffed in the scent of her. His mouth started to water. He wouldn't snap her little neck. He'd try it like Dom, just this once. There was no harm in tenderizing the meat was there? He opened his mouth and tasted Lucy's saliva over the girl's clit.

End ...to be continued. 



Dominic Ch. 23



I felt something cold flow over me. I'd kicked off the covers in my sleep. I was so horney. I couldn't help it. That man had awakened my sex drive, and I was determined not to fuck some faceless stranger. I slid a hand across my warm breasts and felt the curve of my belly. I felt hot down below. My mind was still not quite there. I forced two fingers inside myself to quiet the soreness that was forming there. It didn't work. I raised my knees and spread my thighs to allow the slight breeze to tickle my exposed pussy. I was so hot. I massaged my breasts again, until I got the tightness inside. I gently rubbed around my clitoris until I couldn't stand but touch it. It sent a shiver through me as I thought of Sebastian between my legs. His warm tongue went straight to where it needed to be and I started to tremble. His tongue would taste the juices that were easily flowing and then relentlessly suck and nibble at my clit until I came. However, he wasn't here. I was by myself, and I wasn't very good at this. I tried pressing harder and finally got a shallow ineffectual orgasm. I rolled over to my side and started to cry. I was happy to come, but I knew I would need to do it again before I could get to sleep.

*

Naka Toshi heard the murmurs as he walked up toward his rooms. He turned and followed the noise to the monitoring room. Two of his benefactor's men were watching and discussing the various girls. They were especially excited about one of the new girls. 

"Once that one is free to be approached, I'll try her and see," the one closest to the door laughed. "Hey, she's at it again. What is that, the third time?"

"I don't know. I wish we had been watching her earlier. This could be the tenth time, by now," the other one smiled back then saw Toshi.

"There's something about a girl doing it for herself that gets me too interested. I think I'll go down there and..." The man turned and immediately got out of his chair.

"I've told you before, the new ones are to be left alone," he said as he looked at the monitor of interest, "until they are cleared for general use." Ellen stroked forcefully between her legs and rocked her hips. "Except for this one. She won't be put on the list."

They both looked as though they would protest, but they nodded their acquiescence instead.

"This one is going home. We don't want to explain any diseases or pregnancies."

"Understandable, sir," they both spoke in unison.

"If you knew what she did to Ho, you wouldn't even be thinking about her that way."

He quickly dismissed them for their meal and sat down. He shut the door and focused on her round breasts as she let her fingers trace patterns. She let out a gasp and a shudder went through her body. She'd obviously come, but she frowned and rolled away from the camera. She shook at the shoulders and settled into a slow breathing pattern. He waited the rest of the hour for the men to come back. He made sure that he pulled her disk and put in a fresh one. No one would make copies of this one. He put it in a case and shoved it in his pocket.

***

Little Sheila's breath came in happy sighs as he watched her continue the fevered thrusts that she'd started from his tongue. She looked up at him as she swung freely by the chains. He knew she was collecting herself to speak. He didn't want her to. He leaned onto her rocking body and pulled a nipple into his mouth. There was no sweetness to her skin, but that could be fixed. He closed his eyes and suckled at her breast until she put her hands into his hair. He tried to make the girls fingers feel longer. He switched to the other breast and felt around her wide vaginal opening. She let out a moan as he teased her opening with the head of his penis.

"C'mon, fuck me, daddy. Put it to me good and deep. Don't shortchange me, like her. Give me that big dick I saw."

He shuddered. He had wanted his illusion to last a little bit longer. He rose up and pushed into her. She let out a cry and wrapped herself around him. "That's it. Put it to me."

He couldn't think with her talking. He pushed into her with the usual tentative thrusts, until he came. He spewed into her and she snorted in outrage. She shook him and continued her speaking, "What was that? You better not have come."

He moved inside her and renewed his pressure to get all the way in. With the slickness of his sperm, he slipped nearly all of the way. She started to moan and thrash underneath him.

"Ooh, you're so big. I'm so full. Harder, big daddy."

He tuned her out as he pumped into her. Her talking eventually dissolved into a series of grunts and moans as he developed a full push into her body. He felt her start to tremble and then let out a squeal. Her insides convulsed around him and he felt very wet all of a sudden. He slowed and stopped the full force motion. She rose up slightly and kissed his arm.

"That's the best fuck I've ever had. Oh, god yeah."

She wasn't dying. She enjoyed it. He wasn't done, anyway. He started the same powerful pushes and let her swing back using her own weight. The chains jangled at every meeting of their bodies. She kept up the unyielding conversation as he raised her legs up to get more out of every thrust. She screamed again and the contractions started up again. He closed his eyes and dreamed of his bitch under him. 

The first night he would push fully into Ellen's accepting body. He dreamed of her eyes changing as he loomed over her. Their bodies would meet with the fullness of his power, and she would open. His seed would enter her directly, and she would be claimed as his, forever. He let himself go inside of Sheila and rose up slightly to look into her eyes. She breathed heavily and let out a sigh.

Perhaps, this would work out for the human. It was a rare one indeed that could take a mating from a prime male. Maybe, he could order another cow before his hunger became more unbearable. She caressed him and kissed everything that she could reach with her mouth. He pulled out and felt the rush of his sperm drip down between her thighs. She looked up at him and her eyes fluttered.

"Thank you," she whispered. Then, she let out a gust of air and closed her eyes. "I'm so tired."

Something rose under his hand. It seemed to fill with fluid as he released his grip. He looked down. She hadn't survived, after all. The raised hives raced across her body. He looked back up at her face. She was already colder than she should be. He touched her hair and sighed. A knock came, and Lucy opened the door.

"Should I save the eggs?"

He looked in her eyes and said, "No. You saw the reaction."

***

I woke up with a start. I was covered with a warm blanket. My sleep wasn't so great, even though I tried hard to relieve the tension. I looked around the room to see a partition had been removed to make my room part of a larger space. It frightened me, because I was definitely still naked. Someone had come in and placed the blanket over me. I heard this rustling sound over my shoulder. There was that man again. He glanced over and went back to reading this series of sheets that looked like a small newspaper. I had to go to the bathroom, but my clothes were on the floor far away from the bed. I sat up with the blanket wrapped around me.

"I've taken the liberty of giving you a full room. A larger bed will be moved in when you are off of that one," he said with a point of his finger in a casual way.

I stood up with the blanket wrapped tightly around me. He just sat there as if my being naked was a normal occurrence.

"Oh, don't worry. I put the cover over you when you went to sleep for the duration."

For the duration. He saw me. Man, I'd done it several times. I'm not very good at that sort of thing, so I was practicing. I didn't get off until the last try, and it wasn't so good.

"We have security cameras, so please be more...discreet when you decide to do that. There is no need to show them how beautiful you are."

He responded with curiosity as I felt my entire body blush. How many people had seen me?

That same controlled voice seemed to smile, "I took care of it. They were not sure what to do. They know to turn off the monitor if you decide to take a lover. It is the general rule."

Take a lover.

He glanced up at me from the paper, "You really should use some of the men. You've been here for a few weeks. You should have found someone by now."

"No, I don't think so," I made sure to hiss as I slid my blanket into a seat at the table.

I casually ate the food on my plate and drank the cranberry juice quickly. I was so hungry. I must have slept for quite a while, because I was starving. He sat quietly and watched me eat through the corner of his eye. I made sure he knew I was watching him read his mini-paper until my bladder couldn't stand it anymore. I wriggled out of the blanket and pulled on my robe as quickly as I could muster. I ran down the hall in my bare feet to the bathrooms. I was glad I had no underwear on, because if I had paused for anything, the urine would have run down my leg instead of in the bowl. I let out a soft sigh as I shivered the last of it out. Then, I noticed the pair of slippers standing outside the stall. I slowly opened the door to see the boss guy standing there.

"What?"

"You could have asked. There is a full bathroom in your quarters. If you prefer, you never have to leave that room again."

For my benefit, he averted his eyes and held my arm as we headed back to the room.

***

Dom opened his eyes as he felt the familiar warm, wet sensation. He looked down to see Lucy's capable mouth around the glans of his penis. The tip of her tongue darted across the sensitive nerve endings as he noticed James still asleep beside him. He unconsciously jerked as she took more of him in. She was still wet from bathing, so he knew this was to reassert herself into the relationship.

"How was it with Rousseau," he queried with a low voice.

She let go of his cock and sat on her haunches.

"It was delicious. She was warm and yummy. I think he might save a few cuts for you..."

He ran his hand over her face. "I didn't ask about the meal. You know I like to detach myself from that, now. What did you two do?"

"Nothing, really. He let me get my hopes up and half fucked me. That's why I woke you up."

She pressed herself on him to force him back to his back and looked into his eyes.

Dominic pursed his lips, "Did he come inside you?"

She smiled and said, "Of course, he did. He did those little short thrusts all the time as he filled me with his semen. That part was pretty good, but he held back..."

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her closer.

"Did you come?"

She laughed and refused to reply. He pressed his lips into hers and she sucked on his lower lip. He could smell and taste the girl's cunt all over her face. She let out a gasp and pulled away.

"You're rock hard. Did you like it that I didn't wash off the pussy smell? I knew you'd like it."

He licked at her neck and she held his penis in her hand. She gave him a squeeze, which prompted him to say, "I liked it all. You're glowing with sex."

As she forced herself down over his cock, she hissed, "And you're not?"

***

Toshi stood stiffly in front of the monitors as he listened to the person on the other end of the phone.

- -I hear you have something of interest to me, Naka. You know you owe me at least three girls. If there's a new talent, I was to choose first.- -

"Sir, she is no talent. She is a rescue from..."

- -She's mine by rights. Clean her up and have her decent. I'll be coming tonight.- -

Toshi knew the delicate balance that he had to maintain. He would have to make sure that he wasn't blamed. Ellen had been very agitated lately. She hadn't been with anyone since her arrival. The man or woman she chose would have bragged at the conquest. He'd been trying for days to get close enough to broach the subject again, but she'd become silent. With his benefactor coming in from Xianggang, he wouldn't understand the situation.

He went to her rooms and knocked quietly. She was sitting at the window as usual. Her eyes focused on the forest below.

"Ellen," he roused her from her thoughts.

"Yes, Toshi?"

"We'll be having a party tonight for my master. He would like to meet you."

"Sure, I could use a good laugh."

He felt this sudden urge to warn her, but he knew that she would change her behavior for the good or bad. Her response should be genuine, so that he wouldn't have to explain that she wasn't a whore.

*

I wore my stiff dark red dress as I stood next to Toshi. He'd pulled his hair into a long braid that ended at the base of his neck. I still wanted to touch it, but the drugs had worn off weeks ago. I no longer had an excuse. He didn't look around at all as the women and men laughed and danced in front of us. I wasn't sure if I should have touched his arm and asked to dance, so I just stood with him. He was watching for someone. I knew the posture. He straightened his tie and took my hand. 

I wasn't sure why he'd done it, so I let him do it. He hadn't touched me since I was unsteady on my feet the first few days. He guided me through the group and stopped in front of a thin well-dressed gentleman. Toshi bowed deeply and said a few words in his language. The obvious superior bowed slightly and waved a hand dismissively. He looked at me in an odd way. I knew I was the only black girl, but he acted like I was the only black girl in the world. He nodded at me and I nodded back. He then spoke to one of his men next to him. Toshi pulled me toward him and said something in a rough tone.

"Nonsense, Naka," the man said in English. "She seems quite capable of developing a man's interest. Aren't you, my dear?"

Toshi protested, "Master, she's meant..."

"Nuna, why don't you talk to her without Nakamura's interference."

"I can not allow it," Toshi tried again.

"You'll do as you are told." The master snapped at Toshi. "My dear, Nuna's English isn't very good, so you'll just have to work on body language."

A few crisp unknown words made Toshi release his grip on my hand and the other man guided me to the closest room. He smiled softly at me, which put me slightly at ease.

He said, "Please sit."

I sat down and looked up at him. He continued to smile as he made some strange hand gestures. I didn't get what he was trying to say, so I raised my hands in confusion. He frowned, then opened his pants to show me a soft penis. This was about sex. I got up and walked toward the door. He grabbed my braids and pulled me back to the bed. I slapped him in his face to stop what I knew was next. It didn't work. Just as expected, he hit me across the cheekbone. It wasn't as hard of a hit as it needed to be, because I rose up on him and hit him right back. He stepped back and got into a fighters stance. I wasn't sure what to do. He was going to beat the crap out of me, if I didn't think fast. Then I felt it; that rush before I did something bad. He forced me down and tore at the top of my dress. He said something and forced my head down. I shoved him off of me and rolled up. He struck me again, this time in my gut. As I worked to breathe, I tried to stay focused on the door. The next time he was in the right position, I'd send him through it.

***

"Master, she's not a whore," Toshi tried to get to the door through the guards.

"She's obviously caught your attention. Every woman is a little bit of one. I don't hear any screaming, so..."

A low yell came from the door just before something heavy thumped against it.

"The monitors," Toshi commanded.

He hoped she wasn't hurt too badly. When he entered the monitor room, he saw her crouched over the man's body. She let out another throaty yell and kicked a groan out of him. He pointed the correct monitor out to his master and hissed, "I told you. She's no whore. I'm getting her ready to go back to her family. That's where she belongs."

"You never mentioned that she was violent."

"I tried to tell you to leave her alone."

"Get her ready for a proper introduction to my house."

"But, I just told you..."

"She'd make a brilliant body guard. Too lovely to expect such violence. Yes, it's settled."

*

I was in the corner with my arms over my breasts when they pulled their moaning man out of the room. The master man looked in on me and said, "You are not what I was expecting. When we meet again, you will be."

When they left, Toshi ran through the door. For the first time, I saw concern on his face. He knelt down and put his palms to my ears. He didn't say a word to me. I listened through his heartbeat as the party drew to an end. My anger seemed to flow down his arms and into him. He relaxed his hold on me, then ran his hands over my braids.

"You don't have to worry about him," he softly soothed. "We'll be on a plane by tomorrow afternoon."

"Why?"

He let out a sigh. "You know why I got you out of there. I'm a detective. I find lost girls. Mister Kiroji thinks he is entitled to the first pick. I knew when I first saw you that you weren't like the other girls I found. I've wanted to break ties with him for some time. I couldn't protect you in his house, but I can do better in my own."

I hadn't noticed how warm his hands were until they pressed gently on my shoulders. I held his arm with my left hand as I kept the dress up with the other. He noticed my motion and gathered the dress around my partially exposed breasts. When he was sure I had a good grip, he picked me up to standing and wrapped an arm around me. I felt his heart beating against my back.

My pussy said that he'd do very nicely inside. Hell, he'd been there before. I fought the idea and allowed myself to be brought to my bedroom. I didn't know what would happen if I allowed myself to seduce him, so I decided to get some sleep. I would ask him about the day he found me, that would push him far enough away.

When I woke up, he was there reading his papers.

"Why did you..." I couldn't say it. He'd been nothing but nice to me. He didn't lock me up. But, we would be moving again, and I didn't know where we were.

"I chose not to mention it when I saw you recognized me. I thought you would feel obligated to have sex with me, if I did. I thought you would ask immediately about it. But I think, you avoided the whole thing, because you're being hard on yourself. I saw that same look on your face when I took you to your room last night. Now, you choose to distance yourself by asking about it," he nonchalantly dropped the paper to the table and stood up. "Really, you can't bring yourself to talk about it at all, can you? I did what I thought was necessary to get you out of the place. Just as I will do later today. I won't ever touch you again, if that is your desire. Is that what you want?"

He moved closer to me and sighed softly, "That is what you want."

I didn't know what I wanted. Toshi seemed like he was kind. If my family hadn't found me by now, maybe they didn't want me found.

"If I did want to go with you," slowly came out of my mouth. "What would happen next? Would I be free to go?"

"You come with me, and I leave the girls to Kiroji sama. The way that you are now, you will need caring for. When you wish, you go home, and I hope that you are well enough to live with your family."

"What if I didn't have a home to return to?"

End ...to be continued.



Dominic Ch. 24



Rousseau dialed the number as he crouched in the tiny Hong Kong phone booth.

A formal voice answered. He requested Nakamura Toshi and got the expected response. Toshi got on the phone.

"I am here. Bring her to me."

- -How did you find me?- -

"I have many contacts. Don't ever try to keep her from me, again."

- -She doesn't want to go back to her family. She's afraid to. Meet me at your hotel. I'll show you why.- -

"Her family is perfectly capable of taking care of her."

- -Are you sure? She is unbalanced. She's been prone to violence. Wouldn't you prefer that she be able to control herself?- -

"She is my mate. I'd prefer to be with her."

- -That is out of the question. Ellen, dear. Do you want me to take you home?- -

There was a pause and a quiet voice said, - -No, I can't go back there. Not now.- -

"You've brainwashed her."

- -I've done nothing of the kind. You need to learn some patience.- -

The connection was severed after Rousseau gave his hotel information. This little man was beginning to become a nuisance. He hadn't been able to make a solid mental connection with her, since she went into his hands. It was as though he was stopping her from using her brain.

*

"It was him, wasn't it?" I could see by the look on Toshi's usually calm face that Rousseau had found us. 

I was deliberately cutting Lucy out of my mind, but I knew that Rousseau had old money connections. After I saw the video of myself, I realized that I would go crazy every heat cycle without even remembering. I needed to learn control, so that I didn't accidentally kill someone. I was going into heat soon, and it would be important for me to be locked away. I was grateful that Toshi still cared for me after the atrocities I could have committed. For the last few months, he would take me to the cell he had made for me. He would read to me over the PA and help me meditate until he was sure I wasn't listening anymore. When the time was over, he would wash me and work with me to maintain more attention the next time. So far, I had managed two out of the five days without losing myself.

"Yes, it was him. I will show him the discs. He will let you do as you please."

As was our custom, now. He touched my hands and then my shoulders before he left. My body hadn't returned to the way that it was before I knew what I was, and on some occasions, I had tried to take a bite out of him. He still looked at me with those solid, calm brown eyes.

"When you have forgiven me," he nodded to me before he left the room.

I wasn't sure exactly what it meant, but I knew he could tell that I was stopping myself from responding to him sexually. I never realized how erotic it was to have a man look me in the eye with openness.

*

The knock came to the conference room, and Rousseau quickly greeted Nakamura Toshi. He ushered him in and shut the door quickly. He recognized her scent immediately, and forced himself to calm down. It wouldn't do to hurt the only one who knew exactly where she was.

"I know this is hard for you. Just imagine how hard it is for her," Toshi began. "Since she came here, we have made progress in our effort to balance her response to certain things."

He walked over to the television and put two cables into the front. He turned it on and pressed a button on the portable DVD player in his bag. 

Rousseau couldn't help but let out a hiss when he saw her. She was standing up in front of a man. The obvious tailor was measuring her. When he came up to do her shoulder and breast measurements, she struck him. He attempted to rise and she straddled his chest. The video froze.

"This was the first incident. I felt that Ho deserved the first push, but she proceeded to beat him about the face until she was restrained. There are some instances in which she doesn't even remember her aggression. I have taken the liberty of recording all happenings digitally. I will leave these here for you. She has seen them and wants to gain control over herself before she causes a death. In some situations, she seems sexually motivated, which is why she has abstained since her stay with me."

"I want to see her."

Toshi sighed, "I can't let you do that. She has told me that she would run from you. She has done it before."

"I know," Rousseau growled. "I don't want her to do that. I won't have you poison her against me."

Toshi dialed his phone and had Ellen put on the phone. He spoke for a short period of time and handed it over, "You talk to her."

Rousseau took the phone in his hand and put the speaker to his ear. He didn't make any noise.

'Bon jour cheri,' he tried to send through the phone.

- -Hello? Hello?- -

He tried again, 'Do you really want to stay away from me?'

- -Rousseau, I can't be around you. You know. You can feel it. Just move on.- -

'I can't do it without you?'

- -You can't say that. Please don't say that.- -

'You are chosen. I can't change it. How do you think I'm talking to you?'

- -You need to stop looking for me. We had a great night together, once. That was before I started to go crazy.- -

'You're not crazy. I know you're not crazy. You are an alpha. If you would just agree to see me...'

- -No,- - she shouted loud enough for Toshi to hear. - -No, leave me alone. I don't want to be like this anymore. I want to go back to what I was before.- -

"You can't. You woke up, Ellen. You can't just go back to sleep. Those emotions won't go away. You may be able to suppress them for a short time, but you'll need someone. Promise me, you'll find a lover. A good one. It doesn't have to be ..."

- -If I never had sex again it would be too soon,- - her voice quivered.

"I'm sorry. Lucy said you were too sick to travel. I didn't want to see you like that, again. Then you left. I could sense that you were too weak to travel alone. I was told about your dog after you were gone for three days. It takes a LOT of energy to do what you did unaided. You could have died on that plane! Why can't you just stay put!" His apology had turned into a throaty scold faster than light. He breathed a sigh and continued, "It is a part of you. If you try to shut it down it'll come out some other way. I can help you. Come home."

- -No! Please don't make me do this!- - He caught, 'It hurts to feel you in my head.'

"Do what? I'd never make you do anything you didn't..."

- -You can't say that! Good bye, Master Rousseau.- - The connection clicked closed.

He sat there with his eyes shut and the phone cradled in his lap. She was right. Every word that she said to him had been out of torment and fear.

"Now, do you understand why I didn't bring her back? When I mention you, she shows a great deal of anxiety. She's not ready to return. She's not healthy enough to interact with anyone at this point. She is nothing but fear and her reaction to it," Toshi's quiet words threw salt on the residual emotion from her mind.

"Okay," Rousseau breathed. "You keep her...for now. But not forever. She will do what is in her nature. She'll give in to you. Oh, don't hide it. You will pursue her. When you do, you'll be gone. You probably can't think about anything but keeping her with you. That is why you are hiding in Kiroji's city. I am the only reason you are still alive. I suggest you move her quickly, before he decides he won't want her as a novelty. Try to hide her from me again, and you will be punished."

Rousseau wagged a finger at him and stood. He reached into Toshi's pocket and pulled out the copied discs with the uncut footage of all of Ellen's episodes. He raised them for Toshi to see and put them in his pocket.

"I suggest you have sex with her soon, before she tears apart that flimsy little cage you put her in. Thank you for the discs. Her sister will be happy to see her."

Toshi didn't show his surprise, but backed away from the tall man to allow him to leave the room.

*

I couldn't help but cry after I hung up on him. I could see his face. I knew what he had on and what he smelled like that day. He'd forced all of that back into my mind. He also reminded me that I was horney. I was so full of desire, I was afraid to let it out. I'd sure hurt somebody, if I acted on it. The poor man would surely die with a smile on his face though. I staggered back to my room and got into bed. Sleep had been the only way to stop the rage that would soon follow.

I was asleep so quickly. I was running again. My favorite dream. The grass was soft under my feet, and the sun was warm on my back. I had my favorite pair of shorts on. My legs weren't tired though I felt I'd been going a long distance. I looked behind me. There was no one trying to catch me. It was just for fun. Then I found a nice tree to sprawl out under. My body was calm and I had no reason to be anywhere else. Then I drifted off into that darkness just before awake. The swirling of images I couldn't understand. Faces that I didn't recognize would speak to me.

I could feel my body building up for it, again. I could sense that my arms were sprawled above my head and my hips were grinding the air. Oh, this was bad. I was waking up. Damn stress. I needed to get back to sleep before I made the change. I would not go into heat. I refused to do it. I willed my womb to calm down. I felt my abdomen relax as I dreamed of a hand rubbing my belly. It was just what I needed to draw the tension away. Another hand joined the first in the slow relaxation of my body. They moved to my thighs and pushed the sexuality deep inside. These weren't my hands. I opened my eyes. Toshi had raised my shirt just high enough to expose my skin. Toshi moved to massage my stomach again. I could have clawed his eyes out, but I didn't. He traced a pattern around my belly button which seemed to concentrate the pressure again. He bent down and put his lips softly to my abdomen.

"Uh," I cried as I felt myself grind the air again. My pussy was ruling me again. I didn't want to do this. I was gonna tear this man limb from limb.

His mouth touched my skin again, and I purred. I tried to stifle the last of it, but there was no mistaking the sound. He looked up at me and caressed my face. I pulled him toward me and pulled his neat hair out of the ponytail holder. He was so close to my face that I closed my eyes out of reflex. He parted my lips forcefully with his tongue and tugged pleasantly at my hair. I allowed him to move me over and place his leg over mine. He raised up and looked into my eyes.

"I don't want to hurt you," he sighed and moved off of me. "I'm sorry. You've said how you feel..."

I pulled him back in and growled, "Don't talk. Just put it in me."

He pulled back in surprise. "Okay, we'll talk later."

I opened my pants and shimmied out of them. "Now, please, Toshi. I need this."

He kissed me again and opened his pants. He hesitated, "I'm not prepared..."

"Yes, you are. You always carry one in your case. I saw it when I was looking for some paper. Don't make me beg you."

He opened his case and produced the condom. I helped him by opening it and slowly working it over his cock. The faker. He was more than ready for me. He'd probably been ready on several occasions. He just had more self control. Well, fuck self control. Literally. Why deny what you feel?

He pushed me back to the bed and spread my legs. I pulled at him as he directed his penis into me. 'Ow!' He'd gone almost completely in on the first thrust and stretched me. Ooh, it was marvelous to have a man inside me, again. It has always been frightening and pleasing to be held down in that way. This time it was more pleasure than fear. I knew he couldn't hurt me any more than that first movement, but there was always that pinch in the back of my mind. I met his thrusts with my own. He didn't make a sound when I dug my nails into his back. My legs locked around him to arch my back. I felt this whine in the back of my throat. I didn't want him to take it the wrong way. He might think a whimper was pain. I bit my lip and gave him my body. When I closed my eyes, I saw Rousseau on his back in bed. I didn't want to feel him. I wanted so much to be normal again. No, this wasn't heat. No, I wasn't going to fuck Toshi into a coma.

"Faster," I heard myself whisper. He complied with my request and I felt his athletic pelvis meet mine. 

*

Rousseau stared up at the ceiling. The hands fondling his nipples teased him into concentrating on the two lovely ladies in his bed. 

They enjoyed his company whenever he came to this part of the world. He had an agreement with many of them. He was sure to visit when he was really interested in testing his control. These spry little ones were so open that it was hard not to influence them a little. They washed him with sweet delicate kisses, which he preferred on some days. The lighter of the two pressed her lips firmly to his, but he didn't return the kiss. She responded with a sigh and went straight for his nipple. He knew she'd get a response that way, but worked to remain just as calm on the surface. He noticed his abdomen tremble slightly. He was getting rusty at this game. 

The other girl wasn't helping the situation either. Her tongue worked forcefully around the head of his penis. The two women continued to work at pulling a response. He finally gave in and let out a throaty moan. Their airy twitters made him want to mount both of them, but he would follow the rules and just choose one. The other would watch.

The End...To be continued.



Dominic Ch. 25



Lucy squealed in delight as she felt Dom convulse his hips again. She'd figured out his weakness oh so quickly. All she had to do was angle her body so that he would have a full picture of Jimmy's long cock disappearing into her full brown lips. James took advantage of the situation by doing his best to bury his cock deep down her throat. 

Dom's knob formed within seconds of his lover's sperm shooting all over Lucy's face. James winced as she sucked at him to get the very last drops out of him. She licked her lips and dropped to the bed. Jimmy went to his usual place just within reach of her to watch a frustrated Dom kneel attached to the bitch. He laughed to himself. She'd caught Dom for the third day in a row. She ground her pussy over him as he frowned down at her.

"Stop moving," Dom grunted in spite of himself.

"Hey, Dominic, don't give me that. You know you want to knock me up. I'm just giving you a big advantage over Jimmy. Maybe, when we're done, I'll come, so all of your little sperm sticks up inside."

He ground his hips into her and moaned, "Maybe, I won't give you my sperm."

"So, that's what's been happening. I figured you were sterile. I've opened a few times for you, honey. I know you felt the difference."

He licked at the thickening semen on her cheek without answering. The sensation had been so intoxicating that he'd lost all reason the first time. She still had the teeth marks on her arm to prove it.

"I'm not ready to settle down yet," he smiled at her as his thrusts made her jaw go slack. "Can't a dog enjoy the game?"

"Mmmm," she purred. "You like the flexible type. I know that's why you like it in there. Is Ellie like this? Did she twist you up 'til you screamed? You know I can do that for you, big daddy."

The image of Ellen with her ankles around his neck made him shiver. He didn't want Lucy to feel bad. Ellen had been so delicious and yet naïve. If he could have kept her for himself, he would have. He was pulled out of his thoughts with a forceful slap across his left cheek.

"She doesn't think of you like that, so stop it. You're my dog. She gave you to me," Lucy painfully hissed.

Dominic nosed her ear and purred, "I'm sorry, Lucy. You know I love you, don't you?"

Lucy grumbled, "If you really loved me, you wouldn't be thinking about her while you're inside me. The bitch is gone. Get over it!"

*

I watched Toshi sleeping next to me until I couldn't stand it anymore. I knew I'd drained him by the way that he trembled when I finally let him rest. He seemed at such peace, which made me even more angry with myself. I surely would have killed him if I hadn't stopped myself. Only a monster would do what I wanted to do.

'You are not a monster. You just need to be satisfied,' I heard Rousseau in my head.

I closed my eyes and tried to get rid of his mental touch. 'You know, you can't shut me out, anymore.'

I got up and went into the bathroom. I didn't want to talk to nothing in front of Toshi. He'd been through enough. I balanced myself slowly on the side of the tub.

'The man refuses to give you back. After tonight, he may even convince himself that he loves you. Are you ready for that?'

"I would love him back," I whispered.

'Stop talking. I hear you in echo if you talk. I give you this time. I am patient. If you choose this life, there is no other for me.'

I knew better. I thought to him, 'You can't tell me that you haven't been fuckin' somebody else.'

There was a pause, then a slow, 'I won't lie. I will wait for another suitable mate. I wasn't ready for you. I am learning of how a woman is in this era.'

I suppressed a contemptuous giggle. 'So, is that why you've been fuckin around? Even my sister?'

A long moment of silence came before he gave, 'Yes. You felt that?'

'Why don't you ever give her the whole thing?' I hadn't meant for him to hear that, but he had.

He responded with a slow, 'It's for you. When we come together, you will understand.'

I frowned, 'No. I want to understand it, now.'

I felt his shoulders slump as he sighed, 'A prime has certain special traits which only serves another prime. If I gave her what is your privilege to have, she might not react properly to it. It takes a special bitch to take my full attention.'

'I'm not that special bitch. That one night we had, you knew it.' I still remembered the way that he'd turned away from me in bed.

He disagreed, 'I was out of practice, and you weren't ready.'

'I'll never be ready then. Let me go, Sebastian. I'm not worth the trip.'

'Say it again,' I could almost feel his hand on my face when he caressed. 'Please say my name again.'

The tone of his words made it hard to breathe. A knock on the door made me jump. I leaned over and opened it to see Toshi smile in at me. I couldn't smile back. He came in and made short work of draining his bladder. He looked over at me.

"You didn't want this?"

I said, "Of course, I wanted this. I practically stole the sex from you."

"Then why are you so sad?"

'My beauty,' Rousseau's voice slid into my mind softly, 'you know why you are sad.'

I shook my head to force him out. "I'm not sad. I'm just feeling a bit guilty..." 'I don't think you should be listening in on a private conversation. I should block you out like I usually do.'

'You won't do it. We were meant to be together. You know you can't push me out completely. I will make my leave. Enjoy yourself.'

Toshi smiled as he studied my face, "You, guilty?"

"I wore you out. I don't want to do that, but it felt good..."

It was embarrassing to admit that I needed sex. It was a calming drug to stop my blind rage, and I would need it from now on in large quantities. He sat down next to me and ran a hand across my leg.

"Everything about you is hard, except for one thing. You are so soft on the inside. Why don't you let me help you figure out this thing in your mind."

I looked at him and thought toward him, 'If I shared, where would the mystery be?'

"You think I can hear that. I try not to respond to the joke behind your eyes. I want to know all about you and know where the hurt comes from."

"Everything I ever told you was true."

"Good. I would hate for you to lie to me," he said as his arm went around my waist.

*

Dom pulled on his favorite shirt as he went down for breakfast. As the designate alpha, he was given a portion of Rousseau's wealth in exchange for the identification number of any male offspring born. He no longer needed to call in about his business dealings in Illinois. He had minions who could do that for him. For some reason, male pups were rare and sickly on Lucy's side.  If a pup was lost, they would serve the purpose of an ever changing identity for the Masters. Dom hoped to hold on to his sperm until he was an old man. Lucy's tricks wouldn't work now that he knew what to watch for. 

He greeted his little harem with a slow smile and a wave for them to begin breakfast without him. Dominic's favorite sight was the jockey for position at his side. James always sat on the right, but Lucy never rose earlier than noon.

There were four lovelies this morning. They each reminded him in some way of Ellen, so he allowed them their fun. The winner would more than likely be Connie. She was nearly an alpha in attitude, which sort of grated on his nerves slightly. It was always about appearances with that one. When Lucy was absent, it was her gift to ingratiate herself with the Prime Alpha. Rousseau could care less, of course, but it usually triggered a reestablishment of status among the other tables. 

This time, she got too close. He heard her voice from across the room, "My lord, there is fresh crème for the fruit this morning. Should I add some to your usual plate?"

Rousseau responded softly with, "Cream is fine, Connie. Why don't you go and sit down with your alpha? I can get it as I always do."

"But, you seem tired, Monsieur. I only wish to save you the trouble." She batted her eyelashes and leaned in close to whisper, "And besides, it's an excuse for you to smell my heat." 

Her long hair draped across her shoulder and landed in her low collared shirt. Dominic let out a low purr as he watched her pull down the collar and cup the honey brownness of her right breast.

"Perhaps, you can help a bitch in heat? I wouldn't obligate you..."

Dom averted his eyes as Le Rousseau snatched a clump of her hair and pulled her upright. He held her at an angle that made her have to balance on the balls of her feet. The Master make a few slow glances around him, and the rest of the room moved to not notice his movement. He urged her across the room to an open seat at the end of Dom's table. Connie hissed and held her head as The Master let her go.

Rousseau turned his attention completely away from Connie, and said, "Dominic, please take care that your low ranking bitches are not awarded a visit. They appear to be unaware of their status, and that makes me think that they see too much of you."

"Of course, Rousseau, this bitch has not been touched for a month and may not be given the courtesy in another two," Dom nodded in submission.

"The most adequate of responses, young alpha. Now Connie, I hope that heat clears up on it's own," he smiled to himself.

He gave Dom a look and returned to his meal. James gave Dom's hand a pat and offered him a piece of toast. Then, Lucy made an unusual morning appearance, Dom stood to greet her. She nodded at him with a worried look on her face and went to Rousseau.

"My lord, you called?"

"Yes, last night. You didn't answer me," Rousseau scratched at his stubbled face.

Lucy bowed low, "I apologize. I was with James until early this morning..."

"Don't avoid me, Lucy. You should have been at the plane with the others."

She sat down next to him and leaned in to whisper, "I would never do that. I was locked into someone at that time."

Rousseau popped a few grapes into his mouth and spoke around them, "Dominic was there. What other dog would you have been locked up with? It really doesn't matter to me who you screw. Just be where you should be. I want to see what she remembers. You are going to help me."

"But, Rousseau..."

Rousseau sharpened his gaze and whispered, "No insubordination in here, girl. You'll do it, and I'll give you more."

"More?"

"It'll go in farther. That's what you want, isn't it? You've always wanted to try to carry my seed," he moved away from her.

Lucy looked up at the male that presented a plate to her, "Really?"

Rousseau waited until the male left to say, "I give you more, you give me Ellen."

She rose up and pressed her lips to his. He responded with an indifferent toss of his head.

He clenched his jaws, "Is it a deal?"

"Of course, my lord. When do we begin?"

"Now, " barely left his lips before she practically yanked him out of his chair.

Lucy gave a wave to Dominic and James as she led Rousseau back to his own rooms. He allowed her to shove him on the bed and remove his shirt. She clawed at him as though he were apiece of meat. She was ever the dominant bitch. He pulled her away and got up. 

Lucy whined, "You aren't changing your mind are you?"

"Of course not," Rousseau smiled. "Just humor me for a bit. Is there any way that you could submit a little bit?"

"Huh?" She pretended not to hear him.

He shook his head and sighed, "Let me lick you first."

"Okay," she beamed as she hopped onto the bed. She slid her pants over her legs quickly, and spread her legs.

There was nothing cultured about her as she grabbed his head. She barked out her commands, "yeah, right there. Suck that clit. You gonna taste that juice, or am I gonna have to move my hips?"

He quickly got her to an orgasm and moved away. He set his jaw. She looked up at him and narrowed her eyes. Yes, this one had been too proud from the beginning. The moment he had viewed her reports, he knew she'd turn into a strong willed unmannered bitch. He moved farther away from the bed and she followed. She jumped to him and he enjoyed the way that she wrapped herself around him. She knew he liked this dance, but was always too forceful, too demanding.

"Tell me what you need," he smiled at her frustration.

"Please," she hissed, "I need more."

"You know what you will have to do."

"I...Master, don't make me do it," Lucy twisted her face into a most unattractive frown.

"Please, Lucy. Just do it."

She dropped to her knees and dropped her head. She knew the position that her lord required of her. Her hands were farther apart than her legs as she tried to be comfortable on the hardwood floor.

"What if she doesn't do what you think," Lucy glanced up and back at him as he dropped his pants.

"She can hear me. If you open it up, she won't be able to keep me out of certain places anymore. She's strong, but not that strong."

He pulled her into his body and massaged her shoulders.

"I think she's sleeping," she tried. "No, words are going through my head. She's reading a book. This is the perfect opportunity."

He positioned his penis at the opening of her vagina. She stiffened beneath his hands. He knew Lucy had never done that in her life. The link had been established between the two sisters. 

He felt Lucy's round bottom for a moment before he entered her. She cried out with a fear he'd never heard before. He pulled out and raised Lucy up to stand. He turned the trembling woman to see her face. Her generally pursed lips were firmly pressed shut, and she looked away from him.

He cooed softly at her until she responded with the customary whimper and stared into his eyes. Her brown eyes were flecked with the yellow of heat and the fear of a young bitch. He kissed her lips and held her close.

"Please, don't hurt me," Lucy muttered.

He moved her to the bed and placed her gently down.

"Let me help you, honey," he softly said. "You know I'd do anything for you."

"Yes, I know." Lucy sighed, "I know you're a good man."

He pressed a hand between her legs and she responded by opening them slightly, then trying to move them back together.

"This won't hurt if you relax."

"Uh, okay," she breathed.

He kissed and caressed her neck as he worked his thigh between her knees. Wonder filled him as he closed his eyes and saw his future mate beneath his hands. Ellen whined slightly as she looked up at him with the same fear that Lucy had shown him.

Instinctively, he soothed, "It's okay. I only want to love you."

"No, please don't say it. If you need to do it, Ill let you. But, don't tell me that."

"I do need you..," he smelled her neck and mouthed her shoulder.

"No, you don't. Hurry and finish so that I can clean up."

He kissed her again and got up. He reached over to Ellen and touched her forehead to his. Somehow, he'd wanted to make it different, but Ellen's will had stopped him.

He softly whispered to Ellen's mind, 'I bind to you. There will be no secrets from me. There will be no secrets from you."

The body under his hands shuddered and the image was gone. He opened his eyes and forced a rough kiss onto Lucy. She responded by wrapping her arms around him.

"You know you'll open," he blandly said.

"Then, I'll be the prime, alpha bitch," she smiled

"No, you'll be a secondary. I'll let you open, because I know that James has been with you today."

"But, you promised!"

He felt her wet pussy and positioned himself again.

"I promised I would give you more, not all."

She frowned up at him until he entered her. She appeared to drop her resolve as she quickly noticed his deeper thrusts.

He enjoyed the wide o she was making with her lips. "Uh!"

He tried not to work his frustration out on her, "You'll take what you can get, bitch."

"Yes, master," she whispered through her lips.

He growled, "What?"

"Uh, uh, yes, yes, master!"

She writhed her legs in a serpentine fashion around his back. When he felt he'd gone far enough, she wailed. He made sure that he held back, because he would not risk breaking the condom he slipped on while she wasn't aware.

His mind kept wandering back to Ellen. He wanted to feel her shuddering just like that. He wanted her moans to build into a deep howl as he made her open to him. He heard Lucy speaking gibberish as she arched her back and met his thrusts.

End... To be continued 



Dominic Ch. 26



"Mother, how is Gabriel?" A voice broke the enforced silence in the private hospital room.

An old voice issued from the body of a rail thin teenaged girl, "He lingers. For some reason, his wounds do not heal. You must tell me about the raid, again. There must be something that was missed."

The Nordic blonde man sat down in a seat that was vacated quickly by a follower. He settled himself and started, "As I said before, I have no idea what happened. Our surveillance of the pack was very accurate. With his death, the deal we had with Francois was forfeit. The new Alpha was sloppy and very free with the security details. It was supposed to be a simple intimidation. It was obvious the dog had no idea how to run the place. We were to go in and put the fear of us into him. He would roll over and give us the usual gratuities. But, the bitch..." The man looked away from the eyes in the room. "She was fast. She'd ripped out Craig's throat before we knew he was in trouble. The howl. I've never heard anything like it!"

The girl raised her hand to make him stop. "In chronological order, son."

"I.. I'm sorry. We entered and faded in as always. They took longer than anticipated to start the mating ritual. The dog must not have been pack born. He seemed afraid of the bitch. We figured we could dispatch him and put the blame on her. Under the fade, Craig injected the sedative into the bitch. She seemed to get drowsy, but she didn't go down. She shook a little. The hair dropped off of her. It was as though she'd been wearing a coat and dropped it to the floor."

The man looked around at the listening group, then continued, "She turned and grabbed Craig by the arm and tossed him to the far wall. She saw through the fade. Craig got up and jumped for the ceiling. She got there first and... I think, now, that he was dead before she did the blood letting. We all converged on her. I remember a crunching sound. Percy and Gabriel got to her before Aldus and I. She snapped Percy's arm and leg as so much kindling. She looked at me while she fed off of Gabriel. She was daring me to come forward as she drained him."

"And the new Alpha," the mother asked guiding him from his thoughts. "What of him?"

"We lost track of him. We were too busy trying to keep her from killing Gabriel. We finally managed to get him free from her and made exit. She ran with us, Mother. She nearly caught up before we could break the tree line. She would have gotten us, if the other dog hadn't run up and taken her legs out from under her. I didn't think the dogs could run like that, with their crooked legs. Have they been hiding this from..."

The delicate hand raised again, and his mother spoke, "Marcus. Calm yourself. There is nothing new, here. Just a return to the old, perhaps. This bitch. Are you sure she was a bitch? She could have been a felid. They can match our speed. Dogs do not have a bite that does not heal. Felids are rare. I don't remember whether they had a festering bite."

"No, Mother. She was a dog. She had a dog's head, and dog's fur. Right down to that bushy tail," Marcus protested.

"Are you absolutely sure."

"Yes. She is a bitch."

The mother looked around the room at the others that had gathered in the room, "Then, we may need to have a conversation with the pack elders. The council must try to strike some sort of compromise before this escalates."

*

Sebastian Rousseau was awakened by his cell phone. "Yes," he rasped as he sat up in bed.

He knew immediately who it was, when she railed at him,- - Why did you have to fuck her again?- - 

His response was a quick, "Because you weren't here, where you belong. To what do I owe the pleasure of your voice, my queen?"

- -I hate you. Why did you have to do that? I mean, I can't stand that. Why do I have to feel that? Couldn't you just pick somebody else?- -

"That's funny. All of this talking for someone who said she wished she'd never met me. It got to you, huh? You felt something good, didn't you? That's what this call's about. Are you done playing with the boy?"

- -Just stop it!- -

Rousseau yawned, "Can't. You've gone and confirmed you're a bitch."

The voice on the other end sputtered, - -I don't ... I don't want you.- -

"Oh, but it's the contrary. You want me to scratch that itch. That's why you got my number from the boy. Name the place and time..."

- - When hell freezes over!- - The call disconnected.

He dropped back into bed with a slow smile. Something had changed. He could hear it in her voice.

*

I slapped the phone shut in my frustration. He seemed so smug over the phone.

"Are you sure this is necessary, Ellen," Toshi said as he oversaw the workmen.

I frowned at him, "Absolutely sure. He's going to try to come and get me. The only thing that can protect everyone will be this safe room."

"Dear, I don't think anyplace is truly safe," he scanned my face.

"We'll see," I said. I'd felt a rush when I spoke to Rousseau. I was immediately hot. It scared the crap out of me. How could I want a man that I had seen inside my sister the night before? I was so disgusted with myself. "How soon will the cement be dry and the fittings cured."

"Well, it'll take a few days for the curing process to be done. The plumbing has been tested, as well as the separate air supply. The filtration systems are due to be installed and tested tomorrow. It should be ready by Thursday or Friday at the most." 

"Good," I looked over at him and tried to be nonchalant about saying, "When it's done, I want you to lock me in it."

*

Rousseau eyed Dominic from his paper strewn desk. His second had been standing at the doorway with his hand on the knob for three minutes, now. To break the silence, Rousseau grunted, "What do you want?"

"I just wanted you to know..."

Rousseau looked down at the pen in his hand and spat out, "Lucy's pregnant. I know. It's probably James's, right? If it's yours, you won't be faulted. She's the highest ranking bitch, here. Perhaps, this time, she'll accept her place. I didn't call you here, for that. I'm going to be out of town for a few days, possibly more. I've got a queen to bring home."

"Should I come with you?" Dominic looked hopeful.

Rousseau avoided his gaze, "No, I should have taken care of this a long time ago. I should have just forced her to come back home."

Rousseau could feel Dominic's protest before he spoke, "But, master..."

He hissed, "I know. She refuses to accept her place, as well. It is customary that she choose, but we've run out of time." Rousseau's solid gaze stopped any protest. "I want you up to speed on the club operations and the shareholder's information before I catch my plane, tonight."

Rousseau had been tense since the rushed call from Toshi. The man seemed genuinely afraid, which meant that Ellen was on her way into heat. She'd been trying to fight it for months. If her last few times were any indication, Toshi had every right to be afraid. 

Rousseau had seen the restraints that had been tried. They all ended the same way. He teeth sinking into some unsuspecting bastards throat. The time for playing games with her was over. 

On top of that, the video conference with the elders did not go well. He tried to explain why Ellen had not been administered the necessary tests that the younglings usually took on majority. She had not been officially initiated by her designated mate. The elders were getting angry calls from members of the life stealing, blood sucking rats' council. He knew why he hadn't received any. They knew who she was meant for. It was only a matter of time before they tracked her down.

*

I set up the safe room as a very cozy place. There was a landscape painting outside of the fake window. The furniture was all very new. The bed seemed absolutely heavenly when I laid down on it. The pantry was fully stocked. I had a pretty good collection of videos to supplement the satellite feed. The only reason I hadn't locked myself up yet, was that Toshi wanted to have dinner with me. 

I had stupidly agreed to wait until after dinner tonight. I'd dressed in a little black number that he said he liked. He said I'd never looked more beautiful than that moment. I'd stopped myself from mounting him for the past four days. After seeing Rousseau inside Lucy, I didn't want to share that vision with her. From what I saw, she was an aggressive fuck. She would probably have laughed at how slowly I took things.

But then, I would soon have something new to worry about. The door to the dining room opened and Toshi said, "I'm sorry, Ellen." 

I wasn't sure what was going on. "Sorry? Sorry for..." 

I didn't get it until I saw Sebastian standing on the other side of the table. He was so gorgeous. He seemed to have rushed to get there, because his clothes were wrinkled from the plane ride. My first thought was that he didn't look like a boy with the stubble. I shook my head in disbelief. 

"No. You said I didn't have to go back."

Rousseau firmly said, "It's not up to him, anymore. You're coming home, now."

"No," I growled at him. "I'm not going with you!"

He didn't seem to react to me, so I picked up a candleholder and shook it at him. He dodged it swiftly and caught my wrist. He nodded his head and Toshi ran out of the room. He left me there with Rousseau. I heard the door lock as I tried to go after him. I pulled myself from Rousseau's grasp, and yelled for someone to let me out. A shock went down my back as I realized that no one was coming. This particular room was far from the rest of the facility, except the kitchens. He'd planned for this.

"Do you smell that?" Rousseau said as he slowly walked over to me.

"Smell what?" I refused to turn around to face him.

I felt his breath on my neck. "Oh, of course you don't. You probably haven't looked at yourself in the mirror lately, have you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about and I don't care," I tried not to sound unsure as I peeked at him over my shoulder. I didn't feel any different in my gut, like every other time I went into heat.

"You've got the glow in your eyes," he frowned at me. Such a yummy frown.

"Get away from me," I growled again as I slapped him.

He didn't even flinch. I went to hit him again, to make him back away. I didn't want to. I was right back into crazy, and he had only been in the same room for a minute. He caught my arm and pulled me forward into his clutches. His arms were like steel as I tried to get away. I dug my nails into his biceps, but he didn't react. 

His lips were on mine. I didn't want to respond, but I could feel my nipples hardening against his chest. I shoved at him with all of my might, but he held me there in the kiss. When he let go, I gasped for air. He gripped my hair in his hand and pulled my head back so that I was forced to look into his gold flecked green eyes. He struck me to my core with a loud growl. 

I shuddered at the sight of his sharp canines as he said, "You will submit. You'll do it now."

"Please! Don't!" I mustered a little air to pass over my fear constricting throat.

He pressed me up against the door as he scanned my face. I was on fire. I didn't know what to do. I offered my throat, the way that he'd offered his to me, once before. He looked into my eyes and threw me down to the floor. I rolled on my side, under the table, and struck out with my foot. He caught it and dragged me out onto the rug. 

I didn't have a chance to kick at him again, because he was on top of me. His leg pressed into my crotch and I tried hard not to let out a moan of joy. This was ridiculous. I didn't want this to feel good. I felt his lips trembling as he pressed his teeth into my bare shoulder. He'd planted his knee over the skirt of my dress so that I couldn't move my legs. He wasn't stopping me from clawing at his shirt as he slowly deliberately pressed his teeth into my flesh. 

It was like a switch going off in my brain. I howled. He raised up with my blood on his lips. I needed him. It was such a horrible thought. I didn't want to need him, after he'd been with my sister. My panties were completely wet. I started to cry. Rousseau backed away from me.

"I mark thee, bitch," he hissed as his tongue snaked out to clear my blood from his lips.

"Sebastian," I breathed.

"Yes, my queen," his voice was low and daring me to say something smart right then.

I got up to a sitting position. "You're done? Um, you weren't gonna ...you know?"

He let out a low laugh, "Hell froze over and I didn't hear about it yet?"

I put on a brave front and sighed in relief, "Fuck! Why didn't you just say you were gonna do that? You didn't have to scare me, like that! I would have let you bite...!" 

He moved quickly to kiss my lips. This time it wasn't a forceful kiss. I tasted my own blood on his tongue, which sent a shiver down my spine.

"You've got such a foul mouth," he whispered. 

He pulled me close and put a hand to my moist panties. He raised an eyebrow and pressed two fingers into me. I tried to pull at his shirt to get it off of him. He wasn't helping. He just let me struggle as he explored my vagina with his fingertips. I kissed his ear and then his neck as he took position above me. 

I couldn't think straight. My womb was crying out to me, while he was breathing in my ear. I felt something cold and wet join his fingers inside me. I didn't realize that it was lube, until I felt him penetrate me. I moaned at the tightness as he shoved into me. I thought Dom had filled me completely, but I was wrong. I heard myself crying out. He hadn't even done any thrusting, and my body was shaking in pleasure.

"Are you with me?"

"God, yes," I heard myself say, as my insides started to relax.

"Good," he whispered in my ear as he moved slowly. "I didn't want it to be like this."

I didn't even care that I was on the dining room floor. It didn't matter that he didn't bother to pull my undies off. I felt his pants on the bare flesh of my thighs. I hated myself for taking the pleasure that I needed from Sebastian. His rough cheek pressed against my forehead as we focused our movements on our connected parts. 

Our rhythm was slow and deliberate. He'd determined this before I saw him in this room. The quiet grunts next to my ear gave me my voice. It started out as a moan, but was quickly overtaken by an all out scream. He gripped my waist and pushed in farther. That was the point that I lost my mind. I felt my teeth biting down on his arm, I think.

*

Dominic wasn't sure where the sensation was coming from, but he knew it wasn't his own horny inclinations. It was an overall kind of attractive caress. He raised his head and listened at Rousseau's desk. There was something coming. He stood up and listened. He could swear he could hear breathing. The breathing was getting faster and louder as he looked up at the far corner. He wasn't sure what was happening. He definitely wasn't hearing through the foot thick stone walls of the inner chambers. 

Then, he saw a flicker of light out of the corner of his eye. Electricity pulsed through him. His body twitched involuntarily as the force shoved him to the ground. He felt something pressing into his neck. He reached up and felt the boot on his throat. Another flash of light made him see his attacker. The pale thin blonde haired man grinned down at him with his lips closed.

"Hello, Rousseau. How are you? Didn't expect us to figure out which one you were, did you? Mother will be so pleased," the man drawled as the rough sole of the boot slid from Dominic's neck.

Dominic coughed out, "But, I'm not..."

"Aw. The puppy whimpers. It doesn't matter. You really were a bit disappointing. Wrap up our package, boys," the man snapped.

Four shorter thinner men appeared at his captor's shoulders. They appeared to be tired and angry. Dominic wasn't sure what to do. He knew this was really bad. They were definitely not wolves. The nature of the change made a wolf into a solid athletic body. These creatures were deceptively strong under their wiry frames. Dom was hoisted over a bony shoulder and launched out of the window with so little effort. The effects of the stun gun were starting to wear off. He held on to the man's jacket as they moved farther from the ground than he'd ever jumped by himself.

*

Rousseau got up and pulled his cock back into his pants. He carefully situated himself, then pulled out a chair and sat down. There wasn't much he could do for his shirt. I'd ripped it to shreds.

"We should be going. I can have your things sent for," his voice was quiet.

I looked down at myself. My dress was bunched up over my waist and the crotch of my panties were stretched to the side. I'd really just let him have me right there on the floor. I stood up slowly and tried to straighten my clothes out. My hands weren't working. He reached over and pulled my dress down over my thighs. He gave the straps to my dress a tug and they slid to where they were supposed to be.

"You should have come to me, Ellen. I tried to reason with you, but now, time's run out. The r...," he gritted his teeth, "opposition forces have chosen to make a regime change for us. We need to get your testing done and the introduction completed before they start an all out war."

I didn't understand how those words would change my world again, but I nodded as if I did.

The End... To be continued.



Dominic Ch. 27



Dominic was ushered into a well decorated hall with high domed ceilings. The room was very bright, though not naturally lit. He was more dragged than led to a girl sitting at a long table. She appeared to be moving food on the plate around, but not eating it. She glanced up with black eyes at Dominic as she took a sip out of a goblet. "What is this you bring me, Marcus?"

The vampire smiled broadly, "Mother, I bring you Rousseau..."

"That is not him! This child isn't even nearly him. Not even of the same blood line!" The girl threw her cup at Marcus.

Marcus bowed, "But, he was sitting at the desk, where you said he would be. He spent the day signing papers, and addressing members of the elders. Who else could he be?"

The female vampire stood up from the table and walked over to Dominic. She raised his face with firm fingers to his jaw. She turned his face sideways then pierced him with her black eyes, "One parent was a made wolf, right?"

Dominic wasn't going to say one word. He'd been bound in this awkward position, before. He'd learned to hold his sharp tongue. By the way that this girl/woman was trying to probe his brain, he would come out with it eventually.

"Yes, you don't need to say, Halfling. He's probably one of Rousseau's many offspring. He was probably left there to see after Daddy's fortune, while he was away. Where, Halfling?"

Dominic focused on a chip in the tiled floor.

She dropped down to kneel in front of Dom, "Odd. You don't smell like a Halfling, why is that?"

He tried to go back to the spot of imperfect tile, but there was something enticing about her gaze.

"Marcus, does this man have red hair?"

The blonde dropped his shoulders, "Why no, Mother."

"And, his build. Is he larger than any of the other wolves, we've made into pets?"

"No, Mother," his voice dropped.

"I thought not. You will send a message to the elders. Tell them, we have something that belongs to Rousseau. Say that he will be untainted. Make sure that you make known that there should be an exchange."

"Yes, Mother," Marcus made a quick bow and turned to go.

"Oh, and Marcus, I'll be a little busy for the next few hours. See that your brother is managing."

*

With Sebastian's hand on my back, I walked through the corridors to the safe room. Toshi hadn't shown himself since I'd been fucked. I think he knew that I was going to go, and he didn't want to make things harder on me. I looked in the mirror as an afterthought, as I was collecting my creams and lotions from the vanity. My eyes had changed. They were this strange light brown. They weren't yellow, but they were definitely on their way there. I looked at Rousseau as he watched me packing.

"You know I can buy you new ones," he quietly said. 'I should have anything he ever gave you burned, anyway.'

I though that he'd been directing the thought at me and responded, "Quit it. I'm going with you. Let's leave it at that."

He seemed startled by my response, "I can't. As soon as you are home and settled, he'll have to forget all of this happened."

"You can't make him forget me," I laughed at the absurdity of the idea.

'Oh, but I have people who can,' I collected from his mind, again.

I dropped a blouse into my suitcase and walked over to him. "Please, don't think like that. I don't want you doing anything to him. He was good to me."

He studied my face for a moment and looked away. I sensed that he was holding onto something as he slowly said, "I'll be waiting for you outside."

I knew what he was going to say. I chose everybody else, but him. He had to take me. He'd wanted me to give myself to him. He'd wanted a willing partner. A coregent. I also felt this undercurrent of fear. Why would Rousseau be scared?

*

Dominic felt the little nips at his brain as the creature ran her slender fingers over his shoulders.

"Don't fight it, child. I can make this stay worth your while," Slipped through her lips as she studied the blood vessels of his neck with her tongue. She settled a finger on his right ear. "This scar. It took some time to heal. Where did you get it?"

Dominic couldn't stop the thought of Ellen.

"Strange. She's very pretty. A bit out of your league, I think, little man," the girl woman's voice seemed to fill his brain. "Oh, I see. The one that got away?"

A door behind him opened. He wanted to turn and see who had come in, but he was held in the woman's vice like gaze.

The Mother said without looking at the person standing behind him, "And, how did they receive the message?"

Marcus's tentative voice responded with a quiet, "The elders were quite open to conversation. I didn't hear the word once."

"Yes, well. The Dogs are learning their manners fairly late," the Mother's hand slid through Dominic's hair.

"They are all small, Mother. I did not see the Rousseau."

She sighed, "Of course not. If I know Rousseau, he's probably found that bitch you were talking about. Probably mating her as we speak. He'll have a lot of explaining to do if he's responsible for her existence."

*

I tried not to intrude on the calls that Rousseau seemed to need to make on the ride through New York. The only words that came from him were to ask if I needed anything. He was obviously still pouting because I didn't come back on my own. When we passed by the brown brick gatehouse to his home, it surprised me. I'd been sure, I would finally see the inside of that giant columned stone house down the driveway. 

"Sebastian..."

"I'm taking you to the main compound. After what happened there with Ronald, I decided that the unpaired mature wolves should be moved to a more central location," he said as he drove the car down the winding, tree lined streets. 

He drove past the red brick house that my mother used to live in. Apparently, I would be seeing her in the complex as well. I felt my nerves on edge. The closer I got to our destination, the worse it got. Rousseau didn't tell what the buildings that we passed were. He didn't even speak. It was as though he was nervous, too.

When he stopped the car in front of what I thought looked like an auditorium, there were two burly men waiting. They didn't hide the gun belts on their hips.

"My lord," one of them bowed as the other opened my door.

Le Rousseau got out of the car and started walking to the entrance without me. He didn't even look back. I was guided out of the car and moved to a small entry corridor. They looked through my purse and frisked me. I opened my mouth to ask a question, and was greeted with a finger inches from my nose.

"Ok, bitch. You are here for the test. You know the rules, but since you tried to break one, I will restate them. There is no speaking, not even thought speech, unless you are addressed by a member of the council. You will not kill your opponent, or bleed the mate presented to you. You will complete the tasks as presented. If you are not able to complete a task, you must assume the position, or turn your back on the task. Your rank will be decided at the completion of the test, and you will not be given a second chance to rank up, until the required 7 month period has expired. If you understand, nod your head."

I looked down and away from the finger and nodded. Rousseau had taken me straight to the test, right off of the plane. I didn't get a chance to rest, or prepare. And the position. I had absolutely no idea what the position was.

I was pressed through a small door into a dirt floored circle. It was brightly lit in the center, but the high wall surrounding it, was dim. I could feel that there were a lot of people watching from beyond that wall. I saw an obstacle course of some sort twisting its way toward the center of the dirt ring. I wasn't wearing sportswear. The dress I wore was loose, and my bra kept shifting. I knew the crowd would see a lot more than I wanted them to. I felt an urge to start the course. Someone was being rude and pushing me toward the start. I turned, but there was no one there. I crossed my arms and made my best defiant pose. I heard an audible murmur from the crowd.

'Naughty girl. You felt that push. Go to it,' I felt Sebastian in my head. 'You've done this before. The bramble patch, remember?'

I looked at the course again. It wasn't meant for a person. The openings in some of the tunnels were too small. I shook myself. It had been a while, but I remembered how to change. Once my paws touched the ground, I raced through the twists jumps and weaves. It felt demeaning, but there must have been a purpose. At the end of the course, there was a wolf waiting. By her posture, she was very full of herself. I didn't know why I thought that. The grey wolf lunged at me before I got my legs through the last obstacle. She sank her teeth into the fur over my neck. If I hadn't ducked away, she would have done some serious damage. She made another lunge and I knocked her feet out from under her. We circled each other for a moment. I knew we were meant to fight, but I didn't feel like it was fair. But then, it struck me. I could take her out. She made another rush for me and I jumped straight up on to her back. She seemed surprised by this, but wasn't quick enough to change course. I bit into her scruff and pulled up. She let out a placating whimper. I was just about to take a piece of her ear off so she could remember who beat her ass, but Rousseau interrupted me.

'Ellen, that's enough. She's submitting. Good fight. It only took you 30 seconds.'

Good fight. I wanted to show him a good fight.

A voice came from above my head, "You are to change back and be seated at the table."

There was a table just beyond where I'd been attacked. It was a chair and a small table with four cards face down on it. It took me a long time to be strong enough to sit at the table. I wasn't sure how long. I sat there naked at this little table at the dead center of the ring with the bright lights beating down on my skin.

The loud speaker boomed again, "What is your family name?"

"Ellen Beauvais." The crowd rumbled. This was not the right answer. The crowd above me seemed to pulse. Then, I remembered my mother's voice drilling me at the kitchen table. I took in a deep breath and gave the answer, "I am a Beauvais. Second of the line. I am sister to Lucy Beauvais , queen prime. Daughter of Miriam Beauvais and ..." I heard my mother's voice in my head, 'Michael Fortier of the family Montrose. This was not a sanctioned union. Michael was not one of my mother's pack. I am aware of the lowered status this will afford me, and await recognition by my father.'

"Ellen Beauvais. You will choose a card."

I looked down at the four playing cards and moved my hands over them. I thought this would be for my next task. I pick the one in the middle right and turned it over. The 3 of spades.

'I thought we'd have more time to maneuver, sweet girl. You've chosen well,' was all that I got from Rousseau. 'Try not to get too carried away, please.'

A large door opened and a tall black man with nothing on entered the ring. He lifted his nose to the air and smiled. I took a few tentative whiffs, to try and figure out what was going on. It immediately put me on notice. There was a heavy odor that I recognized from my time with the newly changed. 

This man's only purpose in this place was to fuck me. He loomed over me as I sat at the table. There was something about his deep black eyes that told me he would take it, if he wanted to. He made a reach for me, and I slapped his hand away. He let out a hissing growl and snapped his teeth at me. I stood up and hissed right back at him. He smelled good. Really good. That didn't mean I would just let him have his way. I still had my pride, right?

Rousseau's voice sounded snide, 'Why not, cher. You've done it with so many men. Why not one more?'

Before I could respond to Rousseau, the man grabbed me while I was distracted and tried to kiss me. 

I turned my head, which made him incredibly mad for some reason. The man head butted me. He pretty much knocked me out. When I regained my senses, he was holding my arms over my head and trying to get inside of me. I growled and hissed at him, but there wasn't much I could do. He finally got his cock in me and rode me for a few moments and pulled out. 

He seemed satisfied with showing that he could get inside me. He got up and smiled at me. That smile was too much for me to handle. I jumped up and punched him. He hadn't been expecting me to respond in that way, because he let me punch him in the face again. I jumped up and sank my teeth into his shoulder. He screamed, as I felt my teeth tearing through muscle and sinew. 

I felt a glancing blow to the side of my head. I dropped off of him as he backed away. I felt my body shaking. I wanted to rip out his throat. I was going to see the color of his spleen.

'My queen. Remember the rules. You can not bleed out your mate.'

'He is not my mate!'

The loud speaker came alive again, "Why do you not submit to your mate, Ellen Beauvais?"

"You are not my mate," I spat at the man that stood clutching his shoulder.

"You refuse your designated mate?" The voice behind the loud speaker seemed confused.

"If he's it, I refuse him. I'd sooner die," I yelled for the unseen crowd to hear.

There seemed to be some sort of a scuffle for the microphone before I heard Rousseau's voice on the speaker, "Do you claim the right to choose your first mating partner?"

"I..." I felt like this was extremely unusual. The crowd started to grumble and protest. "I do!"

Rousseau spoke again, "Who do you choose?"

"I choose you, my lord. I choose Le Rousseau," I called out. I didn't know anyone else to name.

A strange silence descended over the people I couldn't see. The mate they chose for me was escorted out. The man was whining and complaining about his shoulder feeling numb. I didn't bite him that hard. It was just a puncture. I could have ripped a chunk out of him.

I was left under the light for a pretty long time, before the door opened again. He was a magnificent male specimen. His deep red hair fanned across his shoulders as he walked out into the light. His pale skin glowed as he stood proudly naked in front of me and all of the unseen masses. God, he was a big boy. 

He seemed to hesitate for a moment before he took me in his arms. He scanned my face. I wasn't sure what he was waiting for. He gave me a throaty rumble and kissed me. His tongue tangled with mine as I felt him grip my arms. He shoved me down to the ground and growled at me. 

I growled right back at him without a thought. He tried to kiss me again and I caught his lower lip between my teeth. He jumped away then gave me this strange sound. It seemed to be a mix between a growl and a laugh. It made me so hot.

Sebastian ran his hands over my body. When his hands came close enough to my mouth, I gave him a little bite. He seemed to enjoy that, because I felt his cock jump on my leg. He looked up at me and grunted, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Sebastian," I whispered as I moved my hips to make contact with his leg.

He smirked, "No, you're not, but I'm gonna help you, anyway."

He gripped my hip and pressed his penis at my hole. It just rested there outside of the entrance. He pressed gently, then more forcefully, until he gained entry. I spread my legs to try and make the burning go away. He breathed into my ear, "When I get you alone, it'll be better."

I wasn't sure what he meant, until he started to drill into me. It was so much force, I couldn't catch my breath. I forgot all about my little discomfort and focused on this big thing thrusting through my insides. I wrapped my legs around him and tried to keep up. He was moving deeper and deeper with every powerful stroke. He'd been holding back on me, just like Lucy. 

I could still feel that he wasn't completing his thrusts as he stretched me to my limits. I didn't feel his balls slapping my ass. There was more hanging outside of me. Sebastian grunted with a little shake of his ass and moved into me again. I was building up to a really forceful come and I think he knew it. 

He leaned back and smiled down at me as he pulled almost all of the way out. My pussy was quivering but not quite over the edge yet. He looked down at my pussy lips moving along his cock. I was trying desperately to get him back in there. He let out a low chuckle. 

He looked back up at me and I saw something flash across his eyes. It seemed like the snap of the shutter on a camera. Then, he plunged into the deep forceful thrusts again. My legs dropped from his back and my arms dropped like dead weight to the ground as my hips convulsed to accept what he was giving me. He made my eyes roll up into my head. 

I couldn't stop the arch of my back. He managed a few more deep thrusts before I felt myself going over the edge. He froze, deep inside me. I could feel my orgasm massaging his big, jerking dick. I was completely exhausted. Every nerve ending in my pussy was reacting to his sperm shooting deep inside me. I lay there with my eyes closed and my pussy clenching. I couldn't even close my mouth.

Rousseau slid out of me and massaged my stomach. He didn't say anything until my abdomen stopped tensing under his fingertips.

He lowered to kiss my ear, "Are you okay?"

All I could do was nod. My throat was so dry. I must have been screaming, but I don't remember.

The silence of the crowd was suddenly broken. A rolling howl seemed to race in waves around the ring.

"I think they approve of the match.," he smiled down at me as he ran his palm over my belly and up to capture one of my breasts. He turned away and stood up. He raised his hand above his head and the howling died down. "Can we please suspend with the rest of this nonsense? She took my seed. She lives. She is my queen."

I live. I wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean. Sebastian pulled me up to my shaking legs and supported me.

"We have one more introduction, then I can let you rest from the plane," he said as he led me out of the arena to a changing room. "You have to understand, if I waited, your reactions would not have been genuine." A man with oddly pointed ears offered Sebastian a robe. Rousseau snatched the robe away and placed it around my shoulders. He let out a series of grunts and growls to the attendant and donned a robe of his own.

He spoke as though he hadn't just fucked me silly, "There will be banquets and council meetings, when you've rested. I can go over some things about the elders that may be useful. As coregent, there will be many things that you will be asked to decide on. I'm sure you're curious. If you have questions, now would be the time."

I wanted to get some answers, but I wasn't sure of the questions, yet. "I live. What was that about?"

He dropped his head and waved away, "You lived. It should be self explanatory."

"What happened out there? I should be embarrassed. I did that in front of a bunch of people..."

He shushed, "It is the nature of things, here. You didn't seem to care. As a matter of fact, you seemed to be a bit more affectionate, this time."

"But..."

Rousseau raised his hand to stop me from talking, "But, nothing. You are their new queen. They would look on it as an honor to watch your next run." He smiled subtly as he guided me through a series of corridors. "If you want, I'll tell them to avert their eyes when I mount you over the breakfast table."

I think he was joking, but it didn't sit well with me. "Sebastian, I don't think..."

"At that point, you won't be thinking, love. You'll probably be too busy. That's how it is. This is our wing," he said as he nodded at a guard.

The man stared into my eyes. Rousseau let out a rolling growl and he dropped his head, as we walked to a wooden door. Rousseau opened the door to reveal a large elevator with a wide door on the other side. We got in and rode up to some high level in silence.




Dominic Ch. 27



As the wide doors opened, he said, "This is the guard station. You'll become acquainted with the men very quickly. They will become your shadow, along with your betas, from now on."

The floor was rough under my feet as I tried to see the walls of the room that we were in. He nodded to some shifty looking guys with gun belts and a rack of big long scary blades on the wall. I nodded at them and followed Rousseau to a little electric car. He opened the door and helped me get in. He got in himself, and we roared down what I think was a tunnel. I couldn't see the walls, but it felt like driving in a tunnel. There was a narrow road painted on the ground that he followed. There were turn offs with colored diamonds on the ground, but Rousseau didn't take any.

"Thank you for finally making the choice. You don't know how hard we try to keep to the tradition. The initiation is a long standing one. The next few tests, you would have sailed through, I'm sure, but I didn't want you to be too tired to meet her," he said as he finally turned onto one of those other roads.

'Her.'

Rousseau let out a little chuckle, 'Jealous, are we? You should be. I mated her several times. Sired two alphas and a somewhat adequate secondary sire with her. But, you mustn't challenge her. She is well past her prime, and I would have to side with her.'

"Hmmm." 'So, how many women do you have?'

Sebastian looked at me, and the electric car stopped with a jolt, "You are the only one for me." It sounded horribly cliché.

I pulled the robe closer to my breasts and spoke, "I can't believe you."

He got out of the car without responding to me. I saw a dimly lit elevator a few feet away. We rode up the elevator and were greeted by some stoic guards. They seemed to recognize Rousseau as a non-threat, but kept their eyes on me. I tried not to feel self-conscious as I was led through a series of corridors to a very dim room with curtains all around the walls. It hurt my eyes to try to pick out furniture in the room. A movement in the corner caught my attention.

"So," a frail voice seemed to confirm that I was looking in the correct direction, "this is the one. A rather slow conquest, wasn't she? Come closer, kid. Let me see Miriam's handiwork."

I walked forward into the dark. There was something tickling at my nose. It seemed to stick harder as she got closer.

The old woman grumbled, "You should have at least put up a little fight, like he hadn't been there before. Honestly. I've seen better matings on cable. And that last bit, the howl. Give it a rest. It couldn't have been that good. From where I sat, Sebastian's got a problem with giving himself fully. I mean, talk about a cock tease!"

I wasn't sure if the lady was wanting me to respond or not. I just stood there looking at this very old woman. This foul mouthed, dirty old woman.

"You're right, Sebastian, she's beautiful. A bit timid, though. How is she supposed to help the situation?"

The situation. I felt , more than saw, the woman shift her weight.

Sebastian's voice was shockingly close. I'd thought he was still standing near the door. "You'll see, madam. You see, she's alive. There is only one other that lasted this long, save Lucy. The other, she was on a ventilator by now."

I felt his bulk behind me move to one side. I heard a click and the lights went up to reveal a chair turned away from me. I moved around to see a billowing dress that covered the old woman up. It took me a moment to figure out where her face should be. The woman was lounging to the side. I nearly threw up. Half of her face was missing. The rotting corpse looked right back at me and said, "She can see it, can't she? She wouldn't look so scared, if she didn't."

The corpse raised up and looked at Sebastian, "I bet, she's got the bite, too. That's why you were happy."

I focused on the layers of fabric that covered her shoes so that I didn't have to look into the fetid hole.

Sebastian said as he pressed his hand against the old woman's rotting cheek, "This is the taint. The rats cause this when they choose to feed from our line. There are a few who can see it. I was hoping that you would be one of the few, but by your reaction, it isn't just a ghost image. The lucky ones only see a shadow of the true face. The rats carry a disease which they choose to pass as they feed. This vermin chose to do this to my mate, because they were aware of my circumstances."

"Your circumstances?" I took that opportunity to cover my eyes with my hands, but my nose didn't let me forget that there was this dying woman in the room.

Sebastian looked away from me, "When I reached my majority, I had been prepared and taught about the traditions. I accomplished my goals and qualified as an alpha on my first run. There was only one problem. My designated mate did not survive. My bite...our bites are rather unique."

The old woman chuckled, "Yes, and that isn't the only unique thing, is it Sebastian? I believe I was try number 6 or 7? It took him a good 10 years to get up the courage to court me, but I had this feeling about him."

I tried to pay attention as he continued, "The Council of elders is very aware of my circumstance and allowed me to intercede on your behalf. There is a situation that has been building within the clans. The rats have positioned themselves in a way to make it hard to unseat them. As the last century closed, they literally bled the wolves dry. The borne wolves were seen as good pets. The mature in the pack are mostly made wolves. They know and care nothing of the culture they have entered. Their offspring is less useful to the cause."

The cause. The way that he spoke, I knew he would explain more, later. However, I was still dwelling on the fact that he didn't tell me I could have died.

A notch eared female came in with a tray of drinks and carefully placed a goblet into the rotting hand of the dowager queen, before offering us the other drinks.

"You have to understand why you are so important," the old woman sat up straight in the chair and took a generous sip of the wine. 

"As a prime alpha, and Rousseau's mate, you are meant to be part of the council. The other groups may not be very happy about this. The vampires and the pack have been at war, yes. But, there are hybrids. I have a daughter who has risen far in the bat conclave. That does not mean that we are meant to coexist. You have shown your ability to see beyond the fade," the old woman smiled at me. "This is a trait that is not encouraged by the bats. It is not a natural trait of the pack, either. The Montrose line has kept to themselves for a reason."

Sebastian interjected, "My dear, she isn't ready ..."

"They've taken the sweet boy's mate. There is no better time," I saw the woman's empty eye narrow.

He seemed to acquiesce and moved to my side and took my hand. "You, my dear, are one of five surviving that we know of."

I asked sarcastically, "One of five?"

The old woman grumbled, "Michael Fortier is a hybrid, and therefore, you are a hybrid. As is your sister. Lucy was tested, years ago, when you were lost to us. ...and well. She did not see what you saw in me. I have been arranging unsanctioned matings between high ranking bitches and the Montrose for quite some time, in the hopes of finding a match for my Sebastian. It took quite a while to find just the right mating. You are the result of that mating."

I laughed nervously, "Yeah."

The woman snapped her fingers. "Understand this. It took me a good 70 years to find a line that was strong enough to take the necessary attentions. I had to do a great deal of research on genealogy, in order for you to exist. Imagine how angry I was when you disappeared."

The End... to be continued.



Dominic



I straddled his chest and gave his balls a squeeze. "Is that better?"

"Oh, God, yes," he said to my pussy.

His hands roamed over my ass and thighs as I continued giving him as much pleasure as I could. I felt one hand on my breast and then a finger inside me. I shook at the abruptness of his entry, and I let go of his cock long enough to blow on it. I felt him shiver under me, and I knew that's what he'd enjoy. I forced him to the back of my throat repeatedly and he whimpered loudly. I gripped his balls firmly and stroked what I couldn't get into my mouth as I went as fast as I could. He shivered and I felt his dick spasm in my mouth before his sperm flowed forcefully into my throat. It came out so fast that some of it leaked out of my mouth as I tried to swallow. I gently licked the head until he begged me to stop. The penis slowly softened and slid from my mouth. He squeezed my ass and said something, but the phone rang. Work! I answered the phone. It was Ron. My boss had called him to ask if I was sick. I said I'd slept through the alarm. He said I should get going then. I hung up. I just lied big time. Dominic looked at me and nodded. He kissed the sperm from my lips and chin.

"I better go then," he sighed.

He walked out into the hall and I watched his naked ass disappear under his pants. He looked back and reentered the room.

"I'm gonna corrupt you more, if it's the last thing I do, Mrs. Franklin," he proclaimed as he tossed my blouse at me. "Because, I want inside."

"I won't do this again, Dominic. I won't be back to the store."

"You'll be back. And if you're not. I'll just have to come and get you."

I watched as he backed out of the driveway and drove away. I covered my mouth with my hands and rushed to the bathroom. It took a lot of scrubbing to get his smell out of my nostrils. I finally got my head right enough to go to work. I stayed late to make up the time. I was just turning off the lights when the phone rang.

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"Yes, honey. I'm closing up now."

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Chapter 2: Coming soon. Things they are a changing for Ellen.



Dominican Girls For Haitian Men



The Dominican government is making global headlines again, and not in a good way. The international community condemns the decision of the Dominican government to expel thousands of Haitian immigrants from its territory. You can see the posts all over Facebook, people all over the world are calling out the Dominican Republic for its racism against the Haitian people. If they only knew.

There is a long history of conflict between Haitians and Dominicans, you see. A century ago, twenty thousand Haitians were slaughtered by the Dominican military during a purge. As the Dominican-Canadian wife of a Haitian immigrant and the mother of biracial sons, I can't fathom the hatred that Dominicans have for our Haitian brethren, with whom we share the island of Hispaniola. That's why I am protesting against the Dominican government's racism.

My name is Marianna Martinez, and I've got a story to share with you. A short, curvaceous, bronze-skinned, Black-haired, brown-eyed and feisty gal, that's me in a nutshell. I was born in the City of Toronto, Ontario, to Dominican immigrants Muriel and Jose Martinez. I have two older brothers, Roberto and Juan, whom I no longer speak to because they don't like the fact that I married a man of African descent. Oh, well. I had a decision to make and I chose my husband Stephen Louis and our sons Miguel and Lucas, thank you very much.

Seven years ago, if someone told me that I would be estranged from my family over loving a Black man of Haitian descent, I would have laughed. I came to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to attend Carleton University. A lot of people from the Greater Toronto Area have been moving to Ottawa because they're looking for a change of scenery. Me? I was born in the G.T.A. and found myself bored there, so I came to study in the City of Ottawa. Little did I know it was a decision that would change my life.

I was walking through the Carleton University Atrium when I was approached by a tall, dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome young man. In a French-inflected, deep and decidedly masculine voice, the brother asked me if I knew where the Tory Building was. I was new to the school but since I hang out on campus all the time, I was quite familiar with it even though I was a first-year student. Smiling, I offered to guide the brother to his destination. Thus I met Stephen Louis, the man destined to change my life.

Stephen thanked me once I showed him to the Tory Building, and asked for my name. I hesitated, then told him. We shook hands, I wished him good luck and walked away. As Stephen headed for the admin offices, I turned around and looked at him. Cute butt, I thought to myself, smiling as I returned to the Atrium. I'm a sucker for a guy with a nice ass and Stephen Louis has the cutest ass I've seen on a man since Wesley Snipes, that sexy Black American actor from the Blade film series. I've got a thing for brothers. Alright? 

I am a Latina who likes Black men, and I am not alone. It's something I largely keep to myself since we in the Dominican Republic aren't okay with interracial dating. Oops, I meant to say we aren't okay with interracial dating when the man is Black and the woman is of Latin descent. Latino guys with Black wives or Black girlfriends? Totally okay with us Dominicans. Still, since I was away from my family in Toronto, and nobody knew me in Ottawa, I might as well see what kind of trouble I can get into.

A lot of times, guys think that they are the ones actively pursuing us ladies while we passively wait for them. As if. I couldn't forget Stephen, the tall Haitian brother with the sinfully sexy ass, and looked for him on campus. I had brothers and white guys sniffing after my thick Latin derriere for a piece of my sugar, but I wasn't interested in these snowflakes or the local brothers. Besides, white guys don't do it for me and I'm not interested in Somali guys, since they're Muslim and I have no desire to leave my Catholic faith.

Nope, I wanted a piece of a certain Haitian brother. That's why I 'accidentally' bumped into Stephen Louis as the brother walked through the quad on his way to the campus library, one fine afternoon in late September. Stephen looked at me, smiled, and much to my relief, the brother remembered my name. I smiled and shook Stephen's hand, and then went with him to the library to "study". We just ended up sitting inside Starbucks, talking and flirting for the next two hours.

Stephen Louis is a fascinating man, that much I know. Still, I must admit the brother fascinated me from the get-go. A civil engineering major who won an international scholarship to Carleton University from the University of the West Indies, Stephen was ambitious and handsome. I like that in a man. My last relationship with a certain Somali dude named Ibrahim, back in Brampton, ended because the fool wasn't interested in going to college and he kept trying to convince me to embrace Islam. Thanks but no thanks. I'm a Latina. I like to have my fun. I like my womanly sensuality. Oh, and I'm way too feisty to become one of them obedient and repressed Muslim broads. I told Ibrahim to go fuck himself. As far as I know, the fool is still badmouthing me on Facebook and Twitter!

Stephen Louis is unlike anyone I've ever met. A church-going, hard-working and decent guy who was polite to a fault. I became determined to corrupt him. I get a kick out of corrupting religious guys. Stephen and I began hanging out, on campus at first, then out of it. We went to the Silver City movie theater in the east end of Ottawa and watched the movie The Family That Preys. I'm a big fan of Tyler Perry, something which surprised Stephen. I am full of surprises, if that lad only knew!

My initial plan was to seduce Stephen, have my way with him and then move on. What? Does my plan surprise you? Women enjoy casual sex too. I just didn't count on falling in love with Stephen. We were walking around the Rideau Center one night when one of them racist bus drivers acted rude toward me, and that's the first time I saw Stephen get mad. The brother got in the driver's face and threatened to kick his ass. I wasn't expecting that. Stephen has always been friendly, polite and easygoing. I had no idea the Haitian stud had such fire in his blood. That's sexy!

I thanked Stephen for his chivalry, and the Haitian brother smiled and walked me home. As we stood in front of my apartment, I did something which surprised us both. I stood on my tippy toes ( I'm mad short, only five-foot-four, and Stephen is like six-foot-something ) and planted a kiss on Stephen's full, sexy lips. Much to my surprise, Stephen pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately. Thus we shared our first kiss. After an epic night. How cool was that?

That night, as I lay on my bed, I was smiling from ear to ear. I fell asleep with naughty thoughts of my Haitian prince, Stephen Louis, civil engineering apprentice and church-goer. I think that's when I started to fall in love with Stephen. We began dating earnestly afterwards, and my life began to change. Stephen took me to the Haitian church he attends, located in downtown Ottawa, and much to my surprise, I was made welcome. 

Slowly but surely, I began to see a different side to the Haitian people. To us Dominicans, they're a dirty people, invaders and creeps. Stephen opened my eyes, and I began to reject the prejudice that most Dominicans feel toward the Haitian people. The Haitians I met in Canada, whether rich, middle-class or poor, were friendly, hard-working and God-fearing. Stephen began teaching me Haitian Creole, and I fell in love both with his native tongue and Haitian cuisine. These people's food is frigging delicious, you hear?

Speaking of delicious, I will never forget the night Stephen Louis and I made love for the first time. We went to watch the Will Smith movie Seven Pounds at Silver City, our favorite theater, and afterwards, we stopped at a Haitian restaurant called Soleil Des Iles in Vanier, and ate. We went to Stephen's place on Donald Street, and sat on the couch, watching music videos. I leaned against Stephen and listened to his strong, steady heartbeat.

Stephen looked at me, smiled and kissed me on the forehead. I looked at him, and found myself aching for his touch. Stephen smiled and wrapped his arms around me. We kissed, and next thing I know, we were getting busy. Stephen laid me on his couch after undressing me, and made love to me. I sighed happily as Stephen licked my tits, caressed my round little belly, and then kissed his way down to my pussy.

I moaned softly as Stephen buried his face between my legs, and began eating my pussy like a hungry man. Stephen definitely knows his way around the female body. I should have known that this church dude was freaky...all church guys are! Stephen pleasured me, sticking his tongue into my pussy while teasing my clit with his fingers. Soon I found myself crying out in pleasure, orgasmic for the first time. The Haitian stud blew me away on his first try!

Stephen took me to cloud nine, folks. Once I calmed down, I smiled at him and reached for his hard, thick member. I noticed that Stephen was uncut, like so many guys from the islands. Some women are turned off by uncut men. I'm a Latina, and uncut men are my favorite. I knelt before Stephen and took his dick into my mouth. Stephen sighed happily as I sucked him off, and when he came, I tasted his masculine seed, which was hot and salty. Can you say yummy?

Afterwards, Stephen and I made love passionately. The Haitian brother rolled a condom on his dick, and we got busy. Stephen put me on all fours, smacked my thick ass, and then thrust into me. I gasped as Stephen's thick dick invaded my pussy. I pressed my ass against Stephen's groin, driving his dick deeper inside of me. Stephen put his hands on my hips and slammed his dick into me. I screamed passionately as Stephen fucked me, and the brother didn't let up until I tapped out, overwhelmed by his passionate sexing, two hours later.

Stephen Louis and I fell asleep in each other's arms. There's something sweet about waking up next to someone you love. The next morning, there was no awkwardness. Stephen and I kissed, and he made breakfast, and we ate together. Omelet, bacon, buttered bread, and steaming coffee with a ton of sugar inside. We're Caribbean people, and like it sugary. Stephen and I showered together and then, hand in hand, we stepped out of his place and caught the bus to school.

I won't bore you with the grisly details, but once Stephen and I went public, my family went nuts. I am a natural-born citizen of Canada, but I can't escape my Dominican heritage. My family is racist, and they lost it when they found out that I had fallen in love with a young Haitian man. The fact that Stephen is a church-going, decent and gentlemanly guy who's in university and going places didn't matter to them. To my family, the fact that Stephen is Haitian makes him the enemy. 

When Stephen's parents, Joanne and Francois Louis came from Haiti to visit him for Christmas vacation, they were really friendly towards me. I had tears in my eyes when Stephen's aged mother hugged me. Stephen apparently told them a lot about me. That's when I made my decision. I love Stephen so much that life without him would be meaningless. Thus, Stephen's family became my family. I refused to give Stephen up. My Dominican family disowned me.

I won't lie to you and say that I didn't have any second thoughts. I missed my family sorely. I missed the Latino church I used to attend in Toronto. Still, I made my decision. Stephen was very patient and understanding, and stood by me every step of the way. In 2012, Stephen graduated from Carleton University with a bachelor's degree in civil engineering. I graduated with my bachelor's degree in Nursing. Stephen got a job with Hydro Ottawa, and I began working at the Civic Campus of the Ottawa Hospital. 

Stephen and I began our new life together. The road was bumpy but in the end, everything worked out alright. We got married a year later, and had twins. Now I have a new family. I've embraced my husband Stephen, our sons, our new life together, and the wonderful and welcoming Haitian culture. I am fluent in Haitian Creole now. I attend the same Haitian church which Stephen first brought me to. Hell, I'm the choir director! Life is good, and I thank God for His blessings. 



Dominican Showdown



Twilight had set over the remote Puntacana resort beach on the Dominican Republic's southern coast, where the boyish, baking body of the young American tourist, Danny, had been staked out on a beach lounge under a palm tree all day. He watched the berry-brown Dominican beach attendant, all hulky muscle and graceful movement tidy up the beach area for the night. This didn't take long; it wasn't an onerous task in the off season when very few occupied the small vacation bungalows dotted around at the top edges of the small semicircular, pristine white sand beach of the cove. While the beach attendant worked, he frequently let his eyes stray to the stretched out, provocatively posed, and perfectly proportioned body of the American, the last resort vacationer remaining on the beach.

Danny turned onto his belly on the lounge bed and looked up toward the nearest bungalow, where the lights had just gone on. He sighed as he felt the strong hands at the waistband of his Speedo, and the suit being slipped down over his slim legs. A warm, naked, hard-muscled body lowered on him, stretching out on top of him. He let his arms dangle over the sides of the chaise lounge, his knuckles dragging in the sand on either side of it as the man above him turned Danny's head to the side with a hand on his cheek and took his mouth in a kiss. The small American, his body dwarfed by the massive muscularity of the Dominican, moaned with the feel of the cock head dragging on the small of his back. Coaxed by the touch of a hand, he spread his thighs apart. The beach attendant's cock, already half hard, dropped into the crevice between Danny's thighs, the upper side of it rubbing, rubbing, rubbing across Danny's puckering hole as the young man started to pant in response to the dry fuck.

A beefy arm laced under his waist and coaxed him up on his knees, as the Dominican's weight shifted. He no longer was lying on Danny's back. He was somewhere below Danny on the lounge. Danny grunted and gasped and spread his thighs farther as a hand encased his engorging cock and a wet tongue went to - and into - his hole. He raised his arms above his head and grasped the top of the lounge. His eyes turned toward the foliage beyond the top of the lounge, toward the terrace of the bungalow with the lights on inside. There was another light, the glow of a cigarette, and the silhouette in the advancing dark of a figure sitting on the terrace.

Danny tried to stifle his moans and groans as his cock was pulled through his legs and a mouth swallowed it and a tongue ran up and down the sides of the shaft. He gave a little cry as the lips closed tightly over his bulb and the tongue darted into his piss slit. A thumb was buried deep in his hole, slowly moving in and out, opening him up to the shafting that soon was to follow, seeking and finding his prostate with its pad.

"Oh, yes, yes, fuck yes. Fuck me, fuck me," Danny murmured, knees trembling and slowly rotating his hips with the attention being applied to his cock and prostate. He was trying to be quiet. The glowing cigarette was just yards away. But he involuntarily cried out as the beach attendant rose up over him, crouched over his buttocks, grasped his hips with strong hands, and slid his cock into a shimmering channel, open to him and begging for his touch.

The fuck was a long one. The beach attendant was young and virile and had great stamina - and no doubt had been thinking of this encounter since earlier in the afternoon when the two had established the twilight assignation. After doggy fucking Danny for several minutes, he turned the young American on his back, slid in between his thighs, grabbed Danny's ankles and raised and wishboned Danny's legs. As the Dominican thrust his shaft back inside the moist, now-gaping hole, Danny arched his back and panted and moaned. Danny was fucked hard and fast to the Dominican's first ejaculation. After the beach attendant had come, he moved down the lounge, pulled the spent condom off his cock and dropped it to the sand at the side of the lounge. He then lowered his mouth on Danny's cock and palmed Danny's pecs, worrying the young man's nipples, until Danny too had come.

The beach attendant moved back up Danny's body and they kissed, both enjoying the taste of Danny's warm cum. They lay thus closely embraced and moving their bodies against each other in a desultory fashion until Danny could feel the beach attendant going hard again. Danny was doing so as well. The Dominican went up on his knees between Danny's spread thighs and Danny narrowed his eyes in pleasure at the beautifully molded, berry-brown torso of his "For now" lover. He moaned at seeing the thickness of the man's cock, the cock that had just been inside his channel, expertly working him. The beach attendant smiled down at him, Danny watched as the Dominican slowly rolled on another condom.

Exhibiting both his strength and his control over the small, lithe-bodied Danny, the Dominican grasped Danny by the waist and raised his body in the air, over his, while he moved to stretch out his own legs toward the top of the lounge. Slowly he lowered Danny's body, Danny's knees going to the outer sides of the beach attendant's thighs and his face coming down to the Dominican's, where their mouths met in another long, lingering, tongue-possessing kiss.

"Perfect body, so small and perfect," the Dominican muttered as they came out of the kiss. "Such an amazing hole, first very tight and then opening right up. I didn't think it could, but it opened right up for me. You have taken many men, haven't you? That turns me on. And you are so flexible and graceful. Are you a dancer?"

"More in the line of an actor, I think you'd say," Danny answered, and then, with heavy breathing, "And yes, I have taken many men. Of those, you are one of the best. You have fucked many men too, I'll wager."

"And women too. It's part of the resort service."

"Fuck me again," Danny whimpered. "Just keep on fucking me."

Danny grasped and positioned the Dominican's cock while his own pelvis was being lowered to the Dominican's, and he lowered his channel on the shaft. Demonstrating his full acceptance, Danny leaned back and grabbed his ankles in his fists and fucked himself on the hard shaft as the Dominican laid back on the lounge and, smiling, arms crossed behind his neck, his muscular chest puffed out and heaving, watched Danny gyrate his body and ride the cock. After a few minutes the Dominican reached down with both hands and worked Danny's cock.

This time Danny came first.

The Dominican raised his torso up, grasped Danny's sides under his armpits, thumbs stroking Danny's nipples, and Danny arched his torso back over the upper section of the lounge and let his arms dangle at his sides and his head arch back, completely relaxed in his torso and his legs, every ounce of his energy and focus going to his channel and that thick, hard cock reaching up inside him. Again, the beach attendant resumed fucking Danny's channel with slow, forward and back, movements of his hips. Danny willed his channel muscles to undulate over the cock, to squeeze it and release it, squeeze it and release it. And with a jerk and deep-throated phrases of passion in Spanish, the Dominican ejaculated.

Alone, laying on his belly, panting and cooling down, listening to the waves lapping up on the beach and the breeze whispering through the palm branches, Danny raised his head and looked up at the nearby beach bungalow. The lights inside had moved to a different room. But the figure was still sitting on the terrace, the smolder of the lit end of the cigarette moving back and forth.

Danny turned and stretched like a cat on the lounge; raised his knees up, with his feet flat on the surface of the lounge; spread his thighs; and moaned quietly as he stroked his cock. His head was hanging over the top of the lounge, and his eyes were staring toward the foliage above him, picking out and following the movement of the cigarette tip.

The cigarette arced out over the terrace of the bungalow, landing in a planter, and Danny held his breath as he discerned the movement of a darker, bulky shadow rising from the patio chair in the darkness enveloping the bungalow patio. But then he heard the closing of a door and all was silent from the terrace. Danny's hand dropped away from his cock. He sat up on the side of the lounge and gathered up his beach items, looking up the beach toward his own bungalow.

* * * *

Danny was already stretched out on his "claimed" lounge under the palm tree on the resort beach in mid morning when a couple came out of the bungalow closest to him and moved to side-by-side lounges farther along the beach but close enough that Danny could hear that they were speaking when they did so but not their specific words. He watched them over the top of his sunglasses and a paperback novel held near his face as they laid out their towels and other beach paraphernalia.

They were a couple that would arrest most anyone's attention, so it wasn't notable that Danny would be scrutinizing them closely. They were mismatched. She was somewhat of a mousey woman, probably in her early forties, who was losing the battle of weight and didn't seem to know it. She was trying to wear a bikini and not pulling the effort off very well. Dishwater blonde hair, skittish movements, facial expressions that changed moods frequently, and a whine that Danny could hear from where he sat. She wasn't bad looking, just tired looking, nervous and giving off an air of defeat. She was on the beach to swim and went to the water, up to her knees, but no farther, almost as soon as they had reached their lounge chairs.

The man, in contrast, clearly wasn't there to swim. He was bare-chested, but wearing baggy shorts, and Danny doubted he was planning on swimming with the Smith and Wesson M&P 9 mm and holster buckled at his waist. From his attitude, he was there to continuously scan the beach, his eyes stopping for a lingering moment to focus on Danny with each sweep.

He was a mismatch with the woman in nearly every way he could be. He probably was in his late twenties or early thirties, was movie star handsome, gave off an aura of confidence and capability - and all business - and quite evidently was a serious bodybuilder. Whereas his body was a temple, the woman's was a 7-Eleven convenience store.

It was very hard for Danny to see these two as a couple. He continued to watch them both as surreptitiously as he could, while the woman waded around aimlessly and rather listlessly in the surf, flinching at any sound other than the cawing birds, rustling palm leaves, and lapping waves, and the man finally settled in to a wary seated position on one of the lounges. He slowly relaxed a bit while keeping an eagle eye on the woman broken by occasional scans of the rest of the activity on the beach - of which there wasn't much - and began chain smoking cigarettes.

After a while his eyes were going to Danny almost as often as to the woman in the surf, and Danny was doing all he could in posing in his skimpy Speedo on his lounge to encourage the scrutiny. The man was a real hunk, and the glances Danny devoted to the gun on the man's hip sent him into flights of fancy on the other gun he was packing. The shorts were baggy and the leg holes drooped, so that Danny fancied that he almost . . . almost . . . could see far enough up the curve of the heavily muscled thighs to see the hint of a cock bulb.

Almost imperceptibly Danny turned to his side, facing the man and, as he pretended to read his paperback novel, drank in the man's bulging pecs and ripped six pack through his sunglass lenses while his free hand glided over his sweat-glistened body. It wasn't long before Danny was rewarded with seeing the man's hand drop to his crotch. He was studiously not directly looking at Danny, but Danny knew that the man was watching him as surreptitiously as Danny was watching the man.

It almost seemed like the man was poised to rise and come over to Danny's lounge when the woman came out of the surf, dried herself off with a towel, said something to the man, and they returned to their bungalow.

Danny rose from his lounge then as well and walked in a graceful half-strut across the sand toward his own cabin, being fully aware that the man had come out onto the terrace of the bungalow and was standing there, smoking a cigarette, and watching Danny walk away.

That afternoon and evening it was like the paths of the couple and Danny were continuously crossing. In the afternoon, Danny went into the small village outside the gates of the resort to view the handicraft stalls, and the couple was doing the same thing. When Danny went to the resort's beach bar for a drink afterward, the couple already was there. The two were perched on barstools, side-by-side, although leaving the impression they weren't together, she morose and he observant, not saying much of anything to each other. They certainly weren't honeymooners, as anyone watching them for any length of time could tell.

Back in the village for an early dinner, both the couple and Danny had selected the same restaurant. The woman's eyes were darting everywhere while she ate, but Danny and the man mostly stole glances at each other.

Shortly after dark, Danny was back on his lounge, riding the cock of the beefy Dominican bartender who had been serving them drinks that afternoon. The Dominican laid on his back stretched out on the lounge, the palms of his hands fanned out on Danny's pecs as, facing the bartender, Danny crouched on his haunches on the man's cock and leaned his torso back with his hand's gripping his ankles. He was slightly raised off the man's crotch to give the Dominican room to fuck up into his channel.

Danny was moaning and moving his hips to meet the Dominican's thrusts, but his gaze was directed toward the fringe of the beach, where a figure was sitting, in the dark, on the terrace of the couple's bungalow and smoking cigarettes.

When Danny arrived at one of the village restaurants for lunch the next day, the couple was already there. But the man leaned over and said something to the woman, after which he took money out of his wallet and they both left the restaurant even though their food was only half eaten. The Smith and Wesson was still strapped to his waist. It was there every time Danny saw the couple.

Danny's own meal was only half eaten as well when two local policemen entered the restaurant, walked up to his table and politely but firmly requested that Danny accompany them to the local police station. There he was taken to a small interrogation room furnished with a wobbly wooden table and three chairs, one on one side of the table and two on the other. A large mirror was set in one wall, where the single chair faced. Danny was asked to sit in the single chair.

After a wait of nearly an hour sitting there all by himself, two men entered the room - an older-looking policeman and the man from the resort. They sat in the chairs opposite Danny, and the man opened a pouch he'd brought with him and had laid on the table and took Danny's passport; hotel reservation printouts for here and the Cayman Islands, where he next was booked at a beach resort; and plane tickets out of the pouch and laid them on the table.

"You've been in my bungalow," Danny said. "Those were in a locked safe."

"Yes, Mr. Wilson," the body-builder hunk with the gun on his hip said. "The local police are cooperating with me. It doesn't take much in the Dominican Republic to obtain permission to search someone's home. You have been paying a bit too much attention to me and the woman I'm with - enough to have raised questions why that was so."

"It's a small resort and off season," Danny said. "I didn't know that there were restrictions on where I could go just because you and your wife would be there too."

"She's not my wife," the man shot back. But then it seemed from the expression on his face as if he had said something he shouldn't have, and he regathered his approach. The policeman sat stoically beside him, arms crossed, saying nothing, quite possibly understanding little other than that there must be some reason for him to be cooperating with this other tourist.

Danny thought of asking the man - or the policeman - by what authority he was questioning Danny's activities, but he thought better of it and just waited for the man's next move, watching his face with a mixture of amusement and lack of worry.

"We are here for our privacy. I am, you might say, the woman's bodyguard, and I have to be very careful who shows interest in us."

"You've been in my bungalow. You've gone through my things," Danny repeated, gesturing at his documents that the man had laid out on the table.

"Yes, sorry."

"Did you find anything that would make you suspicious that I wasn't just here on a vacation?" Danny asked.

"No, we didn't. But you have been watching the woman closely. Can you say why?"

"I wasn't watching the woman," Danny said, giving the bodyguard a level, direct stare. "I was watching you."

"Watching me?" the man said, nonplused and surprised at the comment. "Whatever for?"

"I suspect - I hope - for the same reason you have been sitting and smoking on the terrace of your bungalow the last two nights and watching me - and what I was doing."

The three sat and stared at each other for more than a minute. Only the policeman seemed not to understand what was being said - and his English probably was very limited anyway.

"Tell me that I'm wrong," Danny said. "Tell me you haven't been watching me - and listening - with special interest."

Another pause of staring and then the man leaned over and said something to the policeman in Spanish. The policeman nodded, rose from the table, and left the room. The bodyguard also got up from the table, walked over to the door to the corridor, and closed and locked it from the inside. This was his one and only intentional act in that first coupling.

They fucked with the man standing with his back against the wall beside the mirror. Danny did most of the work. The man had clearly wanted to fuck Danny, but he struggled with the propriety of doing so, especially right there in the police station, until Danny seduced him with entreaties of need and with clever initiation of groping, moaning, kissing, stroking, begging, heavy breathing, and cock sucking - all out of view of the mirrored window in one wall.

Danny forced a position that the man could not resist and did not have to take responsibility for. Danny had his fists locked behind the man's neck and was draped on the front of the bodyguard, who, shorts down around his ankles but Smith and Wesson still buckled on a belt at his waist, was palming and spreading Danny's butt cheeks to give his cock maximum penetration of Danny's channel. Danny's legs were bent with his feet flat against the wall and out wide at the level of the man's waist, giving him the aspect of a crab attached to the man's pelvis. He used his feet for leverage. Taking full charge, Danny pumped his channel on the man's long and thick cock. Danny provided the Golden Ticket condom, Danny provided the opportunity, Danny provided the sensual touch, and, in the clutch, Danny provided the pumping action on the cock.

Until he was completely lost to Danny, and the irresistible need for him, the man was given no opportunity to withdraw from the brink of the abyss. What he did that night was, at least in his mind, a compensation for his lack of control and dominance earlier, letting a small, boyish-looking man dominate a macho, hulking dude like him. It became a matter of pride to reassert dominance.

That night after the resort's pool boy fucked Danny on the lounge under the tree and had gone, Danny rose from the lounge and walked over to the terrace of the neighboring bungalow. The bodyguard, naked, was sitting in a patio chair and smoking a cigarette. As Danny approached, he flicked his cigarette into a planter and raised and spread his arms, pulling Danny into an embrace as, facing him, the young man straddled the arms of the patio chair and lowered his channel on the man's erect, already-sheathed cock.




Dominican Slut: Ass Fucked



Summary: Proud teen shy nerd turned into a submissive ass cum slut. 

Note: This is dedicated to the real Johnathan and Elizabeth who inspired the story. The entire back story is based on real events...the plotlines themselves are real fantasies of the lovely couple.  

Note 2: Thanks goamz86, Mike, Robert, and Wayne for editing this story. 

Warning: Like my novella 'Deconstructing the Professor', this story will use racially inappropriate words to create the vivid, authentic race based story that has been requested. If words like 'nigger' and 'spic' offend you, please don't read further. 

This story is the beginning of a lengthy multi-chaptered story of a Dominican woman who, no matter how hard she tries, can't break free from the racial stereotypes that she is trying to disprove; instead, she ends up living them. 

***** 

Dominican Slut: Ass Fucked 

As I lick white sorority girl pussy while simultaneously getting ass fucked by white frat boy cock, my big, masculine, black husband is getting pegged by an eighteen year old blonde sorority sister and sucking her white boyfriend's cock. I can't help but reflect on the long and winding journey that put me and my black husband in this predicament. 

I was the one who was supposed to break free from generations of stereotypes and become successful...to fit into and live the American dream... yet I ended up just like my cousins and the generations before me: a servant to a privileged white people.  

This is my story... 

I was a senior in high school, earning straight A's and already accepted into a dozen elite colleges, when it began rather innocently. 

I had a day off from school for teacher development, so I went to help my mom as a maid for the day. My mom, a single mother, worked her ass off as a maid for me to get an education and so it wasn't out of the ordinary for me to help her on days when I didn't have school. 

I had just turned eighteen and was cleaning an upstairs bathroom on my knees, cleaning a toilet in a ridiculously big eight bedroom home when I heard a guy behind me say, "That is one nice bubble ass." 

Being Latina, an ass compliment was one of the best complements I could get. 

I kept working, having been told by Mom many times to ignore the employers unless asked a direct question. I could feel his eyes on me as I worked, but I just kept doing my job. 

An hour later, Mom was still working, later than expected, and I had a study session to go to. Vaughn, that was the guy's name, offered to drive me to the library. 

Although I found it uncomfortable, as I wasn't use to getting into vehicles with boys, never mind a complete stranger, Mom agreed, saying he was a nice boy (albeit four years older than me and in his last year of college). 

Vaughn was incredibly sweet, completely complimenting how pretty I was for my age and how he couldn't believe I was still a high school student. He even put his hand on my leg and I didn't move it, enjoying the attention I was getting from a very good looking college student. When we arrived at the library, he got my beeper number (yes, I am that old) and told me he would give me a buzz. 

I was giddy with excitement and, of course, gave him my number. I then eagerly waited for him to call... as he did a few days later (which felt like years). 

He took me to a movie, holding my hand for most of it and then putting his hand on my leg during the last part of the movie... his hand slowly slid under my skirt and eventually moved to my slightly damp panties. 

He whispered, "Your pussy is really wet." 

I moaned slightly, having never had another person touch my vagina before. 

I felt both ashamed and turned on at the same moment. I had promised to remain a virgin until marriage (a promise to Mom and myself...also a matter of pride as my cousins were all already parents at very young ages, back home in the Dominican Republic). I was determined to break the generations old stereotypes of young pregnancies and menial labour jobs. 

He continued slowly teasing me for the rest of the movie, making me a muddled mess. I had never had a boy touch me, and I was surprised at how different it felt than when I did it myself. I read somewhere that Dominican girls have a higher sex drive than many other races and, although I had no clue if that was true (I'd love to read the professional research on that), I was often horny and daily found myself getting off with my fingers, or my newest accessory...my hair brush. 

Once the movie was done, he took my hand, his fingers slightly damp, and led me back to his car. 

As soon as we were seated, he took my hand and placed it directly on his very hard cock and said, "Look what you've done to me." 

I felt flattered. I had gotten him hard without really doing anything. He actually found me, a high school student, attractive. Now don't get me wrong, I had a few high school boys hitting on me, but this was a college boy, or rather, a college man, and he was white. 

I know race shouldn't matter, but like it or not, whites ran society and I wanted to be a major player in society. Plus, at my school, whites hung out with whites, Mexicans with Mexicans, blacks with blacks and, of course, Latinas with Latinas (and in my school even more specifically Dominicans with Dominicans, Puerto Ricans with Puerto Ricans, etc) ...it was just the way it was, the way it always had been, and likely the way it always will be. That's not racism, that's just the way to things are. 

I couldn't help it. I gave it a hard squeeze, curious what a penis really felt like. 

He groaned, "Why don't you pull it out and take a closer look at your impact on me?" 

"Here?" I asked, because we were sitting in the theatre parking lot. 

"My windows are tinted, sexy, no one can see inside," he smiled, his charming smile almost impossible to refuse. 

Hearing him call me 'sexy', wanting to make him happy and wanting to see his penis up close, I did exactly as he suggested. 

I'm not sure what I expected it to look like, but it was just so long, thick and hard. I immediately pondered what something so long and thick would feel like inside my vagina; I just as quickly shook the thought out of my head, determined to stay a virgin until after college and hopefully until marriage. 

I gently stroked it, amazed at how incredibly hard it was. He moaned. "Go ahead, beautiful, take a closer look." 

Again I did, in complete awe of the one appendage he had that I didn't. I stared at it with the same awe I did when looking at specimens under a microscope. 

"You got me all revved up, sweetheart," he moaned, using flattering words like 'beautiful' and 'sweetheart', which naturally pulled me closer to him... instilling an unspeakable desire to please him. 

So, when he said the next words, I didn't even hesitate. "Go ahead, angel, take it in your mouth." 

I opened up wide and took his thick penis head in my mouth, again surprised by the feeling in my mouth, soft and hard at the same time... a strange oxymoron. 

Completely inexperienced, I wasn't sure what to do next. I swirled my tongue around his top and sucked it like a lollipop. 

"Bob on it, baby," he groaned, his hand going to the back of my head and gently guiding me down onto his cock. 

I again obeyed, bobbing up and down, taking more and more of his penis with each downward movement. His soft moans and groans encouraged me, and I wanted nothing more than to please him. 

It wasn't long, likely no more than a minute, before I was surprised again when he came in my mouth. I gagged, moving up and watching as his penis sprayed his white goo all over my blouse. 

He apologized with a slight laugh, "Sorry, your mouth was just so amazing." 

I looked up at him and admitted, "I never did that before." 

"Wow," he smiled, "well, then you're a natural." 

"Thanks," I giggled like the school girl I was, thrilled to be able to please a college man. Looking at my cum-covered blouse, I added, "I think I'd better clean this off before I get home." 

"Why don't you just go back into the theatre and use the washroom," he suggested. 

"Good idea," I nodded, even though I was petrified of someone seeing me with white sticky stuff on me. 

I went back in, using my arm to cover the biggest wet spot. Yet, absurd but true, I felt that everyone I passed saw the sperm and was judging me as just another Dominican slut. My face burned, as if the sperm was my very own scarlet letter, as I scurried to the washroom. 

I quickly cleaned it up, even as the aftertaste of the cum that had landed in my mouth lingered. 

My body was swarming with mixed emotions. I felt dirty and cheap, I felt like a slut...giving a guy head after one date. Yet, I also felt beautiful and wanted... like a woman and not a silly teenager. 

He beeped me a few days later and this time took me out for ice cream and again expected me to give him head in his car. I had made up my mind that I wouldn't do it again, but, with a little smooth talk from him, I was again bobbing on his penis. 

This time though, he ordered, "Swallow it all," just seconds before he shot his seed in my mouth. 

Although I gagged a bit, I did swallow almost all of it, before spitting a bit out. 

He said, "If you really loved me, you wouldn't spit out my gift for you." 

Now, in retrospect, I know those words were ludicrous and he was just using me, but at the time I had my first boyfriend, a college boyfriend, and it made perfect logical sense to me. 

Apparently, I was a brilliant young woman academically, but rather gullible and silly in the world of relationships, something I knew nothing about. 

Over the next couple of months, he would beep me once or twice a week (sometimes for a date, other times just for a blow job) and I always sucked his penis and always swallowed his cum. 

As time went on, he began to make me call my vagina, which he occasionally fingered, a pussy or cunt, both words I had never spoken before knowing him, and I was to call his penis a cock or dick. Slowly, he made the romantic intimacy of sucking his penis, into something dirty. Yet, I began to believe I was a dirty girl, a girl who would suck a penis at a moment's notice and in a variety of places: in a movie theatre, in a washroom at a gas station, outside in bushes right near a children's park, and even in my backyard while my parents were inside watching television. 

As I bobbed on his dick in my backyard, always obeying him with a little persuasion, I was terrified my parents would come out and see their proud Latina daughter on her knees sucking a throbbing, big, white dick. Yet, that fear of being caught also turned me on completely. 

Each blow job in a risky place created intense fear inside me, but also intense euphoria at the risk I was taking. 

Every night, I ended up fucking myself to orgasm, horny as hell and desperate to get off, as he never once actually finished the fire he would light. 

It was in my backyard, one great summer night, that he surprised me by pulling out and shooting his cum all over my shocked face as he grunted, "Take my cum, my little slut." 

It was the first time he had used any term that wasn't endearing and yet, inexplicably, the term actually turned me on. I felt my face get coated with cum, surprised by how warm it was on my skin, a feeling I didn't get when it was shot in my mouth. 

When he was done spewing his load all over me, he said, "I've always wanted to do that." 

"Well, I feel like a complete cum slut," I replied, somehow needing to call myself a slut. 

"Yes, you are my pretty cum slut," he nodded, shoving his dick back in my mouth, as I mused about the strange oxymoronic compliment 'pretty cum slut'. 

Over the next couple of weeks, each load ended up on my face, which both humiliated and excited me. I loved pleasing him, yet I could feel a sudden shift in him from romantic and sweet to dominant. The feeling of having his cum on my face turned me on, as did his nasty tongue calling me his cum slut or personal cocksucker. 

Yet, even though I could feel the shift in our relationship, I was blind to its dominant unequal representation. It wasn't give and take, it was give and give for me and take and take for him. 

It was at his house where the inevitable happened. He wanted to fuck me. He had fingered me multiple times, but had never gone down on me nor attempted to fuck me. 

I protested, telling him that I believed that intercourse was for marriage and that I didn't want to get knocked up. 

He scoffed, saying it wasn't intercourse or making love, it was fucking and that once I did it I would want it all the time. Based on my many slut cousins and friends back home, I believed him and it actually doubled my resolve to refuse... even if it took all my willpower. 

He then said, "Well, what about taking it in your beautiful, luscious ass?" 

My eyes went wide, the idea having never even remotely popped into my head. 

He rationalized, "You would still be a virgin and you couldn't get pregnant." 

Although this logic was ridiculous, it appealed to me. I wanted to please him; I wanted to show him I loved him; and I sure didn't want to lose him, my popularity at high school had also risen since I was dating a college man. 

So, I agreed rather tentatively, "We can try it." 

And we did. 

And, fuck, did it hurt at first. 

His cock was so thick that I could literally feel myself being split into two. We used lube, lots of lube, but it didn't numb the pain, all it did was make the impossible possible. 

As he filled me, I didn't want to show my pain so I clenched my teeth and just dealt with the intense discomfort. 

He groaned, "Shit, you have the tightest ass I've ever had." 

It made me wonder how many others he had ass fucked, and it definitely dampened my feelings as I wanted to feel that I was giving him something special. 

Eventually, he was all in and began slowly moving in and out. Although the pain never completely dissipated, a pleasure did eventually build, creating a subtle enjoyment. I also really enjoyed being on all fours, a submissive position that allowed me to be completely at the whim of him. It was a position I really liked. 

He came in my ass and thus started his new favourite sex act, ass-fucking me. Over time, I began to enjoy taking it in my ass for a few reasons: 

1. I loved the submission and complete vulnerability of it... giving my most taboo hole to him. 

2. The idea of fucking turned me on, as did the motion (even though I kept to my promise to not lose my virginity, at least not my vaginal virginity). Over time, I began to bounce back on his thick cock, in essence riding his cock. 

3. I loved the sensation that came over me when he shot his load inside my ass. 

4. But mostly, although I couldn't explain it and it completely shamed me when I wasn't in the heat of the moment, I liked that he began treating me like a slut and using race play. He would call me his Spic slut (his favourite term), but he also had a list of other terms like ass maid, cum bucket, and Latina whore. 

Somehow these turned me on, as did his constant reminder that I was just a Spic slut who worshipped his white dick... which was completely true, I would do almost anything to have his white dick in my mouth or ass. 

As for the racial degrading... I had never liked men of my race or colour, always being attracted to white men or black men, being, I suppose, a bit of a racist myself when it came to sex. I also was determined, as I mentioned earlier, to not end up just another pregnant Dominican maid living in America. 

He'd ream my ass, he loved fucking me deep and hard, and, in truth, I loved it deep and hard too (I blame him for the fact that I only enjoy sex hard, rough and nasty to this day... I have never enjoyed being made love to, I enjoy being fucked, pounded, drilled, used). 

And, when he fucked me, he would say so many racist things that somehow got me off (the first time I came from sex, anal sex, was when he first called me a bunch of names and used racial slurs). I can still vividly remember my first orgasm and how intense it was and exactly what he said, verbatim. 

I could feel my orgasm rising when he ordered, "Tell me how much you love white cock." 

"I love white cock," I moaned. The racist talk surprised me, having never come from him before, and I was surprised to feel an orgasm rising rather than just the usual teasing pleasure. 

"Beg to have your ass reamed by white cock," he ordered, as he stopped, buried deep inside me. 

"Oh please, fuck my ass with your big white cock," I pleaded, looking back to see him smirking at me. 

"Tell me what you are," he ordered, holding my hips so I couldn't bounce back on his dick. 

I didn't hesitate, knowing that degrading myself turned both of us on... with race play being our new aphrodisiac. "I'm a dirty spic ass slut who will do anything for big, thick, white cock." 

"Because we are the dominant race?" he questioned. 

This was new, but in the heat of the moment I would agree to almost anything, plus I hoped my agreement would result in him resuming drilling my ass. Ironically, although I saw my cousins as sluts for getting knocked up in high school by other Dominicans, I oddly saw myself as above them because I was with a white man. 

"Yes," I moaned, getting turned on by the racial talk, a part of my subconscious upbringing coming back to me. 

"And you're just another Latina slut trying to be something you're not," he continued, as he resumed ramming my rear. 

"Yesssssss," I screamed, feeling my orgasm building again, the one that had always come only when I was in my room after pleasing him. 

"Just a Dominican ass maid trying to pretend she is more than that," he continued. 

"Oh God, yes," I moaned, my orgasm building quickly, even though I resented his words, they inexplicably turned me on. 

"Is my big-butt, ass slut going to come from getting her shit hole pounded?" He questioned, hearing my increasing moans. 

"Yes," I admitted, "your dirty, big-butt Dominican cum whore loves it in her shit hole." At the moment I was no longer a straight 'A' high school student already accepted into every Ivy League school in the country, I was just a cum slut ass whore who wanted nothing more than to be used and treated like a tramp. 

"Come now, bitch, come like the filthy Dominican nobody you are," he ordered, grabbing my hair and pulling roughly while simultaneously drilling my asshole. 

The derogatory, racist, shameful words should have pissed me off, I was so much more than that, I had worked so hard to not be that, yet instead they were the final words that brought me to my first ever orgasm with another person. "Yes, your dumb cum slut is coming," I screamed, as the biggest orgasm of my life coursed through me. 

He laughed, "You really are just another dark-skinned whore." 

Shame and pleasure ripped through my body simultaneously as he continued fucking me, which somehow made the orgasm even more intense. 

A few deep thrusts later and he deposited his load in my ass before he pulled out, flipped me onto my back and shoved his dick in my mouth, even as my body continued trembling. 

Looking down at me, as he fucked my face with a cock that had just been in my ass, yet another humiliation he loved to inflict on me, he smiled, "Fuck, you really are one hot fucking cum slut." 

Somehow his words actually made me love him more. He saw me as hot and sexy, something that only enhanced my willingness to continually give myself to him. 

Lying in my bed an hour later, I was riddled with guilt at getting so turned on and then actually enhancing the racial play by degrading myself. 




Dominican Slut: Ass Fucked



Yet, every time he beeped me, I ended up going back, ending up taking it in the ass and ended up coming from nasty verbal racial degradation. 

I was so in love with him, or what I thought was love, that I would do anything to please him, often skipping school to suck his cock in his Benz or meeting him for anal sex at a moment's notice. So I, with very little protesting, so desperate to keep my white boyfriend and please him, agreed to a threesome where he and his buddy took turns fucking my ass and mouth together. They called it a train as they both shot three loads in me over a couple hours of constant fucking. 

My knees ached for days. 

I knew then that he was bad for me, but I couldn't stop...I was like a drug addict, but my addiction was to white cock and verbal humiliation. 

It was when I was gangbanged by over a dozen of his college buddies during an evening at a frat house, where they came in my ass, down my throat, on my face, my tits and my ass that I knew I had to stop. He made me go home without washing the cum off me. Thankfully, my parents were already asleep, not waiting up for their 'good' girl. I was coated with so much cum it took forever to get clean and I felt cum leaking out of my ass hours later while I tried to sleep, shame coursing through my very being. 

I was determined to quit, determined to reclaim my Dominican pride, yet, when he beeped me, my resolve melted like butter in a microwave and I shamefully went to him again to be used and abused. 

I may have never broken away from him, except that he continued pushing the boundaries, fucking my face and ass in risky places until, finally, we were caught: 

-He beeped me during church and demanded I meet him in his car and give him a blow job. I recall him even quipping as I swallowed his load how I chose him over my Lord. 

-He banged my ass in a clothing store changing room. 

-He fucked my ass while my Mom was there cleaning his house, even pointing out how she worked so hard to pave the way for me to be his cum deposit. 

-He made me blow him in his car while he drove, while he went through a drive-thru, even while we were in line at a police check point (only allowing me up seconds before rolling to the cop). 

Strangely, unexplainable to me, the more taboo the situation, the more turned on I got. The rush of doing something sinful, something naughty, made my cunt gush. 

Then he went too far. 

He beeped me and decided he wanted a quick blow job while I was in school. He met me at the end of lunch, made me skip class and then insisted I give him head under the stairs in a secluded spot in the school. 

I was on my knees bobbing hungrily, hoping to get him off quick, terrified that I might get caught when I heard one of my teachers say, "Elizabeth!" 

I froze, my mouth full of cock. 

Long story short, my parents were called and rumours (which unfortunately were the truth) spread quickly. I was now seen as just another Dominican slut and was stunned not only by my friends, but even by my fellow Latinas, who judged me, not for being a slut, as most of them were, but for fucking a white guy. 

Then crazy rumours began that I had fucked my teachers to get my A's and that I blew the entire basketball team after a game; I ignored the shameful judgements and just tried to focus on my grades for the remaining three months. 

My father would drop me off and pick me up every day; I was grounded until I graduated. 

My parents were ashamed, even though I knew that my Mom, at my age, had been quite the slut herself, but that definitely wasn't an argument I attempted to use. 

The Lord looking out for me, a new black student, named Johnathan, moved to our school the week after my sex scandal. 

I wasn't ready for a relationship but he was very nice and persistent and we did start hanging out a lot in school. Unlike my first, very strange relationship, we started snail-like slow. We held hands down the hallway, and eventually began dating. 

I introduced him to my parents and, after meeting his parents, they approved of us dating... partly because he wasn't white. 

After I graduated and received my scholarships, I finally felt the stress of school fade away, and I tried to let my past go. 

I also desperately missed the pleasure of sexual intimacy (if I could call getting face-fucked, ass-reamed, gangbanged and verbally humiliated intimacy). So, risking losing him, I told Jonathan my entire twisted sexual past. 

I was crying when I was done and he just pulled me into his big black arms. 

I then admitted what was really bothering me. Although I didn't miss Vaughn at all, as I realized he had just been using me for sex, I missed greatly the humiliation and the submission of being a slut. I was embarrassed to tell Johnathan this, yet I desperately needed someone to understand me. And I figured that, if we were ever going to do more than hold hands and kiss (and God I desperately needed to be fucked...my ass strangely craving being filled), he needed to know the entire truth. 

If he was disgusted by me and ran away, then it wasn't meant to be. 

Also, I was getting constant emails from Vaughn telling me how my pretty spic lips should be wrapped around his cock, how my Latina bubble-butt should be bouncing on his white dick and how he was going to punish me for ignoring his emails (my beeper taken away after the sex scandal). He even gave vivid details of how I was going to be the college football slut taking every player's dick in my ass as I was made to look up to him and apologize for being such a dumb spic who forgot her place. I'm not going to lie, reading the email made my cunt damp and I had to really focus on not weakening and responding. 

He even sent me pictures of another young Hispanic girl on her knees coated in cum saying that Puerto Rican girls suck white dick much better than fat Dominican sluts... since he knew how proud I was to be Dominican and how I got off on being degraded and humiliated. 

In the end, I knew if I didn't tell Johnathan about my past, if he didn't fuck me, I would crawl grovelling back to Vaughn and get immersed in the sexual submission I craved and desired. 

Thankfully, he said he understood and would never judge me and that he too had a sexual secret. To my surprise, he too was once in an unhealthy sexual relationship with a white girl who dommed him and even fucked his ass calling him her nigger ass slut. I was shocked, he was such a big black man, yet somehow we were brought together (two people who were completely different inside than we were perceived to be on the outside) 

I could have been repulsed, as he too enjoyed the sexual submission race play, getting off at being dominated and humiliated by a white person (in his case a rich female who was not even half his size and yet owned him like a nigger slave from all those years ago), yet it actually made me feel better... I wasn't the only one. 

As fucked up as it was, we were two submissive spirits both in desperate need of someone to protect us from our carnal, sexual, psychological desires to submit to dominant white people. 

So... he fucked my ass. 

So... I fucked his ass. 

So... he came in my mouth or all over my face. 

So... I let him lick and suck on my feet (his other strange fetish). 

So... he called me dirty racist names, treated me like a whore and even wore white condoms (almost impossible to find, but he did somehow). 

So... I called him my nigger foot slave as he cleaned my feet with his tongue or faggot nigger ass slut as I bent him over and reamed his muscular tight ass. 

We were perfect for each other. 

Although we would go our separate ways for college and both date other people, we always ended up pounding each other's asses when we came back home for the holidays, and it was to him that I finally gave my cunt cherry to one cold winter night. 

So... of course... we got married. 

For six years we were enough for each other, both of us living our dirty dark racial fantasies through each other. 

Life was perfect. 

Then... 

Then it all fell apart. 

THE END OF CHAPTER 1 

Coming in May of 2015: Blackmailed



Dominican Slut: Blackmailed



Summary: Years later, proud MILF is blackmailed back into submission. 

Note: This is dedicated to the real Johnathan and Elizabeth who inspired the story. The entire back story is based on real events...the plotlines are real fantasies of the lovely couple. 

Note 2: This is part two of a multi-chaptered story. In part one, Dominican Slut: Ass Fucked, Elizabeth, a proud Dominican teenager determined to overcome stereotypes, gets seduced by a white college man and becomes his personal cocksucker and ass slut. In this part, we flash forward a dozen years. Now married and working as an accountant, she is drawn back into a world of submission she had stayed out of (other than in role play with her husband). 

Note 3: Thanks goamz86, Robert, and Wayne for editing. 

Warning: Like my novella 'Deconstructing the Professor', this story will use racially inappropriate words to create the vivid, authentic race based story that has been requested. If words like 'nigger', 'spic', 'puta', 'gringa' and 'chula' offend you, please don't read further. 

Glossary: 

I am a Canadian writing a story about a Dominican using a variety of Spanish terms. So, although I think I do a good job of explaining the Spanish words I use during the heat of the moment, here is a brief advance glossary: 

Puta: whore 

Gringa: whore - a term used by Dominicans for Americanized Dominicans 

Chula: cute or sexy 

PS: If any of these are used incorrectly, I apologize in advance. Urban Dictionary and Google Translate were my main sources. 

Dominican Slut: Blackmailed 

Two kids and twelve years later, I was living the 'American Dream'. We had just purchased a new house in a nice, safe suburb, and we both had great, well-paying jobs. 

We were successful enough to have a live-in nanny, a Haitian woman, which I revelled in having (which only makes sense if you know Dominican Republic vs Haitian history and our strong dislike for each other even though we live on the same island). 

I had broken free of the historical chains of manual labour in my family and was a successful accountant working at the biggest firm in the city (there was even a bidding war over me of sorts when I finished my degree). 

I was the most successful member of my family and the only one not doing menial labour like cleaning houses. I was (and am) a proud Dominican who wanted to be a role model to my many nieces and nephews...to show them that, unlike their mothers (my cousins were almost all dirty sluts who spread their legs for anyone), they could get out of the Dominican and make something of themselves. 

Of course, Johnathan and I protected ourselves from the temptation of racial sexual submission by role playing at home a plethora of different scenarios (I'll get into more details of our racial role play later). 

Ironically, whenever I went back to the Dominican Republic to visit my parents, who moved back there a couple years after I graduated high school, I was mortified by my extended family, who were sex maniacs. My male cousins would grab my ass, cup my tits and try to sleep with me, trying to tarnish the 'golden girl' image I had achieved because of my academic and professional success (my parents keeping my senior year sex scandal under wraps). I was also ashamed of my female cousins, all with kids by the time they were twenty. I scolded them for being such sluts and spreading their legs for any guy. 

Of course, my cousins had no idea of my own sexual taboos and would love to see me fall from the pedestal my parents and their parents had put me on. They would love to see the 'golden girl' with the uppity American education brought down a few pegs. 

So in public I was a professional; a feminist; a proud Dominican who even had my national flag in my home on proud display. 

Yet, behind the facade was a slut who loved to be used. Who loved having her face sprayed with cum. Loved having her asshole reamed, even more so than getting her cunt filled. Loved playing submissive role playing scenarios where she was a stereotypical Latina: an office slut to her fellow colleagues, a maid, a stripper or having to convince the deportation officer she should be allowed to stay. 

Even though I am a proud Latina, my biggest fantasy is constantly having my Dominican pride taken away from me and eventually being made into a cum slut for the entire office. 

Oddly, my fantasy was about to become a reality, although not in a way I would ever have imagined. 

... 

A rich entitled Italian, who had also gone to Harvard, albeit a few years before me, was named the new CEO...because her daddy owned the firm. 

She was pretentious, snobby and a complete bitch...a bitch who immediately seemed to take a dislike to me. 

At first, I couldn't figure out why. The previous CEO loved me and I was always given the biggest companies' accounts because of my work ethic and my thoroughness. 

She had one on one conversations over the first month with all her employees and in the first minute of mine I could tell her dislike of me bordered on hate. 

She said, "Liz, I'm not happy with you, can you guess why?" 

Being my usual self and hating being called Liz, I corrected, "My name is Elizabeth, ma'am." 

She sighed dramatically and said, "Answer the question, Liz." 

I was annoyed clearly she was trying to shove her position of power over me, yet realizing I probably shouldn't have corrected her, I answered truthfully, "I honestly don't know, ma'am." 

She stood up from her desk and walked around in front of me. She asked, looking down at me, creating a clear power shift between her and me, "What is the difference between you and I?" 

I wanted to say, 'you have a rich daddy who gave you this job', but that didn't seem to be a good career move. 

Instead, I pondered for a moment and answered, "You're Italian and I'm Dominican." 

Immediately, Vaughn popped back into my head, he being Italian too. 

"Well, there is that, too," she nodded, before she continued, "I dress as a professional and you dress as if you're going out to be a stripper." 

I could have joked I was actually taking dance pole lessons and that one of my newer fantasies was to be forced to be a stripper, but that didn't seem like a good career move either. 

Yet, I was also offended. I was wearing a blue blouse, black skirt and practical one inch heels. 

Conversely, she was wearing a flower patterned blouse, a shorter leather skirt and ridiculously silly five inch heels...if anyone was unprofessional it was definitely her. 

Yet, I couldn't say that. 

So I said, "I don't understand, ma'am." 

"Professional women wear nylons," she explained. 

I had always detested pantyhose, wearing them only for weddings and funerals... I didn't even wear them to my own wedding. 

I explained, "Oh, sorry ma'am. That has never been a concern at the firm before and I have never been a fan of them." 

She said, "This is a professional place of business and you will dress accordingly." 

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded, feeling belittled which oddly made my panties dampen, which immediately mortified me. 

She then went on a lengthy, mostly one-sided conversation of her vision of the firm. She asked me questions on occasion, but mostly it was like a teacher-student relationship. 

Once I was dismissed, I pondered why I got wet while being belittled by her. Yes, if she were a man that would make sense, but I had never considered being with a woman. 

I brushed it off and focused on proving I was an amazing employee, going out and buying a few different pairs of pantyhose. I always felt they were redundant because of how dark my legs already were (I actual found it amusing that white women attempted to look black by wearing black pantyhose or look Indian by wearing dark coloured pantyhose). 

Yet, nothing I did ever seemed to be good enough. The big name clients began to go to other accountants and I was soon doing the generic individual tax returns and even being tasked with menial jobs like filing. 

I was incredibly frustrated, but with the market slow down, there were not many other jobs available. 

I also noticed a shift, over time, on how I was treated. I went from being widely respected and the top accountant in the firm, to being ignored and treated like I was low woman on the totem pole. 

Then it got even worse. 

One of the accountants who started after me, who was relatively incompetent, but ridiculously good looking, walked into my office and ordered, "I want this file done by Monday." 

I glared at him, resenting his rise at my expense and said, "I'm pretty sure that is your portfolio." 

"Look Spic, I wasn't asking for fucking commentary. Just do as you're told," he firmly ordered. 

I gasped. Although he had always been smarmy, checking out my voluptuous 38D breasts, and lately even slapping my ass a couple times, this authoritative side was very new...and frustratingly hot. 

As I stared at him in shock, he added, "Just pretend you are back at Harvard and taking the orders on your knees." 

Before I could respond, he walked away. 

Fear coursed through my entire being. Somehow he knew of my slutty one night where I was gang banged by three guys. 

Fuck! 

I always worried my high school past would come back to haunt me. 

Yet, it was my one reckless moment in four years of college, one drunken wild night, which was now staring me in the face. 

I did his work for him, coming in for twelve hours both Saturday and Sunday and handed it to him Monday morning. 

He didn't even look up at me as he said. "Thanks." 

"You're welcome," I politely replied, before asking, "You'll keep it a secret?" 

"Sure," he nodded, still not looking up, "but I think I may want a piece of that bubble butt ass of yours in return." 

I wasn't completely surprised by this, his blackmailing me seemed the next logical step, but I pointed out, "I'm married." 

"To a nigger," he replied, finally looking up. "A slut like you needs a dominant white man to please you, don't you?" 

I could feel my face burning, flashing back to Vaughn and the dominance he had over me...a dominance that Johnathan tried to replicate, but being sweet and black he could only role play so well. 

The reality was that as much as I loved my husband, as much as he tried to make all my fantasies as authentic as possible, he couldn't replace the dominant white man I lusted over...craved. Black just cannot become white. 

"Yes, he is a handsome black man," I corrected, trying to hide my submissiveness and the reality that my panties were damp from him. 

"He's a nigger, a second level citizen, which is higher than third level wanna-be-American people like you are," he said, venom and racial hatred spewing from his tongue. 

"T-t-that's ludicrous," I stammered, even as I no longer saw him as Bryce, but as a strong white man who could put me in my natural place. 

Instead of responding, I walked out fuming at both his attitude and my own internal weakness. 

... 

Over the next week, he did a variety of things which were definitely sexual harassment: 

-He would walk by and cup my breasts when no one was around. 

-He would call me his gangbang slut. 

-He would squeeze my ass and whisper that it would soon again be filled with white dick, his stiff bulge rubbing my ass. 

-He left a picture on my desk of a white dick, assumedly his, which looked so big, thick and appetizing. 

That Monday, there was a note on my desk saying that I was to see him as soon as I arrived. 

Reluctantly, I went to his office, worried what he may have in store for me...yet, undeniably, also a little excited. 'Fuck! Underneath my career persona I am indeed a slut!' I thought to myself. I then decided for myself to be the proud Dominican I was, the strong feminist I tried to be, and stand up to the fucking leech. 

I turned my phone on record, hoping I would get enough information to use against him if he tied to blackmail me...a little tit for tat. 

As soon as I entered his office, he ordered, "Close the door." 

I did. 

"So have you been fantasizing about my cock all weekend?" He asked. 

Truth be told, this weekend I had Johnathan role play being a fellow accountant and forcing me to be his cum slut, all the while in my head imagining it was Bryce. 

I lied, "No." 

"Fucking Spic liar," he roared. "We both know you're just another Latina cum slut for white cock." 

It was true, but I wasn't going to admit it and potentially lose my career. I needed to prove him wrong to put a stop to his advance and, in turn, prove him wrong for myself. 

"I am not!" I firmly responded. 

"Stop the facade," he sighed, "you married a nigger to hide your true feelings, but both of you were put on this earth to be slaves. You can only do so much for each other, you need a Master, as does he." 

I was shocked by his racial accusations towards my husband. There was no way he knew that underneath my husband's firm, black body was a natural submissive. Yet, frustratingly, as I tried to remain cool and in control, I could feel my panties dampen. I responded sarcastically, "God put me on this earth to be a slave?" 

"Exactly," he nodded, ignoring my sarcastic tone. "Spics and niggers were created to work for their superior white masters, it really is black and white, or in this case brown and white." He laughed at his own silly joke. 

"So you're automatically a master because you are white?" I questioned, trying to understand how he ticked, both to hopefully use against him and also to answer my own personal curiosity of how white guys like him think. 

"It's the way it's always been and the way it'll always be," he shrugged. 

I protested, "But times are changing." 

"Are they really?" He asked. "You look the part of the business class, you play the part of the upper class, but that is all you do...play. Underneath the expensive outfits, fancy degree and hard worth ethic is the truth." 

"And what is that?" I asked, my tone dripping with sarcasm. I knew I had enough on my phone to charge him with sexual harassment, but really was intrigued with where he was going. If I was really smart, I would have walked away right then and there, the power was now back in my hands, yet that isn't what I did. 

"A big butt, ass slut who will do anything for a big white cock," he answered. 

"That's what you see?" I questioned, wondering if that was what others saw too. Did others see through my professional exterior and see the true me? The sexual deviant who loved getting ass fucked, loved getting her face covered in cum, loved to obey orders? 

Ignoring my question, he ordered, "Now get under my desk and suck my cock." 

My mouth instantly watered, my cunt instantly soaked my panties, and yet I tried to remain dignified and deny my internal carnal urge to obey. "Bryce, this has gone too far," I informed him. 

"Agreed," he nodded, rolling his chair back. He stood up and walked to me, "this charade of being a strong-willed woman when we both know you're just a Dominican cum bucket who craves submission to white cock needs to end." 

I hated that he was right. That at this moment I was as fragile as the ice on a frozen lake in spring. I knew if I didn't leave that second I would submit to him. 

I turned to leave. 

"Stop, Spic," he demanded. 

I froze. 

"Good ass slut," he said. "Isn't that the name you liked when you were gangbanged?" 

How did he know that? All night, the three of them called me their brown ass slut, each taking turns fucking my ass before depositing their loads on my face or tits. 

"I bet that cunt of yours is soaking wet thinking of my white cock drilling your asshole," he smugly predicted. 

"H-h-how do you know about that?" I stammered, not turning around. 

"One of the three was my brother," he revealed. "When he was visiting last month, he is engaged to Michelle by the way, he recognized you and almost crapped his pants," he revealed. 

Well, that may explain Michelle's hatred of me. I had fucked her fiancé. Did she know??? 

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

"What?" He quipped, "white cock got your tongue?" 

I was speechless. Mortified my past had caught up to me, ashamed I was completely turned on and desperate to find a way to refuse the temptation before me. 

"Knees, cum slut," he ordered. 

I didn't even realize my body was lowering as I pondered the question. 

"Crawl over and under my desk," he ordered. 

Shame burning through me, I turned around, head down, and crawled as instructed. 

"You're dying for a nice big white cock, aren't you, slut?" He asked. 

I whispered the truth, as I reached him, "Yes." 

"Yes, what?" He asked, as I crawled under his desk, completely humiliated and simultaneously soaking wet in my panties. 

"Yes, I want a nice big white cock in my mouth," I admitted, suddenly the words ringing completely true. 

I missed being used; I missed being dominated; I missed white cock. 

I felt guilty that I was cheating on my husband, yet I knew deep down he would understand. He would know I had no choice... when the white flag was offered I had no choice but to surrender. 

He rolled his chair back and ordered, "Get to work, Lizzy, this is part of your new job duties now." 

I hated being called Lizzy, even more than Liz, but I was transfixed by the task at hand. A big white cock to suck. It had been years since I had a white cock in my hands, my mouth or ass. I fished his cock out, trying not to look eager, even though I was dying to suck it. 

Once I pulled it out, already half hard, I leaned forward in the dark enclosed space and took it in my mouth. 

"That's it, Lizzy, be the spic cum slut you were meant to be," he groaned softly. 

His words were absurd, I wasn't meant to be a cum slut, I was meant to do great things. Yet, as his cock grew in my mouth, something I still marvelled over every time it happened, I pondered how I could be two entirely different beings: a hard working proud feminist Latina and also a dirty cum slut spic that would do anything a white man said. There were no easy answers to this doppelgänger persona of mine, and the mixture of excitement and shame never seemed to give me any clue either. 

I was mortified I was under his desk sucking his cock at work. 

I was dripping wet that I was under his desk sucking his cock at work. 

I was terrified I would be caught and lose my job. 

I was filled with adrenaline at the possibility of getting caught. 

I was ashamed by the fact that he was treating me like a, what did he call me, third class citizen...just another slut for him to use; conversely, my cunt was burning with need. 

I was wet as hell at being used as a dirty spic cocksucker willing to obey any white man with a big thick dick. 

These oxymorons, these conflicting emotions, spun inside me creating anxiety, excitement, shame and lust. 

"Your big mouth finally has a purpose," he quipped, once he was fully hard and I was slowly bobbing on his cock. 

Suddenly the door opened and his secretary said, sounding confused, "Um, your nine o'clock is here." 

"Send him in," he answered, as I froze with a mouthful of dick. 

"Where is Mrs. Parker?" She asked. 

"Under my desk," he answered, nonchalantly. 

Shame burned through me. 

"Oh," was all the secretary, who was best friends with my secretary, said. 

A moment later, he said, "Keep sucking slut." 

Petrified of getting caught, yet exhilarated at the risk like I used to get with Vaughn, I began slowly sucking his cock. 




Dominican Slut: Blackmailed



Seconds later, he pushed my head away, put his dick back in his pants, and rolled his chair back. He stood up and greeted, "Mr. Hamilton, it's a pleasure to see you." 

I remained frozen under his desk as I realized he was having a meeting with someone who had been my client for the past three years. 

"You too, Mr. Jones," Mr. Hamilton said. 

"Oh, call me Bryce," Bryce insisted, being his usual personable self. He wasn't bright, or a hard worker, but he could schmooze. 

"Sure, Bryce," he replied, as he walked and sat down just a foot away from me, unaware that I was in the room. 

Bryce returned to his chair, rolled it back under and pointed to his cock. 

I very quietly unzipped his pants as they talked. 

"So why is Elizabeth not working on my account anymore?" 

"Her portfolio has changed," Bryce answered, as I got his dick out again. 

"I was very happy with her work," Mr. Hamilton said. 

"She is very thorough," Bryce said, just as I took his cock back in my mouth. He added, "She will still be working on your account. The only difference is that I will be the lead on it." 

"Great," I heard him say, which made me feel good about myself even as I was on my knees sucking cock like some cheap slut...the kind of thing I would criticize and resent my cousins for. 

They chatted for another fifteen minutes before Mr. Hamilton left, saying he planned to chat with me. 

As soon as he was gone, Bryce ordered, "You better hurry and get your morning dose of dominant cum, he's going to be looking for you." 

I immediately shifted from slow to fast, bobbing like the cum hungry slut I was at the moment, ignoring the ridiculous 'dominant cum' statement. 

Thankfully, he was close and in less than a minute I was swallowing his load. 

As he rolled back his chair, he smiled, "Be thankful I didn't shoot my load on that cock sucking face of yours." 

"Thank you," I absurdly said, actually thankful indeed that he didn't do that. 

"Hurry along, Mr. Hamilton is looking to chat with you," he reminded me, looking down at me. 

I quickly crawled out from under the desk, shame again coursing through my body, like it always did after I finished a subservient, degrading task, and headed out. 

His secretary, giving me a knowing smirk said, "Mr. Hamilton is looking for you." 

"Thanks, Cameron," I nodded. 

"It's Ms. Abbey," she corrected, announcing her own sudden power play. 

"Sorry," I nodded, immediately in submissive mode, now to a white woman in her early twenties, "thank you, Ms. Abbey." 

I quickly returned to my office and saw Mr. Hamilton talking to my secretary. I greeted, "Hi, Mr. Hamilton, nice to see you." 

"You too," he nodded, "no one seemed to know where you were." 

"I had to step out to deal with a personal matter," I lied, before joking, "but I'm here now." 

We went into my office and chatted. He admitted he was concerned about me not being in charge of his account and I stressed it was not my choice but Ms. Goldstein's. 

He said he planned on chatting with her next. After a few minutes of generic chat about life and business he headed out and I collapsed in my chair a complete mess. 

I had little time to recover before meeting with the junior accountants. 

The next four days I blew Bryce. On Tuesday again under his desk; on Wednesday while he sat on his desk; on Thursday in my office, which somehow left me way more anxiety riddled; Friday, after work, in his car. 

Each load was shot down my throat until Friday when he coated my face, before kicking me out and making me walk through the parking lot with cum all over my face. Shame compounding shame; yet, sexually I was getting off with the obedience. 

I wasn't surprised when the following Monday he insisted I stay after work and meet him in his office. 

I also wasn't surprised when he bent me over his desk, pulled down my pantyhose and panties and slammed his white dick in my ass. 

I screamed, loving the complete submissiveness of giving my ass to him, and was thankful the majority of coworkers were already gone for the day, "Oh, fuck." 

"Fuck, for such a slut, you sure have a tight ass," he groaned, as he reamed my shit hole. 

"Your cock is thicker than my husband's," I admitted, somehow wanting him to know such details. 

He laughed, "So 'all niggers have gigantic dicks' is a myth?" 

Johnathan had a nice seven inch snake that filled me perfectly, but it wasn't as thick as Bryce's dick. 

"I don't know," I answered, having very limited experience with black dick. But white dick sizes varied greatly in length and girth. In truth, it wasn't the size of the dick for me, but the colour, how they used it and how they treated me. 

As I got used to his dick tearing my ass apart, the pleasure that always replaced the pain began to come and I shifted from whimpering to moaning. 

"My spic cum slut is beginning to enjoy it in her ass, isn't she?" he asked. 

"Yessss," I admitted, loving nothing more than being dominated, used and ass fucked. 

"What would your nigger husband say if he walked in right now and saw his big butt wife taking it in her ass?" he asked, continuing to pound me with all eight inches of white meat, filling me completely with each forceful thrust. 

Based on our many role plays, he would do as he was told. Although he had never been ass fucked by a guy, he regularly took my strap-on in his ass as we role played slave and mistress owner. As already mentioned, like me, he was submissive to whites, for him it was white privileged women. He too had his own stories of sexual submission to a white person...his last, also while we were apart in college, ending with him cleaning her white feet every day and eventually getting bent over and ass fucked daily by a white rich girl half his size. I personally always wanted to meet this white dominant, but never had...nor did he have any pictures of her. 

Again, why we were so perfect for each other...twistedly, in a fucked up way... but perfect. 

I even imagined he would enjoy watching me get used, like he often did to me, yet it wasn't something we actually talked about... so I lied, "He'd probably beat the shit out of you." 

"Like I'm beating the shit out of you," he joked, slamming into me so hard the desk moved. 

I screamed, "Fuck, yes, slam that big white dick in my shit hole." 

"Such a dirty mouth," he said, as he pulled out, shoved me to the ground, and slammed his cock in my mouth. 

The only thing more humiliating than taking a white dick in the ass was sucking a white dick that had just been in my ass. I gasped briefly, as all eight inches went in my mouth, but I quickly got accustomed to it. Years of experience had made me a damn good cocksucker. 

After a minute, he ordered, "Bend back over again." 

I quickly did, wanting his dick back in my ass, looking like the compliant spic slut I was. 

"You want my dominant cock back in your fat ass, don't you?" He asked, tapping his cock between my ass cheeks. 

"Yes, I want your big white fuck stick buried deep in my fat spic asshole," I admitted, wriggling my ass in desperation. Willingly degrading myself to please him. 

"Beg, bitch," he ordered, poking his dick at my gaping asshole but not going in. 

"Oh please, use this Dominican whore and pound her ass with your big, dominant, powerful, white prick. Make me your slave, and personal cum bucket," I begged, willing to be all those things if given the chance...shedding completely my proud Dominican, feminist, business persona. 

"And to think you acted like you were better than me," he laughed, as he slid his dick back in my rear. 

"Yessssss," I moaned, "pound your slave's ass with your massive cock." 

And he did. 

As my orgasm began to build, he asked, "What would your family think of you bent over taking it your big fat shit hole?" 

I winced at the sudden mention of my family; I had shamed my parents once all those years ago, and have always felt guilty over it. It had doubled my efforts to be a good girl, something I had done, for the most part, except for that one wild night in college (and I suppose the role play with my husband). Yet, so close to orgasm, I wasn't thinking about moral dignity but being the fuck slut I am. "They'd know the truth," I answered, ready to erupt. 

"That you are a disgrace to your race, being a white cock slut?" he questioned, pounding me so hard I couldn't help but agree. 

My orgasm erupted through me with electric intensity and I screamed, "Ay, fucking God, ay, Papi." 

It was so loud, I immediately worried that anyone still here, especially the janitors, would hear me and know exactly what was happening. Many of the after-hours help were Latinas from a variety of southern countries, all who likely saw me as either a symbol of success or a bitch who betrayed her ethnic background to get ahead, most likely from being a Gringa slut ( Gringa being a term given to Dominican women who had been Americanized). 

"Holy shit, I've never seen a chick orgasm from getting ass fucked," he laughed in disbelief. "You're the biggest fucking slut I've ever met." 

"Thank you," I said, as absurd as that sounded, somehow feeling pride at being the biggest slut. 

"Where do you want my cum?" he asked. 

"Fill my asshole with it," I begged, loving feeling hot cum spray in my ass and loving the feeling of walking around with cum leaking from it. 

"As you wish," he grunted, seconds later, as he spewed his seed in me. 

"Yes, fill your slut's asshole," I moaned, as he continued shooting inside my ass, even as my orgasm continued its lengthy course through me. 

When he pulled out, I spun around, dropped to my knees and eagerly took his dick in my mouth to retrieve any last remnants of his cum, a taste I was already addicted to after a week of constant cum swallowing. As I sucked his dick, I could feel his cum dripping out of my ass. 

"Biggest slut ever," he groaned, clearly amused at how I could shift from serious business woman to complete cum whore so easily. 

When he pulled out, I stood up and he looked down and saw a small puddle of his cum on the floor. 

"You left a mess," he pointed. 

I dropped back to my knees and licked the cum off the floor, just one more act of submissive slut humiliation to add to my growing portfolio. 

"See you tomorrow, slut," he said. 

"Yes, sir," I nodded, again showing my submissive nature, literally unable to show even the hint of strength once my natural submissiveness awoke. 

When I left his office, there was a Haitian janitor looking right at me, a janitor I had never treated very well because of my dislike for Haitians. Unfortunately, he knew exactly what had happened and as I passed him he quipped, "Ay, Papi." 

Shame immediately returned as yet another member of the office, albeit just a janitor, knew the truth. 

I went to my office to pack up and leave, when the janitor walked in and closed the door. 

"Excuse me?" I questioned, even though I could already tell where this was going. 

"You're one slutty chula," he accused, walking towards me. 

"Excuse me?" I questioned, even though I heard him. 

"Just another Gringa slut," the Haitian janitor continued, now standing in front of me, his crotch in my face. 

"Please leave," I ordered, even as I prepared for him to blackmail me. Trying to stay in control and show him I was still in charge, I ordered, "Or I will have you fired." 

He laughed, "No, you are going to suck my cock like the Dominican whore you are, just like all you fucking Dominicans." 

Being ridiculed by a Haitian pissed me off, not remotely turning me on, but I felt helpless since he knew first hand of my recent transgression. 

"Fine," I said, although my tone made it clear I wasn't happy about it. 

I fished out his cock, which because he was about sixty years old was still flaccid...although to my surprise it was quite long...thin like a pencil, but long. 

I took it in my mouth and allowed it to grow, which, again, because of his age, took way longer than any other guy I had ever blown. 

Although the humiliation of being dominated by a white man, regardless of original nationality (Italian, Norwegian, Ukrainian, French, British, etc) was a major turn-on, there was only humiliation at sucking a sixty year old Haitian's cock. 

My Dominican pride cursed me at serving a Haitian, yet I didn't see any way out of my predicament. 

He groaned, "That's it, puta, slobber all over my dick." 

I wanted to bite it off, being called a puta, slut in Spanish, from a Haitian only added to my humiliation. I just wanted to get this over with. 

Yet, he wouldn't come. I sucked his cock for twenty minutes while he constantly called me 'puta', and 'Gringa' over and over, driving me nuts. 

Finally, my jaw beginning to get sore, he ordered, as he grabbed my head and began fucking my face, "Take all my cum, you fucking cheap Dominican puta." 

I had no choice as he roughly fucked my face, gagging on his long pecker a couple of times, before he shot the tiniest load of cum I'd ever swallowed. I thought to myself 'Really? All that work for that? Typical fucking Haitian...he can't even ejaculate properly." 

When he pulled out, he smiled, tapping his dick on my nose, "Thank me, Gringa." 

I glared at him before noticing he was holding his phone. 

I snapped, "Did you film this?" 

He shrugged, "Who would believe it otherwise?" 

"Delete it," I demanded, standing up. 

"Thank me, Gringa," he demanded back, pushing me back onto my chair. 

I was furious. Visual evidence could completely ruin by career. I glared at him, "Thank you," I reluctantly said through gritted teeth. 

"For what?" He asked, revelling in his power over me. 

"For letting me suck your cock," I answered. 

"Don't worry Gringa, you'll get many opportunities to get your Haitian fix," he smirked, as he walked away. 

I wanted to make some quick comeback, yet I couldn't think of one and I didn't want to make an incredibly shitty situation worse...disgusted that I was now being blackmailed by a Haitian. 

Exhausted, both mentally and physically, I headed home, guilt at cheating coursing through me and sensing that this was only the beginning. 

The End of Chapter 2. 

Coming Next: Dominican Slut: Cunt Muncher



Dominican Slut: Cunt Muncher



Summary: MILF is blackmailed into licking pussy for the first time. 

Note: This is dedicated to the real Johnathan and Elizabeth who inspired the story. The entire back story is based on real events...the plotlines are real fantasies of the lovely couple. 

Note 2: This is part three of a multi-chaptered story: 

In part one, Dominican Slut: Ass Fucked, Elizabeth, a proud Dominican teenager determined to overcome stereotypes, gets seduced by a white college man and becomes his personal cocksucker and ass slut. 

In part two, Dominican Slut: Blackmailed, the story flashes ahead twelve years, where Elizabeth, now married, with two kids and working as a very successful accountant has indeed broken the generations of family members working in menial jobs. Yet, one mistake from college comes back to haunt her and she is drawn back into the world of white dominance as she is blackmailed into submission. 

Note 3: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, and Wayne for editing. 

Warning: Like my novella 'Deconstructing the Professor', this story will use racially inappropriate words to create the vivid, authentic race based story that has been requested. If words like 'nigger', 'spic', 'puta', 'gringa', 'culo', 'tetas', and 'coño', offend you, please don't read further. 

Glossary: 

I am a Canadian writing a story about a Dominican using a variety of Spanish terms. So, although I think I do a good job of explaining the Spanish words I use during the heat of the moment, here is a brief advance glossary: 

Puta: whore 

Gringa: whore - a term used by Dominicans for Americanized Dominicans 

Culo: ass 

Chula: cute or sexy 

Tetas: tits 

Coño: fuck 

PS: If any of these are used incorrectly, I apologize in advance urban dictionary and google translate were my main sources. 

***** 

CUNT MUNCHER 

I had known it was only a matter of time before Ms. Goldstein learned of my past discretions including apparently fucking her fiancé, and, of course, she did. 

She called me into her office, just before lunch on the day after Bryce reamed my ass, a day Bryce hadn't forced me to get him off yet. 

I went in full of trepidation, expecting the worst. When I walked in she was at her desk, her feet oddly on top of her desk, her stocking-clad feet in clear view. Immediately, I sensed that this was on purpose, it was symbolic of something, I just had no idea of what. 

She began, her tone implying anger, "So Mr. Hamilton came in here last week and discussed his concerns about comments you made." 

"I just answered his questions, ma'am," I replied, suddenly relieved that maybe she didn't know about Bryce and me, or her fiancé. I noticed also that with her skirt riding so high in her awkward unprofessional position, I could see the top of her lace stockings...just another example of her own sluttiness behind her so-called professional appearance. 

"You told him that I had decided to change who led his account," she said, looking at me firmly. 

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded, "isn't that the truth?" 

"You attempted to shift blame from your own incompetence onto me," she responded. 

"I'm sorry ma'am," I said, annoyed at her accusations of my actual work, "but I don't feel I have any incompetencies." 

She scoffed. "Being a cock sucking ass slut I think is a pretty big incompetency." 

My faces burned at her words...she knew. I tried to defend myself, "He blackmailed me." 

"You're saying my fiancé blackmailed you that night?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at me with a tone that was clearly challenging. 

"Oh, um, no," I said, realizing she wasn't talking about Bryce. "That was just one wild, drunken night." 

"I'm sure," she again scoffed. "Only real depraved sluts allow strangers to fuck their ass." 

Shame burned through me as the reality was I had no clear defence or rationale for my actions. Sometimes...I was a slut...and I liked it. Yet, I couldn't tell her that. Instead, I tried to explain it. "Ma'am, I was young and stupid." 

"And when you sucked Bryce's cock, or bent over and took it up your ass in his office you were what then?" She asked. 

My eyes went wide, as she obviously knew about everything, maybe even my blow job with the janitor. I now defended myself, "He blackmailed me." 

"Did he?" She asked. "On the video it looks like you're rather willing. Especially when he begins pounding that fat ass of yours." 

I burned with humiliation. I stammered, "I-I-I don't know why, but once I see a big cock I..." 

"Turn in to a raving cum slut?" She finished. 

"I suppose," I whispered, already trying to figure out how I was going to get a new job if the truth of my sexual depravity came out. 

"You suppose? Either you turn into a raving cum slut or you don't, which is it?" She questioned. 

My head down, I answered in a whisper, "Raving cum slut." 

"Louder," she ordered, "I can't hear you. And look at me when you speak." 

I raised my head, looked her in her eyes and admitted, "Raving cum slut." 

"And if I'm correct, you also really love white cock," she continued. 

"Yes," I nodded, knowing there was nothing left to do but admit the truth. 

"Even more than your husband's nigger cock?" She continued. 

"Yes," I again admitted, the reality of it was Jonathan's cock and a white cock side by side, I would drop in front of the white one every time. It shamed me, but it was who I was and Jonathan deep down knows that; just like I know that if he was here right now he would eagerly kiss and lick this white bitch's stocking-clad feet. 

"Well, obviously we can't have you being one of our lead accountants meeting with big name clients and be a spic anal white cock cum slut, can we?" She asked. 

"I guess not," I replied, deflated, accepting my weakness was now getting me fired. 

"But I do think you can still play a critical role in our firm," she said, surprising me. 

"R-r-really?" I stammered, suddenly seeing a glimmer of a light at the end of the very dark tunnel. 

"Oh, yes," she nodded. "We just need to change your job title and duties." 

I wasn't sure where she was going with this. I sensed it was going to be sexual, it just seemed the logical conclusion to this situation, yet even I wasn't ready for the words out of her mouth. 

"You will be the firm's cum bucket and when I say cum bucket I mean for both cock and cunt," she informed me. 

As usual, my emotions were mixed. The idea of constant white cock, every other accountant was white, except for a junior accountant who was Asian. Actually, every secretary was also white: white, young and beautiful. 

It was only me and the janitorial staff that was of colour. It wasn't until then that I also realized there wasn't one black employee in the entire firm...that couldn't be a coincidence. 

That said, I had never even remotely been interested in the idea of lesbian sex...that, it seemed, was about to change if I wanted to keep my job. 

Of course, this was going to be degrading. I loved my job; I was excellent at it; and I had come a long way overcoming racial barriers to get here...it would be a devastating shame to end up like my cousins...just another Latina slut. 

Yet...sadly...undeniably...frustratingly...my cunt was on fire. 

I didn't say anything...really what was there to say? I was completely at her mercy and I was pretty sure I wasn't going to get any. 

"Now before we get ahead of ourselves, I need to make sure you are worthy of this position," she said. 

"I'll do anything," I said, understanding the word 'anything' was pretty wide in scope, especially for a pretentious bitch like Michelle. 

"Good word choice," she nodded, "as your new duties will include a wide range of tasks." 

I could only imagine the breadth of her 'wide range of duties'. I nodded, "Of course, ma'am." 

"Let's start your training," she said. 

"Okay, ma'am," I nodded, oddly curious what the training would include, my pussy excited for whatever lay ahead. 

"Lick the bottom of my feet," she ordered, as she pulled her cell phone out and began texting. 

There it was, the first humiliating task of submission. I couldn't help but smirk at the thought that Jonathan would be in heaven at the task. 

I stood up, bent over and began licking the souls of her feet. I really had no idea what I expected but the taste was mostly bland with a bit of salty sweat. It wasn't appealing or unappealing, it was just a task of obedience which, of course, made my pussy tingle. 

"Massage them too," she ordered, without looking up from her cell. 

I obeyed that task too. I was surprised by how silky soft her hosiery was, completely sheer unlike my apparently cheap pantyhose. Although I had never been a nylon woman, I could see how such sheer silky hosiery would feel sexy. 

As I multitasked, licking her foot while simultaneously massaging it, I wondered what else she envisioned me doing in my new role. Although part of me was mortified to be just a cum slut for my fellow employees, particularly since I not only had worked with many of them, but I had seniority over almost all of them...and was undoubtedly seen as a leader in this firm...or at least I had been. 

I also wondered, now that the door had been open to a thought I had never seriously considered, what it would be like to please a woman sexually. I have tasted myself many times on Jonathan's cock or my fingers, as well as tasting my asshole too many times to begin to fathom after a dick slammed into my shit hole (I don't know why, but calling it a shit hole always turns me on more...the taboo of it I suppose...classy business women are not supposed to love and crave a cock in their ass). Yet, another woman's pussy, well that would be new...and now I was curious. 

I massaged and licked her feet for a good twenty minutes when there was a knock at the door. 

I froze. 

"Keep massaging, maid Lizzy," she ordered, looking at me for the first time since originally giving me this submissive task. 

"But," I began to protest, but was quickly shut down. 

"Never," she roared, "question me. Fucking never. Is that fucking clear you border jumping, ass taking, cum swallowing, spic bimbo bitch?" 

The litany of degrading names made me tremble as a gush of wetness leaked into my panties. 

She roared, now with laughter, clearly amused and surprised by my reaction. "That degradation turned you on didn't it?" 

"Yes," I whispered, again embarrassed, not wanting to give her any more ammunition than she already seemed to have. 

"Fucking priceless," she said, shaking her head at me. "Come in," she called out. 

The door opened and her secretary, a ridiculous pretty redhead from Ireland, walked in and said, "Your car is ready, Ms. Goldstein." 

"Thank you, Alannah," Ms. Goldstein responded, "please show our cum bucket her new working area." 

I winced at the flippancy of her attitude and the obvious reality that this nineteen year old secretary was witnessing me licking her boss's feet. 

"Of course," Alannah agreed, her tone sounding both amused and eager. 

"Feel free to use her for a quickie if you wish during your break," Ms. Goldstein offered, as if I was her property, which it seemed I was. 

"Why, thank you, that is very generous," the pretty redhead replied, as Ms. Goldstein moved her feet away. 

"Let me make this clear," Ms. Goldstein said, "You will obey any order given by any member of our firm, regardless of their job in the firm. You are lowest of the low on the chain here, is that clear?" 

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded, humiliation compounding humiliation. 

"The good news is, when you aren't satisfying the needs of your many Masters and Mistresses, you will continue to work on the many clients you are assigned," she added. 

"Oh," was all I could muster as I processed two very different messages from her last sentence. That every employee here was my Master or Mistress and that I still was expected to do my regular job in between pleasuring staff members. 

"Have fun and you're not to leave for home until I give you permission," she added as she walked to the door. 

"Okay," I whispered, my head still spinning with the expectations. 

"Okay, what?" She asked, now at the door. 

I didn't need to ponder what she was expecting, I turned to her and corrected myself, "Okay, Mistress." 

"You may take an early break, Alannah," Ms. Goldstein offered, "just transfer the phones to Cameron and then, if she wants a break, you can return the favour." 

"Of course," Alannah nodded, with a big smile on her face. 

Ms. Goldstein walked out and as one Mistress left, a new one took control. 

"Knees," the young redhead ordered. 

I obeyed. Although Michelle was definitely attractive in the prima donna stereotypical blonde diva way, Alannah was drop dead gorgeous and dripping with sex appeal. 

As Alannah sat on one of two couches in the ridiculously big office and said, "Crawl to me." 

Oddly intrigued at what she may make me do, and also because I am a submissive and was trying to keep my job, I crawled to her. 

Reaching her, she asked, "Have you ever munched on cunt before?" 

I looked up at her, now understanding her intentions (as if there was any doubt) and answered, "No, Mistress," showing my complete submissive side. 

"But you want to, don't you?" She questioned, looking down at me, her beautiful smile drawing me in even more. 

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, the truth being at the moment I did want to lick her. It was fascinating psychologically how quickly I could transfer from prim and proper no nonsense Dominican business woman to submissive, completely obedient, eager, horny cum craving Latina whore. 

She stood up, pulled down her skirt, revealing she too was wearing lace top stockings, tugged down her panties and sat back down. I stared between her white legs and at her pink inviting pussy. 

She ordered, "Don't just stare, get to work...this is one of your new job duties...munching cunt." 

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, realizing I was staring. I crawled between her legs, extended my tongue and began my new job duty...licking. Although I had found my own pussy taste rather bland with just a subtle taste of something unique, the immediate rush to the taste buds as I lapped between her pussy lips was exotic and appetizing. I immediately was addicted and knew it was just one more sexual task, regardless of the humiliation of it, which I would now enjoy. 

"That's it," she moaned, "get my cunt nice and wet with that fat tongue of yours." 

I had never considered myself to have a fat tongue, but I did continue licking, which created more wetness...a continuous teasing of a taste, a delightful appetizer that just made me hungrier for the full meal. 

"Are you enjoying yourself?" she asked. 

I looked up, continuing to lick, "Yes, Mistress." 

"Do you like the taste?" she questioned next. 

"God, yes," I admitted, sounding way more eager than I meant to. 

"Good, because this will be one of your food groups for now on," she quipped. 

Oddly, that sentence only excited me. I wondered if all pussies had a similar taste. I couldn't help but wonder what Michelle would taste like. I pondered what Bryce's secretary would taste like, assuming she was likely next to be pleased. 

"Flick my clit," she demanded. 

I obeyed, willing to do whatever it took to get the full gush of her pussy juice. I flicked her clit and her legs twitched. 

She moaned, "That's it, don't stop." 

It was weird pleasing someone who didn't call me names, oddly I missed it. The name-calling, the demeaning racial terms and the aggressiveness got me off and, although I was enjoying licking her pussy and dying to get her off, my own pussy was rather dormant. 

'Do I only get off from being used and degraded?' I pondered, just as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me deep into her wetness. 

She ground her pussy up and down my face and I just extended my tongue and tried to breathe in the tight space. 

Having her fuck my face did make my pussy tingle and soon she let out a load moan, and a second later coated my face with her pussy juice. The first gush hit me on the nose and I immediately raised my head slightly so my mouth and tongue received the glory of her cum. 

I hungrily lapped, the taste as heavenly and addicting as I imagined it would be...knowing that I was now indeed a cum slut for men and women...also knowing my night time fantasies would also be more complex from now on. 

When she let go, she pushed my head away and laughed, "You're making me need to pee." 

I could feel her cum on my face and instinctively licked my lips as I looked up at her. 

As she stood up, she said, "You may go to your new office." 

"Where is it?" I asked, disappointed as my office was one of the biggest in the firm, although not even a quarter of the size of Michelle's, 

"It's the old Langston room," she informed me. 

I winced. The Langston room was our old break room at the back of the building. A place I immediately realized was secluded enough that none of our clients would ever stumble into it. 

"It is the perfect location for your new job duties," she explained, as she stood up. "Michelle has moved your computer and desk there, and added a few very helpful items." 

Even though the answer was clear, I asked, "What exactly is my new job title?" 

"I'm not sure," she shrugged, "but your duties are very clear: continue working on files given to you when you are not relieving employees of their sexual stress." 

I chuckled softly, "That is a very politically correct way of putting it." 

She moved to the door. "I'm sure your Mistress will have a clearer job title and duty expectations." 

"Okay," I nodded, humiliated and excited, the usual contradicting emotions that always left me a mental mess. 

"You may walk to your new office," she said, as she opened the door and left. 

I stood up, my knees cracking, and stretched. 'What had I got myself in to? How could I get myself out of it? Did I want to get out of it? What about Johnathan? 

I sighed and headed to the staff room, which apparently was my new office. Oddly, I was quite curious what the 'helpful items' were. 

I had to walk past all six offices to get there and it was obvious that EVERYONE knew of my situation. I got looks of disgust or amusement and no one said a word to me. In the past, every secretary for sure would greet me warmly, but now the only heat I was getting was the burning in my cheeks. 

I had officially become the exact thing I had fought my whole life...a complete slut. 

Reaching my new office, I walked in and gasped. 

The room had been completely refurnished since I had last been in there over a year ago. It had been used for storage, I believe, for the past year ever since we got a new, much nicer, staff lounge. 

This room had a computer desk and chair (it seemed my desk and chair had been moved here already), a couch, with my Dominican Republic flag on it (I had it hanging in my office to show my Dominican pride), an antique chest, a dildo stuck to the wall, and a Sybian. 

My cunt immediately tingled at the many things I imagined I was going to have to do. 

I barely had time to really even think about what all this implied when I was startled by Cameron Abbey, Bryce's secretary. 

"Well, its time I see if you are as good at munching cunt as you are at sucking cock," the secretary bluntly said. 




Dominican Slut: Cunt Muncher



I almost spoke back, still not used to being spoken to in such a way by a secretary, Alannah having been rather kind as she ordered me to sexually service her. Yet, I just looked at her and waited further instructions. 

"Stop staring at me, whore, and get munching cunt," she ordered, much more abrasive than Alannah, as she walked past me, moved to the couch, hiked up her skirt, revealing she too was wearing thigh highs (seriously, was there a memo I didn't get?), sat on the couch and snapped her fingers. 

I began to walk to her but was scolded. 

"On your fucking knees you dumb spic," she demanded, venom in her tone. 

I immediately dropped to my knees. 

She roared with laughter as I began crawling to her, "Fuck, you really are as big a submissive whore as Bryce said you were." 

My face burned with shame, hating being treated so demandingly by a secretary, yet also turned on by her firmness. I was also curious if her taste would be similar to the sweet perfection of Alannah's. 

Unlike Alannah, whose cunt was shaved, Cameron's was hairy and her pussy lips were barely visible through her forest. I shook my head, disgusted at the laziness of this woman. In my mind, a coño, a cunt in Spanish, should always be shaved so your man didn't get hair in his mouth. Johnathan was also completely shaved which was great for sucking him off and made his dick look even bigger. 

Getting between her legs, her scent was also a lot stronger and less pleasant, as her forest of hair seemed to trap her strong scent. 

She smirked, "I didn't wipe after I took a piss, but I imagine a whore like you doesn't care much about how sanitary a cock or cunt is." 

I didn't say anything, disgusted by her words, but reluctantly tried to find a track to her cunt. It took some work, and the excess of hair was a constant inconvenience (both in my mouth and nose), but I did create a path to her pussy. 

Although nowhere near as enjoyable as licking Alannah's shaved pussy, I got more turned on by licking Cameron's...if only because of the verbal humiliation constantly thrown at me. 

"That's it you dirty fucking spic, munch on my cunt," and "This is where you should always be, on the floor licking cunt, sucking cock or cleaning floors," and "I can't wait to see you take it up that fat ass of yours," and "I bet you've been fantasizing about eating my cunt for years." 

Although her words were racist, ludicrous and inaccurate, they somehow made my cunt wet. Like submitting to white men, I apparently was equally submissive to white women; also, it didn't surprise me that her racial degradation only enhanced my desire to please, especially the name calling or manual labour references. 

I tried to replicate the process I did with Alannah by getting her cunt wet by licking between her pussy lips first. Although her taste was indeed different from Alannah's, much tarter in taste, it was still addicting and tasty (tasty being a strange but accurate word choice). 

As I sensed her getting closer, her verbal assaults quitting as her moans increased, I replicated the clit flicking I had done on Alannah. 

"That's it, you eager spic," she moaned, her legs tightening against my head, "Suck my clit between those dark lips," 

I obeyed, sucking her clit between my lips and she let out a long moan, her whole body shivering. "Don't stop you fucking spic dyke." 

I didn't, my own cunt on fire at her verbal abuse, as she suddenly grabbed my head and began bouncing my face on her cunt. It was strange and rough, and somehow, it got her off, as she sprayed her cum all over me...like you often see in the porn movies. 

I tried to catch as much as I could in my mouth as she sprayed my face with way more cum than any man ever had. Her hand holding the back of my head, I literally felt like my face was under a shower as her cum continued to rain on me. 

It was almost tasteless, as if I was catching water, yet the humiliation of having a face coated with pussy juice only added to my surreal day. 

When she let go, she looked down and said, "I hate to admit it, but I think we finally found something at this firm you are actually useful for." 

"Thanks," I absurdly responded, as I felt her juice dripping off my chin. 

"Plus, this is easily the best you have ever looked," she added, with an amused smirk. 

I didn't say anything, curious as to what my face looked like after her massive orgasm. 

"You may get to work," she ordered, as she pushed me aside, making me fall over, and stood up. She shook her head, "I'm sure there will be more cock and cunt for you throughout the day." 

She walked out as I lay on the floor, shame coursing through me as it always did once a task was completed and I was alone to think. 

I got off my weary knees, moved to my computer and was surprised to see a note on my screen. 

Slut, 

You will sit on the cock at all times when working. 

The theory is quite simple: you should have a cock in one of your three fuck holes at all times... unless you are licking cunt. 

When not servicing the employees, and EVERY employee here is free to use you as they wish, you are to continue to work on the files you have been given. 

It wasn't signed. 

I stared at it. 

I hated that I was being treated so poorly. 

I hated that my own personal weakness had put me in this predicament. 

I hated that I couldn't do anything about it. 

Yet what I hated most was the undeniably harsh reality that it made my cunt sopping wet. 

I read the note a dozen times before rolling back the chair to see that a strap-on cock had been modified for me. It was extremely white, a good seven inches big and thick. Although I could take such a cock in my cunt with ease, sitting on it would be more awkward, as would, obviously, attempting to work with it deep in me. 

I also wondered if I should take my pantyhose off, as obviously it was impossible to do it with them on. Instead, I decided to grab a pair of scissors, cut a hole in my cheap pantyhose (I planned to buy better pairs after work, or maybe even thigh high stockings... why was I even thinking of dressing even sluttier?) and then, realizing my panties were also in the way, cut my panties and threw them in the garbage (it was easier than undressing). 

I then awkwardly lowered my fevered cunt onto the big plastic cock. 

I moaned as it parted my wet pussy lips and felt the pleasure course through me as my needy cunt was filled. 

Once it was all in me, I looked around. No one else was in the room and I desperately needed to get off. So, I put my hands on my desk and began awkwardly riding the cock. Unfortunately, because of the arm rests on my chair, I really struggled to get into any sort of rhythm and was experiencing more frustration than I was pleasure. 

Pausing, I looked over at the cock on the wall and the Sybian and pondered if I should just go and use one of them. 

I had never used either before and both had me curious. I decided 'fuck it'. I was already seen by some as a slut and apparently would be by the rest at any given moment so I might as well enjoy myself. 

I stood up, moved to the Sybian, found the on switch, turned it on and lowered myself on the vibrating cock which was an inch smaller, but thicker, than the cock on my chair. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned, as the vibrations coursed through me as the vibrating cock filled me. This position was new. I was used to being on all fours, or bent over a desk, two very submissive positions, or on my back...I was rarely on top and never with my legs spread quite like this. 

Although I had a vibrator and a couple other toys, I usually, as strange as it sounds, grinded my cunt on a teddy bear when I masturbated, something I started doing back in my senior year after getting caught blowing. (By the way, it's still the same teddy bear!). But this, this machine was heaven and I already knew I was going to be going online to search for prices. 

I didn't have to ride it, I just closed my eyes and let the vibrations of the glorious machine take control. It was like having an electronic master who knew exactly what I needed. 

I was squeezing my tits through my blouse, my orgasm very close when I was startled by a voice. 

"Holy shit, I wouldn't have believed it myself if I wasn't seeing it with my own eyes," another female voice said. 

It was Juliette (and don't you dare spell it Juliet), an accountant who was originally from Paris, France. Her French was sexy and she dressed for work like a tart. She looked more like she was about to go to the bar than an office, but because of her European flair it passed for endearing and chic instead of unprofessional and slutty. It had been clear very quickly that she strongly disliked me, I didn't know if it was a race thing, a personality thing or a superiority thing (I had seniority over her), but regardless, it was abundantly clear. 

I didn't open my eyes at first, not wanting to see what was definitely going to be a smug smirk. Plus, my orgasm was imminent. 

"Don't you dare come, you fucking pretentious spic bitch," she demanded, her swearing sounding somehow sexy with that accent, an accent that before my humiliating submission I found completely grating on my nerves. 

Unfortunately, the buzzing and her venomous tongue were the final trigger that got me off. 

I moaned, "Sorrrrrrry," as my orgasm washed over me, my eyes still closed. 

"You fucking dumb spic," she said, her disgust clearly evident. 

"Godddddd," I whimpered, the orgasm only intensified by her sexy accent and degrading words. 

I heard her heels moving towards me and could sense she was directly in front of me. 

"I've waited a long time for this," she said. 

I opened my eyes and was staring at her trimmed cunt. She had already dropped her skirt to the ground, she too was wearing thigh high stockings (I mean seriously was there a memo I didn't get? The answer, I would learn, was yes). 

My body was still pulsing with pleasure from the intense orgasm as she roughly grabbed my head and pulled me into her cunt, while the vibrating machine kept on buzzing. 

Her scent was completely different, fruity even, as if she sprayed perfume down there. I immediately began licking, her little patch of hair not in the way to her pink pussy lips. 

"I knew you were too good to be true," she quipped, as I began licking. "All you dark skinned jungle bunnies are the same." 

I wanted to point out there were no jungles were I was and that was more a black racial shot, but it seemed rather irrelevant at the point. The point she was making, unfortunately, was tough to deny. I had become just like all my fellow cousins...another Dominican slut. I had just, on my own accord, ridden a Sybian, in my place of business, to get off. This, of course, after massaging and kissing my boss's feet and licking my first two pussies ever, two secretaries both below me in academic and financial standards. 

"You always acted like you were better than me and yet you are just a dirty ass whore," she continued, as I lapped hungrily at her wetness. 

My first orgasm refused to completely end and a second was already beginning to rise. 

"Do you think you are better than me?" she asked, moving my head back and pulling my chin up so I was staring at her. 

"No," I admitted, which was the truth at the moment. 

"Did you think you were better than me?" she questioned, looking down at me. 

The truth was yes, I thought she was a skank who used her accent and body and likely sucked and fucked her way into her position. Instead of lying, I admitted, "Yes." 

"Why?" she asked. 

The vibrating inside me was building as I replied, "I thought you were a slut." 

She scoffed, "Well that is literally the pot calling the kettle black." 

"Yes," I nodded with a soft moan, realizing how hypocritical I had been. I judged her and many other women as sluts who used their bodies to get ahead, while I secretly fantasized about being used and dominated by white men. 

She shook her head, "I'm going to have a lot of fun with you." 

She grabbed my head and pulled me back in her scented wetness. I resumed licking, wanting to get her off, and hopefully get myself off again at the same time. 

As I licked, she began grinding in my face, an act that made licking her a struggle and made it slightly hard to breathe. 

"Shit, I fucking can't wait to coat your spic face with my cum," she said, being excessively rough, which only turned me on more. 

I just tried to breathe and lick the best I could. 

After what was likely only a couple of minutes, yet felt a lot longer, a third woman came on my face. 

It was nowhere near as extreme as the massive squirting of Cameron, yet with a much stronger and tangier taste. I was in awe of the completely different tastes of different women's cum. 

My own orgasm building quickly, when she let go of my head, I began riding the Sybian, no longer caring about my image and dignity. 

"Shit, eating cunt gets you horny doesn't it?" she smirked, as she reached down and grabbed her skirt. 

"Being used like the cum slut I am is what really gets me off," I admitted. 

"Good to know," she chuckled, shaking her head. "And to think, you were about to be made partner." 

"Whaaaaaaat?" I questioned, my past three years all focused on becoming partner. 

"Oh yeah, it was inevitable," she shrugged, before adding, "was being the key word." 

I was shocked by her words, but my cunt didn't care as I came a second time, reverting to naughty Spanish words like I often did when Johnathan used me as a spic slut. "Joder, Soy tu puta lamiendo coño." 

She asked, "What did you just say?" 

As the machine rocked my world again, I answered, through stunted breathing, "In Spanish I said, 'fuck, I'm your cunt licking whore'." 

"Fucking priceless," she laughed, as she walked over to the couch grabbed my flag and used it to rub her cunt. 

I gasped. 

"What?" she shrugged, "I own you, just like America owns whatever nothing country you come from." 

"I come from the Dominican Republic," I tersely said, a sudden anger growing in me. 

"Really?" she asked, as she continued to rub her cunt all over my flag. "I thought you were from Haiti." 

"God, no, we are very different," I said, wanting to make clear there was a significant difference between the two. 

"Haitians aren't dirty sluts?" she asked. 

I went to speak, but she interrupted me, "What is slut in your third world language?" 

"It's Spanish," I clarified. 

"Fine, what is slut in Spanish?" she corrected, now walking back in front of me as she tossed the flag on the floor. 

"Puta," I answered, 

"What is dumb lesbian in Spanish then?" she asked. 

"Lesbiana mudo," I answered, words like lesbian and orgasm just adding an 'o' to the end. 

"What about big fat tits?" she asked, as I allowed the pleasure to swarm me and she slapped my tits through my blouse. 

"Tetas gordas grandes," I answered while whimpering, always loving having my tetas roughly played with. 

"Tetas, I assume are tits?" she asked. 

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded, not meaning to be so subservient to her, but it slipped out. 

"Ma'am," she laughed, "I'm ten years younger than you." 

Really she was five, but it was hardly worth pointing out. 

"How about big tits fat ass cunt munching spic?" she asked, a litany of derogatory terms making even more pussy juice leak down my legs. 

"Grandes tetas coño culo gordo spic mascando," I answered. 

"And what's with talking backwards?" she asked. 

"It's how we talk, ma'am," I answered, even though I knew French too sometimes changed the order of words from English. 

"No, it makes sense you are backwards people anyways," she shrugged. "How about big booty whore?" she questioned. 

"Gringa botin," I answered, curious if she would remember any of this. 

"Is ass gringa or botín," she questioned, as I awkwardly stood up off the amazing fuck contraption. 

"Zorro is slut, botín is booty and actually ass is culo," I answered, before adding, "on the other hand ass slut is puto culo." 

"So there are two different words for slut in Spanish," she asked. 

"Yes," I nodded, my legs feeling like rubber after two orgasms and fifteen minutes on that machine. 

"I think a third would be Elizabeth," she quipped, walking out. 

Humiliated, horny and exhausted, I went and picked up my flag. Involuntarily, I moved it to my nose and could smell her cunt on it. 

I put the flag back on the couch to air out and walked to my desk, sat on the dildo that easily went in my soaked coño and looked at the note on the monitor. 

I put the note on the side and tried to regain my composure as I looked at myself in the reflection of the monitor. 

Who was I? 

What was I? 

What the hell was going to happen next? 

I turned on my computer as I pondered these questions and glanced over to my defiled flag. 

I was a proud Dominican. 

I was a proud woman. 

I was an American. 

Yet... 

I was also a slut, a puta. 

I was an ass whore, a gringa culo. 

I was apparently a cunt bitch, perra coño. 

I entered my password to finally get to work, although apparently munching cunt was work. I had seven e-mails, one from Michelle from ten minutes ago that had the subject 'READ ASAP'. 

I clicked on it and it said: 

Cum Bucket, 

You will be in my office at eleven-thirty. You will be on your knees and waiting for me. Apparently, according to the video, you used the Sybian without permission. 

Of course, cum buckets only get to come when given permission by their superiors. A submissive spic like you should know that already. 

You are NOT to come again! 

You will be punished when I return. 

Now get to work, the Plasterton account needs to be done before you leave today. 

PS: Your new job title is CUM BUCKET and other duties as ASSigned. 

I read the e-mail a few times, stared at my new job title and sighed...just two words and that pretty much answered who I was, what I was and what the hell was going to happen next. 

The end of Chapter 3. 

Coming Next: Dominican Slut: Humiliated Pet



Dominican Slut: Humiliated Pet



Summary: Submissive slut is literally trained to be a good loyal pet. 

Note: This is dedicated to the real Johnathan and Elizabeth who inspired the story. The entire back story is based on real events...the plotlines are real fantasies of the lovely couple. 

Note 2: This is part four of a multi-chaptered story: 

In part one, Dominican Slut: Ass Slut, Elizabeth, a proud Dominican teenager determined to overcome stereotypes, gets seduced by a white college man and becomes his personal cocksucker and ass slut. 

In part two, Dominican Slut: Blackmailed, the story flashes ahead twelve years, where Elizabeth, now married, with two kids and working as a very successful accountant has indeed broken the cycle of generations of family members working in menial jobs. Yet, one mistake from college comes back to haunt her and she is drawn back into the world of white dominance as she is blackmailed into submission. 

In part three, Dominican Slut: Cunt Muncher, Elizabeth's Jewish bitch boss learns of her submissive slut past and present and reassigns her new job duties as the firm's CUM BUCKET...where she proceeds to taste pussy for the first, second and third time. 

Note 3: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, and Wayne for editing. 

Warning: Like my novella 'Deconstructing the Professor', this story will use racially inappropriate words to create the vivid, authentic race based story that has been requested. If words like 'nigger', 'spic', 'puta', 'gringa', 'culo', 'tetas', and 'coño', offend you, please don't read further. 

Glossary: 

I am a Canadian writing a story about a Dominican using a variety of Spanish terms. So, although I think I do a good job of explaining the Spanish words I use during the heat of the moment, here is a brief advance glossary: 

Puta: whore 

Gringa: whore - a term used by Dominicans for Americanized Dominicans 

Culo: ass 

Chula: cute or sexy 

Tetas: tits 

Coño: fuck 

PS: If any of these are used incorrectly, I apologize in advance. Urban Dictionary and Google Translate were my main sources. 

HUMILIATED PET 

To remind you of exactly where we left off: 

I got an e-mail from Ms. Goldstein: 

Cum Bucket, 

You will be in my office at eleven-thirty. You will be on your knees and waiting for me. Apparently, according to the video, you used the Sybian without permission. 

Of course, cum buckets only get to come when given permission by their superiors. A submissive spic like you should know that already. 

You are NOT to come again! 

You will be punished when I return. 

Now get to work, the Plasterton account needs to be done before you leave today. 

PS: Your new job title is CUM BUCKET and other duties as ASSigned. 

I read the e-mail a few times, stared at my new job title and sighed...just two words and that pretty much answered who I was, what I was and what the hell was going to happen next. 

Eventually.... 

I worked for the next hour and a half without interruption, although I constantly looked towards the door, expecting someone to come in and use me. I was both relieved and disappointed each time there was no one at the door, as I couldn't help but look forward to a cock or cunt to serve. 

I tried to work and yet it was tough because I was an emotional mess, my two personas (proud Dominican and submissive cum bucket) each battling inside for control. 

I wanted to just get up and leave. I wanted to just walk out the door. I wanted to just quit my job and start over. I wanted to reclaim my proud feminist past, one that had overcome so much to get to the position of power I had held just a couple of weeks ago. 

I also wanted to go back on the Sybian. I wanted to fuck myself with that wall cock. I wanted to taste another pussy, I wanted to be degraded and used. I wanted big white cock: in my mouth, my ass, my cunt. 

I...WAS...A...MESS. 

I eventually did, somehow, get some work done. Although nowhere near as much as I usually would in the same time frame. Anxiety, sexual hunger and a dildo deep in one's cunt can really be counter-productive. 

At 11:25, not wanting to be late, I made my way back to Ms. Goldstein's office. 

I kept my head down the whole way there, not making eye contact with the few people I passed. I didn't know if everyone knew, or just a few, but I was too ashamed to look any of my fellow co-workers or our secretaries in the eyes. 

Reaching Ms. Goldstein's office, Alannah nodded, "Just go in," as she typed on her computer. 

She gave me no hint of what I had done to her just a couple hours ago. I walked in expecting to find Ms. Goldstein at her desk, but the office was empty. 

Recalling the instructions, I lowered myself onto my knees and waited...and waited...and waited. 

It was after 12:30, my knees aching and yet somehow not wanting to disobey, assuming there was a camera in here if there was one in my new office, when the door finally opened. 

Unfortunately, it was actually Candace, my secretary, carrying a small paper bag. Oddly, my first feeling was one of disappointment. I knew whatever Ms. Goldstein had in store for me was going to be humiliating and yet I couldn't help but look forward to it. My second feeling was shame compounding shame as my sweet secretary saw me in this humiliating position. 

She asked, "Are you hungry?" 

My stomach was rumbling as I realized that other than pussy, I hadn't eaten a single thing. "Yes, I'm famished." 

"I brought you your favorite sandwich from Walker's," she said, handing it to me. 

"Thank you, you're a life saver." I replied, quickly opening up the bag and taking a bite. 

"Can I ask you something?" she asked, looking down at me. 

"Of course," I nodded. 

"Why do you let this happen?" she asked. 

"It's a long, twisted story," I replied. 

"You are a strong-willed woman, Mrs. Phillips," she pointed out. 

"I thought so too," I replied, feeling even greater shame at the fact that my secretary still saw me only as a strong-willed, hardworking feminist. 

I could see the complete shock in her eyes. 

"Why don't you just leave?" she asked. 

"It's not that simple," I answered, even though it could be. Just stand up and leave; just stand up and regain my dignity; just stand up and reclaim my Dominican pride. 

Yet... 

I didn't stand up. 

I remained on my knees. 

Shame compounding shame. 

When suddenly the door opened and Ms. Goldstein asked, "What are you doing in my office, Ms. Jones?" 

Candace stammered, "I-I-I was just making sure Mrs. Phillips had lunch." 

"Oh, I plan to make sure she is well fed," my boss quipped, her play on words obvious. 

I didn't say anything, just remained kneeling like the submissive I was. 

"Actually, I imagine our pet cum bucket would love to eat your pussy right now, wouldn't you, Mrs. Phillips?" she asked me, her tone as she spoke my married name a clear statement - a reminder of who I really was - a cheating wife. 

I didn't look up at my sweet twenty-two year old secretary as I answered, embarrassed to be admitting it, "Yes, I'd love that." 

"What would you love?" Ms. Goldstein asked, "Be clear." 

Shame compounding shame compounding shame, I answered, "I'd love to eat Candace's cunt." 

A gasp came from my shy southern secretary. 

Ms. Goldstein asked, looking at Candace, "Do you want our spic cum bucket to lick your cunt?" 

"N-n-no," she stammered, looking completely uncomfortable. 

"Let me reword this," Ms. Goldstein said, "Candace, let our cum bucket lick your white cunt or I will spank her in front of you." 

Candace looked down at me, clearly uncomfortable with what was happening. 

After a silent pause, Ms. Goldstein ordered, "Spic whore, crawl to my desk, stand up and bend over." 

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, immediately crawling to her desk, standing up and bending over her desk. 

"Candace, take a seat on the couch," my Mistress ordered. 

"Please, ma'am, this is making me very uncomfortable," Candace replied. 

"Now!" Mrs. Goldstein ordered. 

Candace obeyed, clearly not used to such depravity coming from the far south and yet just as clearly scared of her dominant bitch boss. 

Mrs. Goldstein walked over to me, pulled down my skirt, and without warning spanked my ass hard. 

"Aaaaaaah," I screamed, surprised by both the sudden slap and the searing pain. 

"With each slap you will tell me what you are and what you want," Ms. Goldstein ordered, enjoying humiliating me in front of the one person left in the building who respected me. 

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, although I wasn't looking forward to another spank. 

SLAP! 

"I'm a dirty spic cunt craving whore," I declared. 

SLAP! 

"I'm a cock craving cum slut who wants to suck every employee here," I declared, which once I said it, was suddenly an appealing idea. 

SLAP! 

As the pain burned through me, my cunt leaked slightly from the humiliation, "I'm a Dominican cum bucket for white cunt and cock." 

SLAP! 

"I'm a three-hole puta who especially loves a big white cock filling my asshole with his dominant seed," I declared, my ass immediately feeling empty and indeed craving big white cock. 

"Please stop," Candace finally whispered. 

"Then let our cum bucket taste your cum," Ms. Goldstein said. 

"But I'm not gay," Candace answered. 

"Neither am I," Ms. Goldstein replied, "but you're not the one munching cunt, you're just getting your cunt munched." 

I begged, my ass burning and tears streaming down my face, "Please Candace, let me eat your sweet white cunt." 

Candace stood up and scurried out of the office and my heart sank. My weakness, my submission had had a negative impact on someone I liked. 

"Well, that didn't go as expected," Ms. Goldstein shrugged, as she sat down at her desk. 

I remained bent over, as she ignored me and typed on her computer. I couldn't see the screen from my position, so I had no idea what she was doing. 

After fifteen minutes of excruciating silence, she asked, "Do you want to eat my cunt?" 

"Yes, Mistress," I admitted, actually very curious what she tasted like. 

"And my ass?" she continued. 

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, although that was something I had never done. 

She ordered, "Crawl under my desk, slut." 

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, undeniably excited to taste her. 

Once under her desk, she ordered, "Kneel on all fours." 

I did, expecting to eat her cunt. 

Instead, she put her stocking-clad feet on my shoulders and remained working. 

Shame burned through me as I had suddenly become her foot stool which was somehow way more humiliating than eating her cunt or even her ass. She saw me as no more significant than furniture. Anger and shame burned through me at her complete contempt of who I was as a person. Yet, in many ways I knew I brought this on myself by being so weak back in high school to Vaughn, again in college in my one wild moment, and in not standing up to Bryce when he first blackmailed me. 

I don't know how long I was a foot rest, over an hour, before she ordered, "Massage my feet, spic." 

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, my cunt immediately getting wet at the name calling yet again. I spent the next lengthy amount of time massaging each of her feet, focusing on each nylon-clad toe, each ankle and calf. 

My knees were sore, my hands cramping, when she finally opened her legs and ordered, "Get licking." 

The opportunity to change positions, even if still on my knees, was a breath of fresh air. I moved between her legs, to her shaved pussy and began licking. As much as I hated to admit it, her pussy tasted amazing. It may have been because I was completely famished, but I eagerly lapped her cunt. 

"That's it, Elizabeth, I think I finally found something you are actually good at," she moaned. 

I hated her view of my lack of worth towards the company, yet I didn't say anything to defend myself, instead I continued my submissive duties. 

She rolled her chair back, looked down at me and smiled as she asked, "Are you happy with your new job duties?" 

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, shame at admitting this coursing through me. 

"And you want to eat my white cunt right now?" she asked, her phone now pointing directly at me. 

I was staring at the phone knowing I was already way too deep in this submissive blackmail to stand up for myself. "Yes," I whispered. 

"Say it with pride," she ordered. 

"Yes, I want to eat your beautiful white cunt," I admitted, looking down at it and meaning the words I was saying. 

"Beg, bitch," she demanded, still holding the camera at me. 

Wanting to bury my face back in her cunt, I begged, "Please Mistress, let your lesbiana puta lick your beautiful, superior, white pussy perfection." 

"What's puta?" she asked. 

"It means whore in Spanish," I answered. 

"Eat away, puta," she nodded. 

The offer given, I dove into her wetness, craving pussy juice. I lapped with insatiable lust wanting to get her off and taste the full flood of her nectar. 

"You really love munching white cunt, don't you?" she asked. 

"So much," I admitted, while continuing to lick. 

"What about your husband?" she asked, lifting my head back up, her juice on my lips. 

"He knows of my weakness," I admitted. 

"What weakness is that?" she asked. 

"I'm submissive and unable to resist white cock," I answered. 

"What about white pussy?" she questioned. 

"That is new," I admitted. 

"Are you unable to resist white cunt too?" she asked, a wide smirk on her face. 

"So it seems," I nodded, licking her wetness on my lips. 

"Would your husband be okay with this?" she questioned. 

"He'd understand," I answered, believing he would, although I had never cheated on him... we had avoided our weaknesses by living our sexual, submissive, racial fantasies through each other... until this past two weeks. 

"Would he?" she asked, raising her eyebrow. 

"I hope so," I said, not as confident as I would like to be in my answer. 

"Well, that is a conversation for another time," she shrugged. "Get back to work, puma." 

I corrected her, "It's puta." 

"Never correct me," she glared. 

"Sorry, Mistress," I apologized, her ability to turn to angry in a heartbeat scary as hell. 

"Now get back to work, you dumb spic," she ordered, grabbing my hair and roughly shoving my face in her cunt. 

I resumed licking, my head spinning with how Johnathan would react if he learned of my submission. Would he understand? Would he be furious? Would he be supportive? Realizing I could not only lose my career, but my marriage as well (which should have been obvious the moment Bryce first blackmailed me), my heart sank. 

"We really have found your area of expertise at the firm," she moaned, holding the back of my head. "Cock sucking and cunt munching." 

I winced at the simplicity of how she saw me, yet based on her treatment of me, right from when she first met me, it shouldn't have come as any surprise. 

I kept licking, wanting to get her off and try to figure a way out of my current predicament. 

She began grinding her cunt on my face and moments later my face was again coated with pussy wetness. My mind immediately shut off again as I hungrily lapped up the intoxicating, addicting pussy juice. 

I continued lapping until she pushed my head away and ordered, "Go lick and sniff my pumps, puppy slut." 

Being referred to as a puppy was just another layer of humiliation adding onto the plethora of layers that had already been thrown at me. Like all the others, being called a dog, being treated like a pet, only added to my desire to obey. 

I craved humiliation in the same way a smoker craves nicotine or a drug addict craves the high... putting it in such simplistic terms sent a shudder up my spine as I moved to the black pumps. Even as I buried my nose in her high heel, even as I extended my tongue to lick, I pondered my addiction. In my simile, comparing my addiction to smokers or drug addicts, they were unhealthy cravings and bad for you... even though each made the body and mind feel better when taken. 

I knew I needed to stop. 

I knew I needed to save myself from the downward spiral I was currently in. 

I knew I needed to protect my marriage... to protect my husband from entering into a similar freefall. 

Yet, I didn't know how. 

I sniffed and licked her other pump, my head contemplating the full spectrum of my submissive plight. I could have faked licking her shoe, yet I didn't. I felt compelled to obey, regardless of how menial, how humiliating the task. 

"Are you horny, puppy slut?" she asked. 

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, the thought of my plight fading immediately as the idea I may be allowed to come was suggested. 

"Crawl to the middle of my office and get yourself off," she ordered. 

"Thank you, Mistress," I nodded, quickly crawling from out of my submissive desk cave and to the open room. 

I moved onto my ass and back, very thankful to be off my aching knees, and put my hand to my fevered cunt. 

"Take off your blouse so I can see those fat udders, Lizzy cow," she ordered. 

Another insulting animal reference sent another chill through me. 

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, unbuttoning my blouse and tossing it aside. 

"The bra too," she ordered, before adding, "Cows don't wear bras, they let their udders droop free." 

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, my 38DD breasts being quite large and, without a bra, a major distraction. 

I took off the bra and she said, "Holy shit, those are some big udders." 

"Thank you, Mistress," I replied. 

"Back on all fours," she ordered. 

I obeyed. 

"Shit, those udders almost hit the floor," she said, walking over to me. She bent down and slapped my tits, which jiggled and swayed. "Fuck, I can only imagine what these udders looked like when you were breast feeding." 

"I was a double E, Mistress," I answered, remembering how much my back ached for the whole year I breast fed both times. 

"Between your huge cow udders, your rhinoceros ass and your dog like loyalty you really are an animal hybrid," she accused, slapping my ass again. 

I didn't respond this time, being compared to a cow, rhinoceros and dog being the most humiliating moment of my life and yet wetness leaked out of my cunt. 

"Moo like a cow for me," she ordered, as she reached down and pulled my nipple. 

I yelped when she roughly yanked my nipple, but I obeyed, my face burning again with shame and lust, "Mooooooooooo." 

"Shit, I don't know what a rhino sounds like, now trumpet like an elephant, your ass is as wide as one anyway," she ordered, adding another insulting animal comparison to me. 

I'm not sure why, but as I obeyed, making a strange elephant sound, I even lifted my right arm up in the air as if it was a trunk. The sound is impossible to replicate in print, but I sounded absurd. 

"On your knees and beg like a puppy," she demanded. 

I moved onto my knees, lifted my arms up and bent over my wrists and pouted like a newborn puppy. 

"Fucking hilarious," she roared, looking down at me. 

I just remained stoic in my submissive pet position. 

"Bark for me," she ordered. 

"Woof," I barked, shame continuing to course through me. 

"Now whine like a puppy," she ordered. 




Dominican Slut: Humiliated Pet



I whined, another sound that is tough to describe. 

"Now purr like a kitty," she continued to amuse herself at my expense. 

"Meow," I replied. 

"No you dumb border jumper, purr!" she demanded, scolding me for my insipidness. 

I purred. 

"Back on all fours," she ordered, "it's time to play horsey." 

I obeyed and watched in surprise awe as she straddled my back and ordered, as she spanked my ass, "Giddy up." 

I couldn't believe how far I had fallen in under two weeks. I was half naked, in my boss's office, on all fours giving her a horsey ride. It didn't get more humiliating than this. 

I walked in a circle around her office, moving slow as she was quite heavy, even as my own juices leaked out of me. 

"Back to my desk, horsey," she ordered, slapping my ass again. 

I obeyed, very thankful that this moment of humiliation was coming to an end. 

When she got off, she asked," Still horny?" 

I could feel her wetness on my back, which only added to the shame, yet the answer was, as usual, "Yes, Mistress." 

"You may now come like the fuck pig you are," she said, as she moved back to her desk. 

"Thank you, Mistress," I replied, immediately moving onto my back and beginning to frig myself. 

"What sound does a pig make?" she asked. 

"Oink!" I moaned, as my two fingers pumped in and out of my fevered cunt. 

"Keep making animal sounds, my pet whore," she ordered, as she watched me amused. 

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, before beginning to bark. 

"That's it, relapse into your natural animal carnal instincts," she quipped. 

I kept barking, my sounds getting louder as I got close to eruption. 

"A cat," she ordered. 

I began purring loudly, my orgasm imminent. 

"A monkey," she demanded, another new animal, one that I occasionally used when I was humiliating Johnathan. 

"Eeeeee, eeeeeee, eeeeeeeeee," I moaned, somehow getting off from the animal sounds and the demeaning treatment. 

"Now come you dumb, spic, monkey loving, ass fucking, cock sucking, cunt licking, pet," she listed off. 

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," I screamed, literally sounding like a monkey as my orgasm hit. 

"You fucking slut," she continued, "coming on the floor like a two bit spic whore." 

"Eeeeeeeeee," I moaned, my mind completely shut off, as another intense orgasm riddled through me. 

Over the intercom, Alannah asked, "Ma'am, you have a five o'clock meeting at Pierre's." 

"Shit," Ms. Goldstein said, "Thanks Alannah, is the car ready?" 

"Of course, ma'am," Alannah said. 

"Well, I guess I've got to go," Mistress said, as I lay on the ground writhing in euphoria. 

After a moment, she added, "You need to call your husband and tell him you have to work late." 

"Okay," I weakly agreed, unsure how much more I could take and what else she had in store for me this crazy day. 

"Now, bimbo," she ordered. 

I struggled to get up, my legs completely weak. 

"Hurry the fuck up," she demanded, roughly grabbing me by my hair and pulling me up. 

I yelped but was on my feet. She dragged me to her desk and handed me the phone. 

I typed in his cell number and he picked up on the second ring. 

She quickly pressed the speakerphone button so she could listen to our conversation. 

"Hey. honey, how was your day?" he asked. 

"Unforgettable," I answered, cryptically, as she grabbed a marker from her desk. 

"You'll have to tell me all about it when you get home," he said, his usual jovial self, completely oblivious to my scandalous cheating day. 

"For sure," I agreed, "but I need to stay late." 

"Is dragon lady on a rampage again?" he asked. 

I felt my skirt lifted back up and the marker placed at my asshole entrance. "She has been very demanding todaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay." I screamed the last word as she shoved the marker, without any lube, up my ass. 

A searing pain coursed through me. Even though the marker was thinner and shorter than Bryce's or my husband's dick, the lack of lube tore my ass apart. 

"You okay?" he asked. 

"Yes, just got poked," I answered. 

"I'll be sure to poke you when you get home," he quipped, never one to not make a sexual comment when the door was opened. 

"I hope so," I replied, even though I wasn't sure I'd have any energy left. 

The bitch began fucking my ass with the marker. 

I added, while trying not to whimper or moan, "I really don't know how long I'll be tonight, she has really been working me over today." 

"Well, I promise to really work you over too," he said, before adding, "although I wouldn't mind getting worked over myself." 

I needed to get off the phone before he said anything else that would give Ms. Goldstein any more ammunition against me. 

"I've got to go," I urgently replied. 

"Okay, but just so you know, I can't wait to suck on those dirty toes of yours and be your bitch tonight," he added. 

'Fuck!" I thought to myself, as I reached to hang up the phone. 

Of course, she slapped my hand away. 

"Okay," was all I mustered, desperate to protect his kinky fetish from a manipulative bitch like her. 

"I even bought a new strap-on for you to wear," he revealed. 

'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' I thought to myself, but now, with the secret at least partly out and not wanting him to get suspicious by my one word answers, I replied, "Mmmmmmm, was my little boy bad today?" 

"Almost, Mommy," he replied. "and I definitely need to be disciplined." 

"Well you be in position when I get home," I ordered, trying to wrap it up. 

"Yes, Mistress," he agreed. 

"Bye, nigger," I said, knowing that was always the way we ended conversations that ended up like this. 

"Bye, Mistress," he replied, and hung up. 

"Holy mother fuck," Ms. Goldstein said. 

"Please keep him out of this," I pleaded. 

"Oh, but that was too delicious," she purred, as she pulled the marker out of my ass and shoved it in my mouth. 

The taste was disgusting, but I sucked my own asshole as she continued, "I'm dying to hear more about your faggot nigger husband, but that will have to wait." 

She pulled the marker out of my mouth and continued, "You will remain in my office until six-thirty. You may work at my desk on the Hutchinson file. At six-thirty you will return to your new office and obey and entertain all the night staff. Is that clear?" 

I winced. The night staff was mostly Haitians. 

"What, you don't like to suck and fuck people of your race?" she asked, noticing my look of disgust. 

"They are not my race," I replied, "I'm a Dominican and they are mostly Haitians." 

"Brown is brown," she shrugged, as she walked out of the office, leaving me alone. 

I got dressed, not being told I couldn't as so many questions swirled around my head. 

How could I get out of this predicament? 

Did I want to? 

What about Johnathan? What would he do if he knew what I had been doing? What would he do if he knew that my bitch boss knew part of his kink? Would he submit to her too? I thought he would. 

Why don't I just leave right now? 

What would she do with all the video evidence she had on me? 

I decided I needed to ride this out and deal with it later, even though I cringed at the idea of what I was expected to do next. So, reluctantly accepting this day of submission wasn't over, I went to her desk, thankful to be allowed to sit down after hours of being on the floor. 

The file she mentioned was already on her desk and computer and thus I began working, Oddly, working on a file got my mind off my humiliating day as I finally did what I was actually paid to do. 

Before I knew it, it was almost six-thirty when the phone rang. 

"Go to your office now," a female voice ordered. A voice I recognized as Juliette. 

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, nervous to see what was going to happen next. 

"Now, whore," she ordered, hanging up. 

I took a deep breath, stood up and walked to the door. Once opened, I noticed that no one was around and I began to walk to my office. 

"Knees, bitch!" a voice roared from behind me. 

I immediately dropped to my knees. 

"You really are a dumb spic," Juliette said, as she roughly pushed me from behind so I fell onto my hands. 

I began crawling to my office, again becoming the submissive I was. 

Reaching my office, I saw my flag on the floor. 

"Crawl to your flag, cum bucket," Juliette ordered. 

I obeyed and when I reached my blue, red and white flag I gasped. 

There was cum all over my flag. 

"Every male member of the firm has left you a welcome to your new role gift," she revealed. 

I stared at the utter disrespect to not only me, but my country. 

"Go ahead," she ordered, "clean up your flag... with your tongue." 

My head spinning, my cheeks burning, my guts wrenching, my cunt leaking, I reluctantly obeyed yet another humiliating order. 

I leaned down and began retrieving the many loads of cum splattered all over my flag. 

"Good cum bucket," she purred, "tomorrow you can actually be a true cum bucket." 

As I licked up the cum, the task so degrading, I began to get horny again. 

'Fuck!' I sighed to myself, as I savoured someone's cum. I really was in over my head. 

As I continued cleaning my flag for a few minutes, I heard a male janitor's voice, "Mierda! lo que una puta dominicana." 

I winced. I was just called a Dominican slut by a Haitian. 

Juliette ordered, "Come back at seven." 

"Yes, ma'am," he replied. 

"The boys are eager to have their own Dominican puta," she laughed. 

I kept licking up the loads of cum on my flag knowing that the humiliation wasn't over by a long shot. 

I eventually licked every drop of cum I could see on the flag, even as she called me a plethora of derogatory names. I felt a rush of Dominican pride as I looked at my flag now, minus the semen, although there were definitely a few stained spots.  

"Come get your dessert, puta," she ordered, sitting on my chair and spreading her legs. 

I crawled to her, glancing up at the clock. It was five to seven. 

As I buried my face in her hairy cunt, my own cunt again burning for attention, I set my resolve to stay proud of my Dominican background no matter what was about to transpire. 

As I licked, I began to hear voices and Juliette declared, "Ready for your gangbang?" 

Ironically, I had always fantasized being gangbanged. It was easily one of my biggest unfulfilled fantasies (my one college night excluded), to have half a dozen or more men using all three of my holes for hours. 

But not like this... 

Alas, I was just a submissive puta who couldn't, no matter how much I should, stand up for herself. 

I looked up at Juliette, my face wet with her pussy juice, and answered, "Yes, Mistress." 

"Finish me off first," she ordered, grabbing my face and shoving it back in her cunt. 

As I resumed licking, I heard more voices and although I was repulsed that I was about to be gangbanged by janitors, Haitian janitors, my cunt was leaking. 

I sighed as I realized I was no better than my slutty cousins... 

In many ways I was worse than them as I pretended to be something I wasn't. 

I had created a façade of being a successful, respectable business woman. 

Yet, as I felt hands lift up my skirt, while my face was roughly grinded on, I was definitely just another spic slut. 

In many ways, a three dressed up as a nine. 

THE END...for now. 

Coming next: Dominican Slut: Janitor Gangbang



Dominican Slut: Janitor Gangbang



Summary: Former professional is used by people below her social status. 

Note: This is dedicated to the real Johnathan and Elizabeth who inspired the story. The entire back story is based on real events...the plotlines are real fantasies of the lovely couple. 

Note 2: This is part five of a multi-chaptered story: 

In part one, Dominican Slut: Ass Slut, Elizabeth, a proud Dominican teenager determined to overcome stereotypes, gets seduced by a white college man and becomes his personal cocksucker and ass slut. 

In part two, Dominican Slut: Blackmailed, the story flashes ahead twelve years, where Elizabeth, now married, with two kids and working as a very successful accountant has indeed broken the string of generations of family members working in menial jobs. Yet, one mistake from college comes back to haunt her and she is drawn back into the world of white dominance as she is blackmailed into submission. 

In part three, Dominican Slut: Cunt Muncher, Elizabeth's Jewish bitch boss learns of her submissive slut past and present and reassigns her job duties, naming her the firm's CUM BUCKET...where she proceeds to taste pussy for the first, second and third time. 

In part four, Dominican Slut: Humiliated Pet, Elizabeth is trained to be a completely submissive pet for her boss...including being treated like a variety of animals. It ends, with an order to obey all the night staff...this is how she obeyed. 

Note 3: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, Wayne for editing this story. 

Warning: Like my novella 'Deconstructing the Professor', this story will use racially inappropriate words to create the vivid, authentic race based story that has been requested. If words like 'nigger', 'spic', 'puta', 'gringa', 'culo', 'tetas', 'coño', 'chocha' and 'mierda' offend you, please don't read further. 

Glossary: 

I am a Canadian writing a story about a Dominican using a variety of Spanish terms. So, although I think I do a good job of explaining the Spanish words I use during the heat of the moment, here is a brief advance glossary: 

Puta: whore 

Gringa: whore - a term used by Dominicans for Americanized Dominicans 

Culo: ass 

Tetas: tits 

Coño: fuck 

Chocha: cunt 

Mierda: shit or fuck 

Polla: cock 

PS: If any of these are used incorrectly, I apologize in advance; Urban Dictionary and Google Translate were my main sources. 

One more warning...although of less importance: This chapter is straight sex with little additional plot and focuses on the racial divide between Dominicans and Haitians. 

It also leaves off immediately following the end of Humiliation Pet. 

Dominican Slut: Janitor Gangbang 

As Juliette rubbed her cunt all over my face, I felt fingers playing with my pussy. 

"The gringa whore is all wet," the guy fingering me said. 'Gringa whore,' was a term used by Dominicans to criticize Americanized Dominicans, which made me wonder if the guy violating my cunt was Dominican. 

Truth be told, although I spent many late nights at the firm, I really hadn't bothered to remotely get to know the evening cleaning staff. I saw them as reminders of why I had worked so hard to excel in high school, get into a great college and get a high paying job. Yet, now here I was on my knees, eating pussy while being molested by a stranger... I hated the irony. 

I also wanted to refuse this submission to people below me, to a race below me, yet I was utterly helpless. 

Juliette came on my face a moment later just as the guy behind me shoved his whole fist in me. 

I screamed in Juliette's cunt as she flooded my mouth with her cum. 

"The gringa took my whole fist," the guy said, as I tried to deal with just how full I felt. 

Juliette laughed, as she pushed my head away, "Taking a whole fist up your twat, you really are a whore." 

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned, as the person behind me fisted me, making yet another orgasm grow inside me. 

"Well, I'll leave you to your own people," she said, standing up and walking away. 

Looking up, I saw four men, including the old man from yesterday, plus the one behind me, and two women, one who I knew was a Filipino who had only been here a few months and the other a fellow Dominican woman who was in her forties at least. 

"So we didn't believe Phillip when he told us about you blowing him yesterday," one of the younger Haitians said. 

"I told you guys," the old man added, looking very happy to be proven right. "She's the biggest gringa ever." 

My face burned with shame and anger, yet the fist inside me had me completely at his whim. 

The Dominican woman looked down at me, shook her head and said, "You acted so high and mighty all this time, but you're clearly even worse than us. You skanked your way to the top." 

"I didn't," I protested, somehow wanting her to know that I got to the top through hard work. 

"Mierda," she snapped, "you ignored us servants while you wiggled your culo and sucked polla." 

"Lo que es un culo greta," The guy behind me quipped. 

Her saying 'bullshit,' and accusing me of not earning my professional position frustrated me, as I had worked my ass off to get where I was until now; I didn't wiggle my ass or suck cock to get where I was. Yet, hearing the guy fisting me commenting that I had a great ass somehow made me feel good about myself. I protested, "I worked my ass off to be this successful." 

"Oh, so you take it in your culo," she quipped, now standing right in front of me. "No wonder you rose so quickly." 

"No," I said, "you're twisting my words." 

"Enough chit chat," the old man said, "I want a piece of the gringa." 

The guy behind me pulled his hand out and a loud pop echoed through the room. 

The Dominican woman sat down in the spot Juliette had just vacated a couple of minutes ago, and said, "I've fantasized about putting you in your place for a long time." 

"Why?" I asked, as I felt hands on my hips and then a cock fill my cunt. 

"Because you pretended you were better than fellow Dominicans," she accused. 

"I did not," I said defiantly, although that is exactly what I thought. 

"Mierda," she said, slapping me across the face. "Don't fucking lie to me." 

"Sorry," I apologized, as the old man began fucking me as hard as he could. 

"Sorry, what?" she asked, as she stood up and pulled her jeans down. 

"Sorry, Mistress," I whispered, not liking submitting to someone like her. 

"Say it louder," she ordered, as she pulled her panties down. 

"Sorry, Mistress," I repeated, this time loud enough for all to hear. 

"Much better, gringa," she nodded, as she knelt backwards in front of me, her wide ass now in my face. 

"Since you like culos so much, you can eat mine," she said, spreading her ass cheeks. 

Every time I thought I had hit rock bottom, I learned there was always another new rock bottom. I leaned forward and began licking her slightly hairy rosebud. 

"That's it gringa, eat my culo," she moaned. 

The old man groaned, and without warning, came in my cunt. 

My eyes went wide as I felt his cum fill me as I wasn't taking any precautions to protect me from getting pregnant. I whined, "No, not in me," even though it was obviously too late. 

"Why?" he asked, "I think you would look adorable with a little Haitian baby." 

"God, no," I said, then realized I'd only made my situation worse by acting so racist. 

"I told you, the diva thinks she is better than us," the older woman said. 

"Well, let's fill her chocha all night with dominant Haitian cum," another said, as the old man pulled out of me. 

"Please, no," I begged, "just cum down my throat, or on my face or tits." 

"And you're not a slut?" the older woman asked again. 

"I just don't want to get pregnant again," I replied, willing to be a complete fuck whore to avoid it. 

"We'll let God decide that," she answered, before adding, "now get that face back in my culo." 

As a second cock, much bigger than the first, slammed into me, I leaned forward and resumed licking her asshole. 

"Pretty tight chocha for a gringa," the guy behind me said. 

"She won't be by the time we are done with her," another said. 

The older woman sat back on the chair, and spread her legs, revealing the hairiest cunt I have ever seen and ordered, "Time for a hair pie." 

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, leaning forward and trying to find a path to her pussy through the forest of hair. Her scent was strong and slightly pungent. 

Somehow seeing my scrunched up face, as if I had eaten a lemon, she informed me, "I just took a piss before coming here so you may taste some of that." 

'Great' I thought to myself, but instead of complaining, just leaned forward and began licking. The cock in my pussy was also really pounding me, making my face bounce in her hairy cunt while also making yet another orgasm rise quickly. 

"Here comes my cum," he grunted, spewing his seed deep into me and my unprotected womb. 

He pulled out, cum leaking out of me, as I continued licking cunt, my orgasm prevented just before it erupted. 

"Who's next?" someone asked. 

"I am," another said. 

Moments later I felt hands on my hips, but this time the cock poked my asshole. 

"Do you want it in the culo?" he asked. 

I didn't even hesitate, hoping that meant one less load going inside my cunt, "Yes, Master, fill my asshole with your big dick." 

I hadn't even seen his dick, but was trying to manipulate him with my slut talk. Calling him 'Master' I hoped would also have him taking control and plowing my ass instead of my cunt. 

It worked as he slid his cock into my ass. I moaned as I kept licking the cunt in front of me. 

The older woman demanded, "My clit, suck on my clit." 

I obliged and in seconds her orgasm hit her and she coated my face with a small amount of pussy juice. 

"Oh God," I groaned, as the guy behind me hammered my ass with a pretty big cock. 

"Move gringa, I want to fuck the bitch's face," a man said, as he pushed the older woman out of the way and shoved his cock in my mouth. 

I gagged at first, as he grabbed my head and literally fucked my face. 

But I got used to it quickly, his dick was pretty small, and loud slobbery sounds echoed around the room. 

Surprisingly, or maybe not, the guy fucking my face came in my mouth in under a minute. 

As soon as he finished spewing in my mouth, he pulled out and ripped my blouse off. 

"Nice fat tetas," he said, leaning down and pulling on them. 

"Let's dp this puta," the guy slamming my ass said, as he pulled out. 

I was lifted up, my skirt was ripped off, and I was mauled as two men cupped my tits, one of them kissing me on the mouth... which somehow made me feel way guiltier in regards of cheating than everything else I had done. Sex is just sex, but kissing is intimate. 

I didn't kiss back, until he ordered, slapping me across the face, "Kiss me back, fuck slut." 

I reluctantly kissed him back, guilt washing over me at this intimate betrayal. This I knew Johnathan would not be happy about. 

Thankfully, it was short lived as I looked down at the youngest of the men who was now lying on the floor with his erect small penis pointing up. I thought to myself, 'I won't even feel that in either of my downtown fuck holes'. I then thought to myself how completely slutty I had just sounded. 

"Straddle his cock," the guy kissing me said, as he roughly pushed me to the ground. 

I noticed he was lying on my Dominican Republic flag as I straddled his cock and lowered myself on it. 

I then felt the guy who had just kissed me, move behind me. He asked, "Ready to be a real puta?" 

My need to come overriding everything yet again, no longer caring that they were Haitians, but rather seeing them just as cocks, I admitted, "God, yes, make me your puta culo bitch." 

"As you wish," he said, as he slid his dick, thicker than the last guy's, into my ass. 

I moaned loudly, loving a cock in my ass, "Oh yes, pound my shit hole." 

"Such a nasty gringa," someone else said, as I suddenly saw a dick in front of my face. 

I didn't hesitate as I flipped my necklace with a crucifix behind my back and opened up and took another cock in me, now having dick in all three of my holes. 

"The bitch is Catholic," the guy that was pounding my ass declared with an amused chuckle. 

The guy I was sucking pulled out and he asked, "What would the Lord say about you taking three cocks in you at once?" 

Before I could respond, the guy on the ground said, "According to Matthew 5:28 she has made us all sinners." 

Although you couldn't tell as I committed adultery, and was willingly being sodomized, I was a Catholic girl who went to church every Sunday and repented my many sins and naughty thoughts. Yet, I also knew the Bible very well and knew that according to Peter in Acts (I forget which verse) as long as I was baptised and repented all my sins would be cleared. I replied, "The Lord gave me three holes for pleasure and three holes to please with." 

"You really are a nasty cum puta," the guy said, as he shoved his dick back in my mouth. 

The guy pounding my ass, grabbed my crucifix and held on to it as he continued reaming my back door. 

For a couple of minutes the only sounds were me slobbering over a dick, and the hard slapping of bodies. 

Then the guy in my mouth grunted, pulled out and coated my face with his cum as he joked, "Here's your very own baptism." 

The guy in my ass, who was really reaming me now, ordered, "Tell the congregation what you really worship." 

My orgasm so close, I admitted, "Dick, big white dick." 

"Don't you mean any dick?" he corrected. 

"Yes, dammit, I love dick and being a cum bucket gringa," I admitted, bouncing on both cocks still in me. 

"Beg to come, you fucking culo gringa cum bucket," he demanded. 

"Oh please, Masters, let your gringa come," I begged, "fill all my holes with your cum." 

"Even your chocha?" he asked. 

"Yes, dammit, fill my unprotected chocha with your cum," I begged, my orgasm so fucking close I would say or do anything to get off. 

"Now gringa," he ordered, as he grunted and deposited a load deep in my rectum. 

The guy below me began bucking up as well enhancing my euphoria. 

Reverting to Spanish as I often did when I was past the point of no return, I screamed, "Mi culo , mierda, llenar mi culo," which loosely translated was bimbo gibberish for, 'My ass, shit, fill my ass." 

I was bouncing back on both cocks, desperate to get off, when the orgasm finally hit and I screamed loud enough to alert the entire building, "Sí, sí, sí, Papi!" 

I collapsed onto the guy in my cunt, my tetas landing in his face as I kept coming and coming. 

When the guy in my ass pulled out, I was quickly flipped over like I was a rag doll, which is pretty impressive because I'm not a small woman, and the last guy to not come yet, I think, began pounding my cunt. 

"Wrap the flag around the proud Dominican puta," someone said, which made me realize I was lying on my flag, even as cum leaked out of my gaping asshole. 

My body was still quaking from the orgasm as he said, "Wait till I shoot my load all over her fat tetas." 

Suddenly I saw a pussy above my face. It was the quiet Filipino girl. As she lowered her cunt on my face, she apologized, "Sorry, but you get me so horny." 

Her awkward English and her cute demeanor was the polar opposite to everyone else using me. I smiled, impressively remembering her name, "It's okay, Charina, let me make you feel good." 

I leaned up, pulled her down onto my face and began licking. 

Suddenly, the guy in my cunt, pulled out, shoved his cock between my tits and began fucking. 

I kept licking the sweet Filipino pussy while he manhandled my tits which did absolutely nothing for me. 

"Such fucking big fat tetas," he grunted and I felt his warm cum coat the valley between my tits. 

"Back to work everyone," the older female said, who I hadn't heard from for a while now that I thought about it. 

Charina began to move off me, but the older female said, "Not you, Charina, you enjoy yourself." 

"Thank you, ma'aaaaaam" Charina moaned in answer as she lowered her pussy back on my eager tongue. 

I kept licking, and it was only a couple of minutes before I got the sweet girl off and she flooded my mouth with a surprisingly excessive amount of cum. 

I kept lapping throughout her orgasm until she awkwardly got off me, looked down and said, "Salamat," and quickly scurried away. 

When I looked up, the only one left in the room was my fellow female Dominican, who walked over to me, and snapped a picture with her phone. 

"I still can't believe how you looked down on me all this time," she said. 

"I'm sorry," I replied, meaning it. I was no better than her, likely worse. 

She shrugged, "I think this worked out quite well, plus I can't wait to send these pictures to Danilsa." 

"Danilsa?" I asked, suddenly petrified that she somehow knew my sluttiest cousin... someone I had lambasted for being such a whore and family breaker. She had single-handedly caused much turmoil in my hometown when she got caught fucking our uncle (although that is a completely different story to tell another time... maybe). I also realized she said pictures, not picture, which implied she took others (likely of even more compromising positions than of me lying on my flag with a pussy juice covered face, and cum covered tits). 

"Yes, you know, Danilsa Gonzales," she revealed, my worst fears coming true, "she's your cousin isn't she?" 

"Yes," I sighed heavily. 

"She thinks the same of you," she quipped, "although I think she will soon be seeing you in a whole new light." 

"Please don't send her pictures or tell her about this," I pleaded. 

"Why?" she asked. 

"Because I don't want my family to know," I admitted. 

"Know what?" she asked, enjoying my humiliation. 

"That I'm a slut," I answered. 

"Like you called her?" she asked. 

"Yes," I sighed, even though Danilsa fucked our uncle which was a lot worse. 

"I'll have to think about it," she shrugged. 

"Can I go home now?" I asked. 

"Not yet," she answered, "two more come on at eight and they should definitely get a chance with the company cum slut." 

"Okay," I said, looking at the clock and realizing that was only ten minutes away and then realizing I had been gangbanged for over an hour. 

"Since you seemed to enjoy the remnants of my urine earlier, why not get a taste directly from the source?" she asked, as she walked in front of me. 

'Fuck!' I thought to myself as her cunt was lowered onto my face. 

"Open wide," she ordered. 

I obeyed just as her warm piss began spraying my face. Most went directly in my mouth, but some hit my chin and cheeks and then dripped off me and onto my poor flag. 

When she was done, she ordered, "Now be my toilet paper and lick me clean." 

I obeyed, once again hitting a new low. I had become a toilet and worse yet I enjoyed both the taste and the submissive act. 

As she stood up, a minute later, she said, "I think we have found one more task to add to your new job duties!" 

She walked out and I weakly got up and went to the washroom to clean myself up and go pee myself. 

When I returned, the last two men, two more Haitians, were waiting. They got me on all fours, put the flag over the top of me, and took turns fucking my mouth and cunt. 




Dominican Slut: Janitor Gangbang



Within fifteen minutes two more loads were spewed on my flag which I was again forced to clean up with my tongue before I was finally allowed to go home. 

Exhausted, humiliated and defeated, I headed home... although I stopped at a Victoria's Secret to buy a few pairs of thigh highs, and a truck stop to have a quick shower and make myself look presentable to my husband. 

Once home, I ended up fucking Johnathan in the ass with a white strap-on he had just purchased and felt oddly powerful being the one in charge, I called him a plethora of derogatory names and really reamed his ass. 

Once he came, all over the bed sheets like he often did when I topped him, he said, "Holy shit, baby, you were really on tonight." 

I pushed him onto his back, straddled his face and ordered, "Shut up, nigger, you got a cunt to eat." 

As he licked me, unaware of the loads of cum already deep in me, I wondered not how I was going to get out of this situation, but rather what was in store for me tomorrow. 

THE END... for now. 

Coming next: Dominican Slut: Office Cocksucker



Dominican Slut: Office Cocksucker



Summary: Submissive slut gets facial after facial from co-workers. 

Note: This is dedicated to the real Johnathan and Elizabeth who inspired the story. The entire back story is based on real events...the plotlines are real fantasies of the lovely couple. 

Note 2: This is part six of a multi-chaptered story: 

In part one, Dominican Slut: Ass Slut, Elizabeth, a proud Dominican teenager determined to overcome stereotypes, gets seduced by a white college man and becomes his personal cocksucker and ass slut. 

In part two, Dominican Slut: Blackmailed, the story flashes ahead twelve years, where Elizabeth, now married, with two kids and working as a very successful accountant has indeed broken the chain of generations of family members working in menial jobs. Yet, one mistake from college comes back to haunt her and she is drawn back into the world of white dominance as she is blackmailed into submission. 

In part three, Dominican Slut: Cunt Muncher, Elizabeth's Jewish bitch boss learns of her submissive slut past and present and assigns her job duties as the firms CUM BUCKET...where she proceeds to taste pussy for the first, second and third time. 

In part four, Dominican Slut: Humiliated Pet, Elizabeth is trained to be a completely submissive pet for her boss...including being treated like a variety of animals. It ends, with an order to obey all the night staff. 

In part five: Dominican Slut: Janitor Gangbang, Elizabeth is forced to serve all the janitorial staff, which adds to the humiliation for the once proud professional accountant and Dominican. 

Note 3: Thanks goamz86, Robert, and Wayne for editing. 

Warning: Like my novella 'Deconstructing the Professor', this story will use racially inappropriate words to create the vivid, authentic race based story that has been requested. 

Dominican Slut: Office Cocksucker 

The next day, I tried to call in sick. 

I was mentally exhausted, and physically aching after all I had done yesterday, as well as feeling extremely guilty for betraying my marriage. 

I left a message on Ms. Goldstein's answering machine, purposely calling before anyone would be able to answer and speak to me in person. 

I was on the internet, searching for a new job, when my phone rang. I ignored it, seeing the number was from the firm. 

When it hit the answering machine, it was Alannah, Ms. Goldstein's secretary, "Elizabeth, I highly recommend you get to work ASAP. Ms. Goldstein just got your message and said if you are not here in half an hour she will punish you." 

I froze. 

Fuck! 

I quickly got dressed, in a pair of the new thigh highs I purchased yesterday and a black dress that would hide the fact that I wasn't wearing a bra or underwear. 

I sped to work, terrified of what Ms. Goldstein would consider a punishment. I also cursed myself for assuming it would be that easy... to just not go to work. 

Reaching work, fifteen minutes later than demanded, I hurried to my office, unsure who I was to report to. 

I got to my desk, saw the dildo sitting on my chair, sighed and went to sit on it. My cunt was dry, so I had to rub it up and down my pussy lips until I was wet enough to take it in me. 

Once sitting, I logged onto my computer and saw I had a few work e-mails and one from Ms, Goldstein that was titled: Dumb Pet. 

It was from ten minutes ago. 

I clicked on it with dread. 

DUMB PET 

Did you really think I would let you just walk away? 

I own you! 

And now I will have to punish you. 

You will remain in your office, working (either on the files on your desk or on the cock or cunt that comes to you) until I beckon you. 

PS: You will take your blouse and dress off now as well, pets don't wear clothes. 

PPS: You can keep on the hosiery, I know that some of the men here like it. 

I stared at the e-mail, pondering what exactly the punishment would be... and surprised that my cunt was already wet with anticipation, even though I feared it. 

Reluctantly, I took off my dress, feeling incredibly vulnerable with my massive, sagging tits in clear view. 

Sighing heavily, and feeling chilled, my nipples instantly completely erect, I grabbed a file and tried to work. 

It wasn't even five minutes before Elmer Benedict, one of the accountants walked into my new office. He smiled wide and said, "Well, so it's really true." 

I didn't respond. Out of all the white people here, Elmer would be the one I would least want to do anything sexual with. He is almost 300 pounds and quite creepy. 

We walked over to me and said, "Those tits are huge." 

"Yeah, thanks," I replied sarcastically, not looking up. 

"Bitch," he said raising his voice, quite shocking considering he was so meek and mild in his demeanour with me until this encounter. 

"Excuse me?" I questioned, trying to be my old self, even as I sat on a chair, naked, with a dildo up my cunt. 

"You're just the company cum bucket now," he said, slapping my left tit. "And I have a deposit to make." 

Shifting quickly from defiant to pleading, I begged, "Please Elmer, not you too." 

"Seriously?" he scoffed. "You have used me ever since I started working here." He then pinched both my nipples and added, "Especially using these big puppies." 

"That is not true," I countered, even though I supposed there was some truth to it. He was so meek and mild that it was easy to manipulate him into doing whatever I wanted... and yes, in retrospect, I had used my looks and tits to manipulate him. 

"Bull shit," he again scoffed, as he pulled hard on my nipples, which frustratingly made me moan. 

"Aaaaaah," I moaned, as the rough treatment made me hot. 

"You like that?" he asked, twisting them simultaneously. 

"Nooooooo," I whined in pain. 

"Bull shit," he repeated, continuing to cause intense pain, which led to intense pleasure. 

"Please stop," I begged. 

"Sure, I'd rather just have you suck my cock anyway," he shrugged, giving one last tug on my tits. 

Just wanting this humiliation to end, I quickly fished out his dick, which was surprisingly thick, but not long, and deep throated it. 

"That's it slut, suck it like the pretentious bitch you are," he said. 

I never considered myself pretentious. Yet, from the treatment of the secretaries, to the French bitch who was pretentious herself, to the night staff and now Elmer, I guessed I had to really take a good look in the mirror. 

Did everyone see me as a pretentious bitch? 

Did everyone see me the way I myself saw Ms. Goldstein? 

As I bobbed up and down on his cock, I pondered this. I had never once considered that fellow employees didn't like me. Sure, I could be overbearing and intense, but I still thought most saw me as hard working and compassionate. Yet, the more I was used and dominated, the more I was learning that how I thought I was perceived wasn't how I was actually perceived. This was, in many ways, more disheartening, than the sexual humiliation I continued to get. 

"Getting close, you fucking dirty Mexican slut," he announced. 

I wasn't Mexican, but I was also learning that many white people couldn't tell the difference between many of us southern peoples... which makes sense I suppose, as I can't tell the difference between a Canadian, a Brit and an American at first appearance. 

"Here it comes," he declared, as he pulled out and ordered, "Take it all on your Mexican face." 

"I'm Dominican," I corrected, as I opened my mouth to catch his cum. 

"Like, I give a fuck," he said, as he shot his surprisingly full load all over my face. 

Once he was done coating my face with his cum, he instructed me, "I expect you to wear my cum with pride, my Mexican slut." 

"Yes, sir," I nodded, not bothering to correct his racial error. 

"Actually, you look rather natural with cum all over you," he said, as he shoved his cock back in my mouth. "Clean me up." 

I sucked his cock for a moment before I heard another guy's voice, "H-h-holy shit." 

"Hey, Barry." Elmer greeted, pulling out of my mouth. "You want a turn?" 

Barry, an eighteen year old, was our all-purpose guy. He did the mail run, the filing and was hired for the disability credit the government gave out for students in their senior year or right out of high school. Although his only real disability was a stammer when he spoke. 

"G-g-golly gee," he stammered, looking at me with shock and awe. 

"Tell him how much you want to suck his cock," Elmer ordered me. 

Reluctant, yet understanding my new job description, and assuming that he was a complete virgin, I looked at the eighteen-year-old and coyly asked, "Does Barry want to get a blow job?" 

"Talk dirty, whore," Elmer ordered, tapping my nose with his slowly shrinking dick. 

I reworded, feeling aroused at the demeaning treatment and the idea of being his first blow job, assuming I was right, "Come to your full-time Dominican cum bucket and let me suck every drop of your cum down my throat." 

"Or all over her Mexican face," Elmer added, ignoring my last sentence where I stressed the word Dominican. 

"Or shoot your load all over my Dominican face," I corrected, before adding, wanting to possibly be his first fuck too, my mind back in slut mode, "Or slam that big teen dick in my wet cunt." 

"Or her fat Mexican ass," Elmer added, clearly enjoying calling me a Mexican. 

Yet, I again ignored his condescending racial ignorance and offered, "Or my big fat tight Dominican asshole." I always liked how asshole sounded so much dirtier than just ass. 

"Get over here boy," Elmer ordered, as he put his shrinking member away. 

"I-I-I don't know," Barry stammered, clearly out of his comfort level. 

"Get over here now, boy," Elmer repeated, "She wants your dick. That is what she is paid for." 

That hurt. I know it was true now, yet I still tried to see myself as an integral member of the accounting firm... which I suppose I was, just not in the way I was a couple of days ago. 

I agreed with Elmer though, "Yes, Barry, my job is to make sure you are happy and stress free." 

"And your balls are drained," Elmer added, clearly enjoying the role reversal. 

"I'm here whenever you need to deposit a load, baby," I said seductively, wishing Elmer would leave and I could have Barry to myself. 

Barry walked over tentatively, like a child does when he knows he is in trouble. It was cute and only made me want to devour his cock more, even as the first load of Elmer's dried on my face. 

Elmer slapped Barry on the back and said, "That a boy," as he walked out and added, "I'll be back later today to deposit a second load." 

"I can't wait," I responded, although my tone dripped with sarcasm. 

"Be careful bitch," he threatened, as he stopped and glared at me. "I've always wanted a dirty cum whore to use as I wished." 

Unable to not be snappy, I quipped back, "Yes, I can't imagine you get many women on your own." 

"You fucking bitch," he roared, "I'll make you pay." 

"Not with that tiny dick," I shot back, even though his width would cause my ass to burn. 

"Oh, you'll see," he said, ominously and walked out his fat cheeks burning red with anger. 

I sighed, knowing I had just likely made things worse for myself, but also enjoying the brief satisfaction of giving back all that was thrown at me... my Dominican pride finally shining through these black dark clouds. 

Turning back to a trembling Barry, I asked, "You're eighteen right?" 

"Y-y-yes, m-m-ma'am," he nodded. 

"Are you a virgin?" I asked, dying to confirm my suspicions. 

"Y-y-yes, m-m-m-m-ma'am," he again nodded really struggling to speak, his already flushed cheeks going redder with that question. 

It was nice to be called ma'am for a change. I glanced down at his crotch area and saw a nice bulge. 

I asked, as I squeezed it through his trousers, "Is this because of me?" 

"Y-y-yes, m-m-m-m-m," he stuttered intensely, unable to get a word out as I squeezed his seemingly nice package. 

"Can I pull out your cock to play with, Barry?" I asked, although I didn't wait for an answer, as I fished his very erect nine inch cock, easily the longest fat dick I'd ever seen in my life. I spoke in Spanish, "joder, es el cipote mas largo y gordo que he visto en mi vida." 

"Ohhhhhhh," he groaned, not even able to get a word out. 

"This is a beautiful big cock, Barry," I complimented, both because it was true and because this cute boy needed some confidence. 

"T-t-t-t-thank y-y-y-y-you," he struggled to get out as I slowly stroked his amazing member. 

"The girls would be all over you at high school if they knew what you were packing," I said, which was true... high school and college girls loved length. As you get older, how a man uses his cock is more important; or in my case, how he uses me. 

"R-r-r-realllllly?" he asked, clearly completely lacking confidence and probably out casted or bullied in school. 

"That is a 100 percent guarantee," I nodded, licking his long hard shaft. "Size matters, only guys with small cocks think it doesn't. And you, my cute boy, have one of the biggest dicks I have ever scene. 

Before he could say anything else, I took his cock in my mouth. 

He groaned, as I began the slow tease. I wanted him to enjoy his first blow job, I wanted him to remember this moment forever, and plus, I too wanted to enjoy his first time. So different than the verbal thrashings I had been getting. 

I also knew if I went even slightly fast, he would shoot his load and I wanted this to last for both of us. 

Even so, in less than a couple of minutes, he stammered, "C-c-close." 

I took his dick out and asked, "Do you want to come in my mouth or on my face, baby?" 

"M-m-mouth," he answered. 

"Good choice," I smiled up at him, before taking his cock back in my mouth and immediately shifting to fast, deep bobs. 

"Aaaaaaah," he grunted, a few seconds later before I felt his cum shoot into my mouth. 

I kept bobbing, milking every last remnant of his cum into my mouth, wanting him to feel sexual heaven. 

When there was no more come to retrieve, I took his big cock out of my mouth and said, meaning it, "I'd love to be your first, sweetheart." 

"W-w-why?" he asked, as he put his cock away, the look of guilt spreading across his face... a common feeling once the orgasm has been spent. 

"Because you are a sweet boy and have a nice cock," I answered, "plus, I've never been anyone's first before." 

"R-r-really?" he asked, surprised. 

"Yes," I nodded, "whenever you are on your next break, why don't you come back to big momma and let me take you to places you didn't know existed." 

"K," he nodded, for the first time not stammering, albeit it was only a one letter response. After a moment, he added, "T-t-thank you." 

"Oh, the pleasure was all mine," I answered, and it was. Seeing the look of euphoria on his face was the first time I had felt good about my fall from grace. 

He left and I began working on the computer, a dildo still in my wet cunt. 

I was left alone for almost an hour, before Bryce sauntered in. My Dominican pride and stubbornness rising to the front, I shot, "Thanks for getting me in this position." 

He laughed. "I made you eat all those cunts, get gangbanged by our janitors and suck a high school's kid's cock?" 

Fuck! Truthfully, he didn't make me do anything. 

Sure he got the ball rolling with his blackmail, but I could have said no to him and let the chips fall where they may. 

I could have said no to Ms. Goldstein. 

I could have said no to all the secretaries who used me, as well as Juliette. 

I could have said no to Elmer and not eagerly offered to suck the virgin Barry, never mind offering to take his cherry later today. 

No, this was my own weakness... my own choice... and I still could get up and walk out. 

Yet, I didn't. 

"What, no witty comment to that?" he asked, walking over to me. 

I remained silent, nothing I could say would improve my current predicament. 

"Go ahead, slut, get another dose of the white meat you crave," he offered, his crotch now in my face. 

Fuck! I did crave it. My mouth watering as soon as the words 'white meat' were said. 

I wordlessly fished out his still flaccid cock and took it in my mouth. 

"I thought so," he said smugly, which only made my cheeks burn deeper with shame even as my cunt burned for attention. 

I did enjoy a cock growing in my mouth, the rare feeling of power, knowing it was getting stiff because of me (not that getting a guy hard is an overly difficult thing to do). 

"Such a cock sucking spic," he groaned, once it was completely stiff and I began bobbing hungrily like a slut, not wanting to enjoy this cock sucking like I just had Barry's. 

Frustratingly I was. Once a cock was in my mouth or any of my holes for that matter, I was no longer a proud Dominican, but rather just another slut willing to do anything to give and receive pleasure. 

Pulling his cock out of my mouth, he ordered, "Thank me for getting you your new job." 

"T-t-thank you," I stammered, another gush of shame enflaming both my cheeks and cunt. 

"What are you thanking me for?" he asked, shoving his cock in my mouth and violently fucking my face, making me gag as his balls bounced off my chin. 

When he pulled back out, tears in my eyes from the gagging, I replied, somehow wanting to make him happy at my own humiliating expense, "Thank you for assisting in getting me this new position." 

"Which is?" he questioned, again slamming his cock in my mouth. 

When he pulled out, I answered, "Cum bucket and other assigned duties." 

"A job you were born to do?" he said, phrasing it as a question. 

These were always the ones that were hard for me to answer. I had spent my entire life trying to break the racist stereotypical heritage, I had achieved it for the majority of my life (take away the brief submission to Vaughn, and one night in college... I don't count the racial role playing, which protected me from my own sexual weakness) until it all came tumbling down like a house of cards. 

Yet, I nodded, wanting his white cock back in my mouth, wanting to serve him as the submissive I was, "Yes, Master, this is the job I was born to do." 

"And you are an eager cocksucker for white cock?" he questioned. 

"Yes, Master, I love sucking big juicy white cocks like yours," I admitted, somehow feeling freer by declaring it without hesitation. The reality was I loved white cock, always had, and although I had denied the temptation through role playing with my husband, the cold hard truth was I would do almost anything to suck and fuck white cock. 

"And you are an ass whore for white cock?" he continued. 

"Yes, Master, I was trained as a teenager to give my fat ass to my white Master," I answered, reliving my past and the journey that led me to my situation today... accepting my past and who I had become... maybe who I had always been. 

"And what about that cunt of yours?" he asked, this time moving his mushroom top all around my hungry lips, teasing me with his white magic wand, that turned me from professional business woman to cum hungry bimbo slut so easily, "Is that open for loads of dominant white seed?" 

"Yes, Master," I nodded, wanting his cock in my mouth, my ass and cunt. Willing to spread my legs wide open and accept his dominant seed, allow myself the risk of becoming pregnant with a white man's child. 

"And what about your husband?" he asked, tapping his cock on my lips. 




Dominican Slut: Office Cocksucker



Trying to avoid the question, I hungrily opened and took his cock in my mouth, but he pulled it out. 

"Answer the question, slut," he ordered, before adding, "or no cock for you." 

I couldn't help but flash back to the Seinfeld episode with the soup nazi as I struggled for an answer to this complex question. Finally, I admitted the truth, "I don't know." 

"Would he stay married to you if he knew how big a slut his wife is for white cock?" he asked, keeping his cock out of mouth's reach. 

"He already knows that," I answered, which was true. 

"He lets you fuck white cock?" he questioned, stroking his glorious member in front of me. My eyes watching it like someone watching a hypnotist's watch. 

"I didn't say that," I replied, still staring at what I currently wanted but couldn't have. 

"Explain yourself," he ordered, "or I'll just shoot my load all over the floor." 

"No," I quickly pleaded and then realized just how pathetic that sounded. 

"Holy shit, you are pathetic," he roared, "Now explain yourself." 

"We role play each other's fantasies to avoid doing them in real life," I admitted, although not going into any detail. 

"How?" he asked. 

"He wears white condoms and pretends to be white and dominates me in a variety of fantasies," I answered, still trying to keep it as vague as possible. 

"Like?" he continued, patiently drawing out all my secrets. 

"Slave girl, secretary, stripper, nurse, peasant, to name a few," I listed off, each one sending tremors to my neglected fevered cunt. 

"And your husband?" he asked. 

"He plays a strong dominant," I answered, although I sensed that wasn't the question he was actually asking. 

"Bull shit," he called correctly. "Don't lie to me whore." 

I sighed, not wanting to throw my husband under the bus. 

"As soon as you tell me the truth, I will let you have an orgasm," he promised. 

My cunt burning, my mind fogged and I fell hook, line and sinker for the promise. "He's submissive, too." 

"How?" he asked. 

"He likes white women's feet," I revealed. 

"And?" 

"He likes licking them, laying on the ground and serving them, and literally bowing down to them," I continued, a secret I had never told anyone. 

"Has he been a slave to a white girl?" he asked. 

I nodded. 

"Speak, bitch," he demanded. 

"Yes, he has," I admitted feeling guilty about ratting out my husband. 

"What else?" he asked. 

"Please don't make me say it," I pleaded. 

"Go sit on the Sybian," he ordered, "but don't turn it on." 

I obeyed quickly, the thought of being allowed to come taking control of me... as usual. 

I straddled the plastic cock and lowered myself on it. 

"So, all you have to do for me to turn on this machine is answer my questions, is that understood?" he asked, remote control in hand, his white cock pointing directly at me. 

"Yes, Master," I nodded, willing to sell my soul, and my husband's, for the opportunity to have an orgasm and more white cock. 

"Did your husband have a white Mistress?" he asked. 

"Yes," I answered with a soft moan as I felt a soft buzz as he turned on the Sybian. 

"Does he take cock in his ass?" he questioned. 

"Plastic cock," I revealed, wanting to clarify that he wasn't gay. 

"So he just likes getting pegged by white dommes?" he asked in clarification, as he turned the vibrations up more. 

"Yes," I nodded, the pleasure consuming me, although not enough to get me off. 

"And you peg him now?" he continued, putting the puzzle pieces together. 

"Sometimes." I nodded, again getting rewarded for being obedient, like Scooby getting Scooby Snacks for doing something risky. 

"But he doesn't suck male cock?" he asked. 

"No, only plastic strap-on cocks," I clarified. 

"Interesting," he nodded, moving to me and shoving his cock back in my mouth, while he turned the Sybian on high. 

I moaned on his cock, my orgasm building quickly, while he held my head and simultaneously fucked my face roughly. 

It didn't take long for both my orgasm to rise and him to get off as he pulled out and coated my face with his hot seed. 

Seconds later, even as my face continued to be splattered with cum I screamed, "Yes, fuck." 

"Such a dirty spic whore," he laughed, "willing to tell all her husband's secrets to suck white cock and have an orgasm." 

Shame hit me hard as did my orgasm. The two crashed inside me simultaneously, my orgasm overriding my shame... as it always did. 

I didn't speak, I just allowed the orgasm to cascade through me. 

"My turn," another voice said, and even as my orgasm refused to leave me, Brian Peters, our one male secretary, who I had always thought was gay, shoved his dick in my open mouth. 

"Come on her face," Bryce ordered. 

"Enthusiastically," Jeremy nodded, as I bobbed up and down his smaller white cock. 

"I'm next," another voice said, and I wondered if all our male employees would be lining up for blow jobs. 

The Sybian was still vibrating on high and I could feel a second orgasm following the first as I sucked my fourth cock of the morning. 

I bobbed hungrily, easily deep-throating all of Brian's smallish white cock. 

In only a couple of minutes, Jeremy pulled out and spewed a third load all over my face. 

"Oh God," I trembled, as my second orgasm hit me the second my face was used as a cum canvas. 

"Open up cocksucker," a male voice ordered. I opened my mouth and eyes and saw Trevor, a fellow colleague who I would call a friend, the only member of the firm who had ever been at my house, treat me like a cum bucket slut too. 

He shoved his thick white cock in my mouth and I resumed bobbing, becoming the cock sucking cum bucket I was now paid to be. 

As I bobbed on Trevor's cock, I flashbacked to him and his wife coming over for a summer barbeque. I thought we were friends. Yet, he was using me like everybody else was. 

"Oh yes, I've fantasized about this for a long time," he groaned. 

I wondered how long. I thought he was happily married. His wife Ashley was pregnant with their first child at the moment, so maybe she was no longer satisfying his sexual needs. 

My third orgasm began to rise though. The idea that so many of my fellow employees fantasized about me sexually and had for a long time somehow turned me on... even though the feminist in me should have been appalled. 

Unlike Jeremy, Trevor had stamina and I seemed to be sucking his cock forever, my third orgasm rising slowly. 

Finally, he grunted, pulled out at the last second and sprayed his cum all over my already cum-covered face. 

"You look so hot coated in cum," he said, as he pumped rocket after rocket of his white stuff all over my face. 

"She's going to come again from getting facials," Bryce laughed, as I closed my eyes and allowed my third orgasm to erupt through me, less intense than the previous two, and yet still making me scream. 

"Aaaaaaaaah," I screamed, keeping my eyes closed, not wanting to know who was watching me, who was next. 

The machine stopped vibrating a minute later, as I began to regain my breath, cum dripping down my chin. 

I opened my eyes and only Bryce was still there. 

"Come with me," he ordered. 

"I'm not sure I can walk," I joked, my legs feeling numb. 

"Hurry up," he demanded, grabbing my arm and pulling me off the Sybian, my cum leaking down my legs. 

"Can I wash my face?" I asked. 

"No," he shook his head, pulling me to the camera I had noticed earlier that was always on me. "Look at the camera." 

I did, assuming my whole cocksucker submission was filmed. 

"Wave," he ordered. 

I did, wondering his purpose of this. 

"Blow your husband a kiss," he ordered, revealing the shocking truth. 

My husband had witnessed my sexual submission, my marriage betrayal and the revealing of his sexual secrets. 

My mouth dropped open, tears began to stream as I realized the full implications of my weakness. 

I stared at the camera, pleading forgiveness with my eyes, although no words left my lips. 

"Don't worry, Elizabeth," he chuckled, pulling me away. "Like wife, like husband." 

THE END... for now. 

Coming next: Dominican Slut: Office Sluts



Dominican Slut: Office Sluts



Note: This is dedicated to the real Johnathan and Elizabeth who inspired the story. The entire back story is based on real events...the plotlines are real fantasies of the lovely couple.

Note 2: This is part seven of a multi-chaptered story:

 In part one, Dominican Slut: Ass Slut, Elizabeth, a proud Dominican teenager determined to overcome stereotypes, gets seduced by a white college man and becomes his personal cocksucker and ass slut. 

 In part two, Dominican Slut: Blackmailed, the story flashes ahead twelve years, where Elizabeth, now married, with two kids and working as a very successful accountant has indeed broken the generations of family members working in menial jobs. Yet, one mistake from college comes back to haunt her and she is drawn back into the world of white dominance as she is blackmailed into submission.

 In part three, Dominican Slut: Cunt Muncher, Elizabeth's Jewish bitch boss learns of her submissive slut past and present and reassigns her to job duties as the firm's CUM BUCKET...where she proceeds to taste pussy for the first, second and third time. 

 In part four, Dominican Slut: Humiliated Pet, Elizabeth is trained to be a completely submissive pet for her boss...including being treated like a variety of animals. It ends, with an order to obey all the night staff.

 In part five: Dominican Slut: Janitor Gangbang, Elizabeth is forced to serve all the janitorial staff which adds to the humiliation for the once proud professional accountant and Dominican.

 In part six: Dominican Slut: Office Cocksucker, Elizabeth is used by her male co-workers taking facial after facial as she becomes literally the firm's cum bucket... ending with the shocking revelation that her husband had watched her whole cock sucking submission.

Note 3: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, and Wayne for editing.

Warning: Like my novella 'Deconstructing the Professor', this story will use racially inappropriate words to create the vivid, authentic race based story that has been requested. If words like 'nigger', 'spic', 'puta', 'gringa', 'culo', 'tetas',  'coño', 'chocha' and 'mierda' offend you, please don't read further.

Glossary: 

I am a Canadian writing a story about a Dominican using a variety of Spanish terms. So, although I think I do a good job of explaining the Spanish words I use during the heat of the moment, here is a brief advance glossary:

Puta: whore
Gringa: whore – a term used by Dominicans for Americanized Dominicans
Culo: ass
Chula: cute or sexy
Tetas: tits
Chocha: cunt
Polla: cock

PS: If any of these are used incorrectly, I apologize in advance. Urban Dictionary and Google Translate were my main sources.



A reminder of how the last part ended, after Elizabeth sucked off five men and took four facials:

"No," he shook his head, pulling me to the camera I had noticed earlier that was always on me. "Look at the camera."

I did, assuming my whole cocksucker submission was filmed.

"Wave," he ordered.

I did wondering his purpose of this.

"Blow your husband a kiss," he ordered, revealing the shocking truth.

My husband had witnessed my sexual submission, my marriage betrayal and the revealing of his sexual secrets. 

My mouth dropped open, tears began to stream as I realized the full implications of my weakness.

I stared at the camera, pleading forgiveness with my eyes, although no words left my lips.

"Don't worry, Elizabeth," he chuckled, pulling me away. "Like wife, like husband."



Dominican Slut: Office Sluts

My head was spinning, my tears were streaming, as I was led to Ms. Goldstein's office, my shame literally written all over my face.

My stomach was in my throat at the thought my bad decisions had compromised not only my marriage, but also my husband's dignity.

Reaching the office, Bryce said, "Go ahead, go inside."

"I can't," I said, my body trembling with fear, even as Alannah looked at me with pity.

"Now," he ordered, "you unlocked Pandora's Box and you must deal with the consequences."

I wanted to quip how fortune cookie of him, yet I just took a deep breath and opened the door.

I walked in and saw my husband, bent over Ms. Goldstein's desk clearly getting ass fucked by her, while Juliette stood on the desk as my submissive husband licked the tops of her feet.

"Elizabeth, please close the door," Ms. Goldstein ordered while slamming into my husband, who was whimpering like he always did when I ass fucked him.

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded closing the door, while never taking my eyes off my husband, who was not opening his eyes even when he heard my name or heard my voice.

She pointed to the floor and I immediately lowered myself to my knees and then onto all fours like the pet I was.

Even on my knees, I was unable to take my eyes off my black as night husband and the very white Ms. Goldstein.

She pointed to a spot right next to her and I crawled around the desk. I was soon able to see the plastic cock going in and out of Johnathan's ass, his whimpers increasing. I could also see his completely erect cock looking ready to erupt.

"Got anything to say to your husband?" Ms. Goldstein asked.

"I'm so sorry, Johnathan," I apologized, knowing it was my fault he had been drawn back into his own world of sexual submission, one he had worked so hard to stay away from.

"No, I'm sorry," he weakly replied, the ass fucking clearly his main focus at the moment.

"No, I'm sorry," I repeated, "I can't believe I broke."

Ms. Goldstein suddenly pulled out and Johnathan, like he did when I just pulled out suddenly, begged, "Please Mistress Goldstein, please fuck your slut's cunt."

That was new. He had never called his ass a cunt. 

"In front of your wife?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress Goldstein," he replied, sounding desperate, "she deserves to see the real me."

"Which is who?" she asked, looking down at me and pointing to her cock.

I shook my head no.

She grabbed my hair, pulled me up slightly and shoved the cock in my face, as he admitted, sounding eerily just like me in all my earlier submissions, "A slave to white women."

"An ass slut?" she questioned, as she slapped my face with the plastic cock.

"Yes, Mistress Goldstein," he agreed, actually moving his ass back to find the cock.

"Keep licking my feet, nigger," Juliette demanded, her tone firm.

"Sorry Mistress Pichot," Johnathan apologized.

"And what do you want to say to your wife?" Ms. Goldstein asked, as she shoved the cock in my mouth.

"I'm sorry, Elizabeth," he apologized, "but I couldn't say no to her."

His apology confused me. Did he have no idea about my indiscretions? Did he submit on his own accord without the threat of blackmail or seeing any of my many indiscretions? 

Ms. Goldstein explained, "You see, Elizabeth, I had your husband come in here to discuss your new role at the firm and how he could be a supportive husband."

I noticed she kept calling me Elizabeth; even as she slowly fucked my face with a cock that had been in my husband's ass, I wondered if he actually had any knowledge of my own promiscuity.

"And yet, I noticed he couldn't look me in the eye, he kept just glancing down at my feet," she continued.

"I'm so sorry, Elizabeth," my husband apologized, not once looking at me, but continuing to lick the feet of the smugly smiling French bitch.

"So out of curiosity, I began dangling my shoe on my toe and he stared at it, practically drooling as if he were Pavlov's dog," she explained.

I glanced down and saw that her heels were indeed off.

Johnathan repeated, "I'm so sorry, Elizabeth, so sorry."

"Shut up, nigger slave, and lick the soles of my feet," Juliette ordered, moving her one foot into his face.

Johnathan wordlessly obeyed, as Ms. Goldstein continued, "I bluntly asked what he was staring at and he stammered nothing. A stammer that s-s-spoke volumes, didn't it, Johnathan?"

She always used a first name when she wanted to remind me, or this time my husband, who they really were... before the submission.

"Yes, Mistress Goldstein," he answered, like the submissive he is, "I couldn't resist you."

"Why?" she asked.

"Because I'm a nigger slave for white women," he repeated an earlier answer.

"Anyway," Ms. Goldstein continued telling the story of the sexual submission of my husband, "Long story short, I asked if he wanted to see my toes. He stammered again in the affirmative. I then asked if he wanted to kiss them. And what did you say, Johnathan?"

"I s-s-said yes," Johnathan admitted, the tone of his voice an apology in guilt.

She pulled the cock out of my mouth, pointed to the cock and then his ass. She wanted me to put the plastic cock back in his ass. 

Wanting to hear the rest of the story, I obeyed the silent order, moving the eight inch plastic cock to my husband's hairless ass (he always shaved it).

"Oh yes," Johnathan moaned, when he felt just the tip of the cock between his ass cheeks. Guilt swarmed me. Yes, he submitted and broke without knowing of my own betrayal, yet if I hadn't broken first, he would never have been given the opportunity to be in this situation.

"How bad do you want it in your cunt?" Ms. Goldstein asked.

"So badly, Mistress Goldstein," he whimpered, actually sounding like a girl. 

"Be specific," she ordered, all the while looking down at me.

"I need your cock in my cunt, Mistress Goldstein. I want my wife to know that you own my cunt, that I will obey your every command and that I'm just a nigger bitch to serve all whites," Johnathan declared.

My heart sank. Hearing him make such a declaration broke me in ways no blackmail or sexual humiliation could.

He was my rock.

And now he was rubble.

And with that, I became dust.

"Even white men?" she asked, as she slid the cock back inside him.

"I'm yours to command," he whimpered, as all eight inches disappeared inside him again. I was shocked, although he was submissive to white women, he had never shown any attraction or hint of submitting to white men.

"And your wife?" she asked.

"I don't know," he answered.

"Can I own her too?" Ms. Goldstein asked, stopping with her cock buried deep inside him.

"I... um... don't," he struggled to say.

"I'll be your slave too," I declared, trying to save my husband from being forced to give me away, since I had already given myself away.

Johnathan said, "No, Elizabeth you don't have to."

Ms. Goldstein roared with laughter, "You two are priceless. I mean you two are definitely meant to be with each other."

"I mean your husband, just like you, submitted in minutes. Within half an hour after he walked into my office he had licked every inch of my foot, declared himself my slave and eagerly took my cock up his cunt, didn't you, slave Johnathan?"

"Yes, Mistress Goldstein," he shamefully admitted, although his tone hinted at his confusion over what he had just heard.

"He relapsed into his natural place at the bottom of the social hierarchy even quicker than you did," she continued, again resuming fucking him, "and without any blackmail."

"Ohhhhhh," he groaned, as Ms. Goldstein really began fucking him hard.

"Isn't that fascinating, Elizabeth?" she questioned, looking at me while fucking him.

"I guess so, ma'am," I answered, my head spinning as revelation after revelation came flying at me way too quickly for me to actually process it. Like me, he had submitted on his own accord, betraying his spouse for the privilege to submit to stronger white people. 

"What did you just call me?" she questioned, her tone clearly pissed off.

"S-s-sorry, Mistress," I stammered, "I wasn't thinking straight."

"Well you aren't straight anymore are you?" she quipped, revealing more to my husband who was likely going through the same mixed, confused emotions that I was.

"No, Mistress, I am not," I admitted, deciding to reveal all to my husband, "I love licking white cunt, especially yours."

"What about mine, you spic slut?" Juliette questioned.

"I liked licking yours too," I said, although with no enthusiasm at all.

"Slut better change her attitude in a fucking hurry," Juliette threatened.

"Harder, fuck my cunt harder," Johnathan begged, whimpering like a school girl slut.

"Do you ever cum from just getting fucked?" Ms. Goldstein asked.

"Sometimes," Johnathan admitted, although it was rare, he had ejaculated from getting ass fucked a few times. Yet, I could also tell his balls wanted to erupt, but he couldn't, likely out of shame that I was witnessing his sexual submission.

"I'm going to pound your cunt until you do," Ms. Goldstein said.

Knowing it was racial ridicule that usually did it, I said rather frankly, "Treat him like nigger shit."

"You do that," Ms. Goldstein ordered, a look of curiosity on her face.

"May I stand, Mistress?" I requested.

"Yes," she nodded.

I stood up, and began talking in his ear, saying the things I often did when we role played.

"Who's a useless nigger?" I questioned.

"I am, Mistress White," he groaned, using the name he gave me many years ago.

"And what are niggers good for?" I asked.

"Being slaves for whites," he admitted, his breathing increasing.

"And your nigger cock?" I continued.

He tried to lick the bottom of Juliette's feet. She had sat down and placed her soles directly in his face. He was trying to answer my questions while simultaneously getting literally ass reamed.

I then decided to try something new. Sensing, this would turn him on enough to explode. "What about your Dominican puta? Are you willing to give your wife's culo to every white man on earth? To allow all white men and women to play with her tetas, to allow men to fuck her chocha and women to fist it?"

"Oh God," he groaned, clearly turned on by my words.

"Answer me nigger," I demanded, slapping the side of his ass.

"Yes, I'd give my chula culo puta to every white man or woman to use as they please," he declared, no longer even trying to lick the soles of Juliette's feet, but burying his face in them instead to hide his shameful declaration.

"Do you want to see your dark skinned wife with her face buried in a white woman's cunt, between those creamy white legs?" I continued.

"Oh fuck, yes," he mumbled.

"And what if these dominant white Masters want to fill my cunt, my chocha, with their dominant seed?" I continued.

"Oh shit," he grunted.

"Do you want your spic wife to carry the baby of our white Master?" I questioned. "Do you want to see your pregnant wife with a big white polla in her mouth, while two more slam simultaneously in her culo and chocha while you get your own chocha hammered by white men and women?"

"Oh, God, oh God, oh God," he babbled, but he wasn't praying.

"Let's be a married submissive couple serving our dominant white Masters and Mistresses baby," I purred, before adding, "just another nigger and spic being put in our rightful place at the feet of superior white Gods."

"Aaaaaaaaaah," he grunted, as he spewed his cum all over the carpeted floor.

"Shit, you did it," Ms. Goldstein said, seemingly impressed.

I was completely turned on by all I said, the dirty words and scenarios all fantasies I had or was currently living, all things I wanted to share with my beautiful husband.

"Come eat my cunt, spic," Juliette ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, as Juliette moved to the edge of the desk and spread her legs.

My husband looked at me for the first time. A look that spoke volumes. He had never looked so completely satisfied, just like I hadn't been since I was a teenager and dommed by Vaughn. 

We both helped each other avoid our dark desires, but neither of us could completely replicate the pure sexual satisfaction of utter submission to whites... the reality, which was, pardon the pun, black and white, was we could only role play so much.

He watched with a look of approval and understanding, not even flinching at the reality that not only was I about to eat pussy in front of him, but my face was coated with cum. 

I buried my face in the hairy cunt, realizing with a slight bit of revenge, that I could wipe all the dried cum on my face onto her.

As I licked, I heard Ms. Goldstein ask, "Are you surprised your slut wife likes cunt?"

"Not white cunt," he answered.

"Are you surprised that she has become the office cum bucket?" she continued.

"Yes," he nodded.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because she loves her job," he answered.

"And she loves her new role, don't you, Elizabeth?" she asked.

Between licks, I answered, moving up to look my husband right in the eye, "Yes, Mistress, my new role is what I was born for."

"To be a cunt licking, cock sucking, ass taking, cunt spreading, cum swallowing spic for white men and woman?" she clarified, clearly revelling in the lengthy list of sexual submissive duties.

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, "although I also love getting tit fucked and having cum shot on me too."

"Of course, you do," she laughed softly, as Juliette roughly grabbed my head and shoved it back in her hairy twat.

"And Johnathan, you can accept your wife cheating on you?" she continued.

"I love her unconditionally," he answered, which sent a warmth through my entire body.

"And yet you also love me?" she questioned.

"I love you as a white Goddess, a powerful Mistress and as a slave should love its owner. Yet, I love Elizabeth as a spouse with unconditional understanding of her many strengths and her few weaknesses."

"That is strangely sweet," Ms. Goldstein said, seeming to be touched by his loyal declaration.

Juliette interrupted the touching moment as she began bouncing my face off her cunt and demanding, "Eat my cunt in front of your faggot nigger husband, you slutty spic."

Oddly, as much as Johnathan's words warmed my heart, it was Juliette's nasty tongue that warmed my again burning cunt (even after three orgasms, I craved more).

I obeyed, licking her cunt hungrily, feeling a rush at knowing my husband was watching me submit to a white woman.

"Put my cock in your wife's ass," Ms. Goldstein ordered.

"Yes, Mistress Goldstein," Johnathan agreed.

A moment later, I felt big hands lift up my skirt, and then I felt the plastic cockhead poking my dark rosebud.

I moaned, "Yes, baby, shove our white Mistress's cock in my dirty asshole."

"Yes, honey," he agreed, as I felt my ass slowly get penetrated.

"Yes," I moaned into Juliette's cunt as I continued licking.

"You two were really meant for each other," Ms. Goldstein said in awe, as her body met mine, all the strap-on cock filling my ass.

"Yes, the nigger and the spic," Juliette chuckled her tone dripping with sarcasm, "what a touching fairy tale."

She again grabbed my head and this time began grinding on my face as I got sodomized in front of my husband.

In a couple of minutes, I was being ass fucked hard as Juliette came on my face. "Don't stop licking, whore," Juliette demanded loudly as she came.

I hungrily lapped up her cum like an addict, while my own orgasm continued to build.

When Juliette finally let go of my head, I moaned, "Harder, fuck your spic slut's asshole."

Johnathan, taking my earlier role as verbal abuser, ordered, "Come on our Mistress's cock like you used to on Vaughn's big white cock."

"Do you want me to be a culo puta for white men and women?" I asked, looking at him.

"Yes, baby, don't fight it. Don't feel guilty. Don't blame yourself for being weak," he said, "Be proud to finally allow yourself, for us, to be who we really are."




Dominican Slut: Office Sluts



"I love you so much, baby," I moaned, loving his acceptance and his permission to just let go of my guilt and be myself... my real self. Not the one I had been parading as.

"I love you even more now," he added, "you look so good eating white cunt and taking our white Mistress's cock."

"Wait until you see what she does with white cock," Ms. Goldstein added.

"I can't wait," Johnathan said.

"And I can't wait to see you sucking a white cock or taking one in your ass," I said, my orgasm rising again.

"He will look very hot being spit-roasted," Ms. Goldstein added.

I didn't know what spit-roasted meant, but I couldn't wait to see him sucking white cock, his dark skin contrasting with white even more so than me. 

"I'm getting close," I moaned, my mind envisioning him sucking Bryce's cock.

"Imagine me sucking dominant white cock," he began, "or taking white cock up my tight black cunt, or sucking loads of white cum from your well-fucked pussy or ass."

"Oh yes," I moaned, breathing heavily, the visuals he created driving me wild.

"Do you want to see your nigger husband suck white cock?" he asked, "on all fours sucking one big juicy white cock while getting reamed from behind?"

"God, yes," I screamed, as my fourth orgasm of the day hit, this one more intense than the previous three incredibly.

Juliette laughed, "What a whore."

"A dirty fucking puta," I admitted, gripping the end of the desk as my orgasm ripped through me.

After a moment, Ms. Goldstein pulled out of my well-used ass and ordered, "Nigger, suck my cock."

Johnathan dropped to his knees and took the cock that was just in my ass into his mouth. I had seen him suck my different cocks many times but this was even hotter when he was being told to by a real dominant white woman.

"Join in, spic," Ms. Goldstein ordered.

I quickly turned around, dropped to my knees and shared her strap-on cock with my husband.

Ms. Goldstein pulled out her phone and ordered, "Look up, cocksuckers."

We both did as she took a picture.

We then returned to sucking the cock together, both submitting to our carnal desires together for the very first time.

"What a cute couple," she laughed.

Juliette added, repeating an earlier racist shot, "The nigger and the spic."

"Live submissively ever after," I finished, leaning in and kissing my husband.

"Well, everyone back to work," Ms. Goldstein said. "Elizabeth return to your office, I believe you even have a virginity to take."

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, mouthing 'I love you' to Johnathan as I crawled over to the door.

"And Johnathan get under my desk, you will be my foot stool for the rest of the day," Ms. Goldstein ordered.

"Thank you, Mistress Goldstein," Johnathan replied.

Reaching the door, I stood up and watched my husband crawl under her desk.

A weight lifted off my shoulders, knowing that my husband supported my sexual depravity, I walked out to my office with my head held high.

Yes, I was a cock sucking puta.

Yes, I loved a pig polla in my chocha or culo.

Yes, I loved submitting to white men and women.

And yes, I loved watching my husband be allowed to be his submissive self and join me in my submission to all my colleagues.

Returning to my office, Barry was waiting.

I smiled, walked to him, reached for his already stiff cock and asked, "Ready to fuck a slut?"

"Y-y-yes, ma'am," he stammered.

"Call me puta," I corrected, as I dropped to my knees and fished out his cock.

THE END... for now.

 Coming next: Dominican Slut: Orgy 



Dominican Slut: Orgy Finale



Summary: Slut and black husband submit to white men and women. 

Note: This is dedicated to the real Johnathan and Elizabeth who inspired the story. The entire back story is based on real events...the plotlines are real fantasies of the lovely couple. 

Note 2: This is part eight of a multi-chaptered story: 

In part one, Dominican Slut: Ass Slut, Elizabeth, a proud Dominican teenager determined to overcome stereotypes, gets seduced by a white college man and becomes his personal cocksucker and ass slut. 

In part two, Dominican Slut: Blackmailed, the story flashes ahead twelve years, where Elizabeth, now married, with two kids and working as a very successful accountant has indeed broken the long line of generations of family members working in menial jobs. Yet, one mistake from college comes back to haunt her, and she is drawn back into the world of white dominance as she is blackmailed into submission. 

In part three, Dominican Slut: Cunt Muncher, Elizabeth's Jewish bitch boss learns of her submissive slut past and present and reassigns her to job duties as the firms CUM BUCKET...where she proceeds to taste pussy for the first, second and third time. 

In part four, Dominican Slut: Humiliated Pet, Elizabeth is trained to be a completely submissive pet for her boss...including being treated like a variety of animals. It ends, with an order to obey all the night staff. 

In part five: Dominican Slut: Janitor Gangbang, Elizabeth is forced to serve all the janitorial staff which adds to the humiliation for the once proud professional accountant and Dominican. 

In part six: Dominican Slut: Office Cocksucker, Elizabeth is used by her male co-workers, taking facial after facial as she becomes literally the firm's cum bucket... ending with the shocking revelation that her husband had watched her whole cock sucking submission. 

In part seven: Dominican Slut: Office Sluts, Elizabeth walks in to her Mistress's office and sees her husband bent over being sodomized by Ms. Goldstein while he licks Juliette's stocking-clad feet. What followed next was the ultimate submission of both Elizabeth and her husband to whites and eventually an acceptance of their true purpose in life...obedience to white men and woman. 

Note 3: Thanks to goamz86, Robert and Wayne for editing. 

Warning: Like my novella 'Deconstructing the Professor', this story will use racially inappropriate words to create the vivid, authentic race based story that has been requested. If words like 'nigger', 'spic', 'puta', 'gringa', 'culo', 'tetas', 'coño', 'chocha' 'mierda' and 'joder' offend you, please don't read further. 

Glossary: 

I am a Canadian writing a story about a Dominican using a variety of Spanish terms. So, although I think I do a good job of explaining the Spanish words I use during the heat of the moment, here is a brief advance glossary: 

Puta: whore 

Culo: ass 

Tetas: tits 

Chocha: cunt 

Polla: cock 

Wife: esposa 

Por favor: please 

no pares: do not stop 

Dios mio: my god 

Me corro: I cum 

Joder: fuck 

Mierda: shit or fuck 

PS: If any of these are used incorrectly, I apologize in advance Urban Dictionary and Google Translate were my main sources. 

DOMINICAN SLUT: ORGY FINALE 

It had been three hours since I had taken the teen intern Barry's virginity, and theoretically time to leave work and head home. Usually Johnathan was home by five, although having a live-in Haitian nanny always meant it was okay to get home late. 

I wondered if Johnathan was still here at the office. I had had no visits since Barry unloaded his cum in my cunt. It was so adorable to watch his facial expression when he came in me; I loved the thrill of knowing I was his first, knowing he would always remember this day, remember me. 

I offered for him to come back later and take my ass if he wanted, but, much to my chagrin, he hadn't returned, nor, oddly, had anyone else, man or woman. 

I texted Johnathan: 

My honey, 

Are you still here? 

I then texted our maid: 

Hi Patricia, 

I may be late tonight, Johnathan may be too. 

I received a text back from Johnathan's phone, although it wasn't from Johnathan: 

Hi Slut, 

Save your work on the Boldershaw file, grab your flag and come back to my office. 

Mistress G 

I texted back, a rush of excitement over what may transpire next, as well as the obvious reality that my husband was indeed still here: 

Yes, Mistress, I will be there ASAP. 

I saved the file I was working on, stood up, the plastic cock that had been lodged inside me for three hours slipping out of my wet cunt, looked at the flag, which I knew was going to be used in some derogatory way against me. I was still able to see some of the white cum stains on it from yesterday. Yet, instead of obeying, I left it on the couch were it was and headed to Ms. Goldstein's office, hoping she wouldn't notice my purposeful defiance (yet, oddly, looking forward to what the punishment may be if she did notice). 

I felt my wetness leak out of me as I returned to my Mistress, my husband and God knows who else. 

Reaching the office, noticing her secretary Alannah wasn't there, I knocked on the door. 

"Come in, slut," Ms. Goldstein called out. 

I was expecting to see my husband in some sort of humiliating position, although having seen him licking Juliette's feet while simultaneously getting ass fucked by Ms. Goldstein's strap-on, I wasn't sure what could possibly be more humiliating... but of course... there is always something. 

I walked in and saw my husband on all fours sucking on the cock of Mr. Goldstein, Ms. Goldstein's father, and owner of the firm, while Jeremy, who I had assumed was gay, was fucking Johnathan from behind. 

I stared in disbelief. 

I stared in undeniable excitement. 

Seeing my husband on all fours taking two men in him was incredibly arousing, more wetness leaking out of me. 

He couldn't see me, as Juliette, now naked except for a strap-on cock and thigh high stockings asked, "Is that Mexican twat of yours getting wet watching your nigger faggot husband getting spit-roasted?" 

I was long past pretending to be a proud Dominican, no longer willing to try and correct her purposeful mistake, instead, I nodded, "My concha is tripping wet, Mistress." 

"Where is your flag?" Ms. Goldstein questioned with a clearly perturbed tone, from her desk. 

"I forgot it, Mistress," I lied. 

"Fucking disrespectful spic liar," she roared. "Go fucking get it now." 

"Y-y-yes, Mistress," I stammered, scared by her glare and tone, yet oddly excited to obey her and hear the litany of derogatory names. 

I quickly scurried out, shaking my head at the thought I could actually have gotten away with not bringing the flag. Although I was willing to be a complete whore to whoever she made me suck, lick or fuck, I didn't want to disrespect my country's flag. 

I grabbed the cum stained flag, and quickly returned to my husband's gay act, not wanting to miss a thing. 

Returning, I fell to my expected position on my knees and witnessed Johnathan begging, "Oh please, Jeremy fuck my nigger ass with your big dominant white cock." 

"But your wife was a bad disobedient girl," Ms. Goldstein pointed out. 

"I'm back, Mistress," I declared, hoping to take the attention off of Johnathan and put it on me. 

"Your husband must pay for your disobedience," Ms. Goldstein said. 

"Make me pay, Mistress," I offered, willing to do anything to ironically allow my husband to get, what did she call it, spit-roasted again. I also noticed his dick was rock hard. 

"Oh, I plan to," she nodded, "every decision you make has consequences, isn't that right, Candace?" 

I gasped, although her desk was completely to the floor and I was unable to see my sweet southern innocent secretary, I immediately knew she was under the desk licking, likely, her first pussy. 

"Yes," I heard Candace weakly answer. 

"Yes, what, bimbo slut?" Ms. Goldstein questioned, looking down at her. 

"Yes, Mistress," she corrected, her tone implying the utter shame she was feeling. 

"And why are you on your knees, under my desk, licking my cunt?" Ms. Goldstein questioned, just as Mr. Goldstein snapped his fingers at me and pointed to his cock. 

I crawled to him wordlessly as I listened to Candace's answer. 

"Because I am a dumb bimbo who chose a darkie over a whitie," Candace answered, tears clearly rolling down her face, even though I couldn't see her. 

"And what is your new role?" Ms. Goldstein asked, as I reached Mr. Goldstein. 

"Cunt licker and cock sucker for the night staff," she answered. 

As I wordlessly took Mr. Goldstein's five inch cock in my mouth, I heard Ms. Goldstein explain, "You see Elizabeth, your weakness led to your innocent secretary's downfall, since we no longer need her as a secretary we had to give her new job duties as well. And, well, we know that our night staff has become a lot happier after one night of having their own cum bucket, but, truth be told, we want you to carry our child, so the night staff will no longer be able to shoot their loads in your cunt." 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. 

"Although, our little Candace here will have three holes available to keep our night staff happy, won't you Candace?" Ms. Goldstein explained. 

"Yes, Mistress," Candace again weakly answered, likely in a similar position of submission or lose her job... and with no real job market out there it was sexual submission or the unemployment line. 

As I bobbed back and forth on the smallish white cock, I felt guilt course through me at the reality that my decision, my weakness, had put such a sweet girl in such a humiliating situation. 

"Resume licking, cunt licking Candace," Ms. Goldstein ordered. 

"Do you feel guilty for the predicament you have put sweet Candace in?" Mr. Goldstein asked, as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. 

"Yes, sir," I nodded, as I glanced to my husband who remained on his knees, now watching me. 

"And what about your husband, do you feel guilty about the predicament you have put him in?" he asked. 

"I feel guilty about that too," I replied, before adding, "although I have accepted, and I think Johnathan has too, the natural hierarchy of submission." 

"Which is?" he asked, looking down at me amused. 

"Niggers and spics were born to serve whites," I answered bluntly. 

"Is that true, faggot?" he asked my husband, as he shoved his cock back into my mouth. 

"Yes, Master," my husband replied. 

"And what if we want to shoot our cum inside your wife?" Mr. Goldstein asked, as he grabbed my head with both hands and began fucking my face. 

"We are just your humble slaves to serve you, my husband replied, sounding as submissive as I had ever heard him. 

"Call the boys," Mr. Goldstein ordered. 

"Yes, Daddy," Ms. Goldstein replied, clearly she too had a submissive streak in her. 

Ms. Goldstein paged the office, "Bryce, Elmer, Walker and Barry please come to my office ASAP." 

"Get undressed, except for the stockings and then on all fours, spic," Mr. Goldstein ordered, again sliding his cock out of my mouth. 

"Yes, sir," I obeyed, quickly and eagerly getting out of my clothes and then moving onto all fours, while looking directly at my husband and realizing Walker was the one man I hadn't served yet. 

He mouthed, 'I love you'. 

I smiled briefly as Mr. Goldstein grabbed the flag and put it on me, tying it around my neck as if it was a cape, just another added humiliation and reminder of the race play at work. 

Mr. Goldstein then moved behind me and slid his cock in my cunt. He asked, "Are you ready to see your wife get gangbanged and shot with load after load of cum?" 

"Yes, Master," Johnathan nodded, his cock still iron stiff. 

"And what if she gets pregnant?" Mr. Goldstein asked. 

"It is the Lord's decision," he answered, having been snipped himself after our second child. 

Mr. Goldstein chuckled as he fucked me from behind. "That is priceless." 

"Lick the inside of my shoes, faggot," Juliette ordered my husband as she tossed them in front of him. 

"Yes, Mistress Pichot," my husband ordered, leaning down and beginning to lick, like a dog, the inside of her shoe. 

"Here comes the first of many loads," Mr. Goldstein declared moments before depositing his seed deep inside me. 

"Thank you, sir," I moaned, loving the feeling of cum shooting deep in me and to my unprotected womb. 

"You want to carry a white baby?" he asked, as he kept slamming into me. 

"Yes, sir," I moaned, the idea so naughty, so taboo, it only enhanced my utter submission. 

The door opened just as he pulled out and Jeremy said, "I guess I get sloppy seconds." 

My face burned with shame and excitement, the polar opposites continuing to create a unique euphoria inside me. 

"Oh, this is priceless," Bryce declared, as Jeremy plunged into my cunt. 

I didn't look behind me, instead focusing on watching my husband lick the inside of Juliette's shoes. 

"I knew she was a slut, but the fact that she married a nigger sissy, now that is priceless," Bryce continued. He pulled me up off my knees, Jeremy's cock sliding out of me. With cum leaking out of my well fucked cunt, he kissed me passionately while simultaneously embracing me, as if we were lovers and not Master and submissive. 

This was strange. Being called names, being used, that was what I expected. But this was a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth, and mine eventually exploring his... and somehow, even though my husband was here and likely watching this passionate kiss, felt way more like cheating than all the sick, twisted stuff I had already done. 

"Oh, that gives me a great idea," Juliette said, just as Bryce broke the kiss. I was dazed and confused by this intimate moment. I looked over at my husband. He was looking not at me, but at Juliette, who was beginning to take off one of her stockings. 

I immediately knew what she was thinking. She was going to feminize my husband even more... humiliation compounding humiliation. 

I was roughly pushed back down on all fours as Jeremy ordered, "Back in your natural position, spic." 

"Yes, Master," I replied, still watching everything else as he slid back into me. 

"Wait," Ms. Goldstein said. "I have another pair in my desk drawer." 

"You always come prepared," Juliette joked, pulling her stocking back up her leg. 

"I hate runs," Ms. Goldstein shrugged, as she opened her drawer and tossed a still in the package pair of stockings to her. 

"Hasn't that white slut got you off yet?" Juliette asked, as she opened the package. I was standing there watching frozen in place still stunned by the kiss and in intrigued awe at what they were about to do to my husband; I had also forgotten that poor Candace was under the desk licking away... I imagine for the first time in her life. 

"I'm just letting her lap away slowly," Ms. Goldstein responded, "I'm not sure the innocent southern belle is ready for the sexual debauchery that is happening." 

"The prude needs to see what she is about to become," Juliette said, as she pulled the stocking out and ordered, "Nigger, get on your back and lift your legs up in the air." 

Everyone laughed as my big, masculine looking black husband, quickly rolled onto his back and put his legs high up in the air like a woman would if Channing Tatum walked into the room. 

"Slut, crawl out from underneath my desk and go kneel beside Juliette," Ms. Goldstein ordered, as Jeremy began really fucking me. 

I finally looked behind me and saw all the men from the office were now in the room witnessing me getting fucked and my husband being humiliated... even the rather obese Walker. 

I turned back to see Juliette beginning to put the first black stocking on his leg. She joked, "Too bad we don't have any white stockings." 

"Yes, both our nigger slut and our spic slut should be in white nylons," Ms. Goldstein nodded in agreement, "then they could at least be kind of white like they have always fantasized being." 

"Want my cum in your slut box?" Jeremy asked, his cock having last been in my husband's ass. 

"God yes, fill my cunt with your dominant load," I moaned, my orgasm slowly rising, as I watched my husband have stockings put on his muscular legs. 

"Slut, I expect you to shave our nigger princess's legs, ass and chest when you get home," Juliette ordered, as she finished putting the second stocking on. 

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, just as I felt a second load explode inside me. 

I felt such a rush knowing that my womb was unprotected and it was around the time I should be ovulating. It wouldn't surprise me if by the end of this evening I was pregnant. 

As soon as he pulled out, I looked behind and Elmer was replacing him. Meanwhile, Walker moved in front of me and offered me his semi-erect dick, which was poking out from his rolls of fat. I reluctantly took his cock in my mouth, his sweaty smell not appealing, just as Elmer filled my cunt. 

Bryce asked, "How does your queen look on her knees with my dick in her mouth boy?" 

I was actually annoyed I couldn't see what they were doing to Johnathan but I listened intently. "It turns me on," Johnathan admitted. 

"So you like watching your wife suck and fuck white dick?" Bryce continued. 

"Yes, Master," Johnathan again admitted, his tone hinting at the shame of a man not able to stand up for his woman. 

"Candace, take off your panties," Juliette ordered. 

"Please, no," Candace finally spoke. 

"Do as you're told, or everyone here fucks your cunt and ass," Ms. Goldstein threatened. 

"O-k-k-kay," Candace stammered. 

As I sucked on the now erect six inch cock, while simultaneously getting fucked, I heard Juliette roar, "Are you kidding me? Those aren't even remotely sexy." 

Ms. Goldstein added, "Apparently your next task is to buy panties that are sexy." 

"Or go without any at all," Juliette added. 

"Agreed," Ms. Goldstein replied. "Slut, except when it is that time of month you are to no longer wear panties, is that clear?" 

"Yes, Mistress," I heard Candace weakly agree. 

I felt horrible for her, but was feeling pretty good myself as Elmer really fucked me hard. 

"Nigger, how can a married, moral man allow his wife to be used as a cum bucket?" Bryce asked. 

I didn't hear a response as I continued getting slammed from behind. 

"Answer me, nigger," Bryce roared. 

"I-I-It turns me on," my husband reluctantly admitted. 

"I can see that," Bryce replied, "your dick is rock hard." 

"Yes, Master," Johnathan humbly responded. 

"It's Master Bryce to you, nigger," he corrected. 

"Sorry, yes, Master Bryce," my husband corrected himself, sounding so submissive. 

"Did you enjoy watching me kiss your wife?" Bryce questioned. 

"No, Master Bryce," Johnathan answered. 

"Why?" Bryce questioned. 

"It was too intimate," Johnathan admitted. 

"So fucking her face, coming all over her face, filling her unprotected womb with dominant cum, pounding her wide ass and using her as a three-hole cum bucket for whites is okay, but kissing her isn't?" Bryce asked, the question clearly meant to humiliate, to make the already clear situation even clearer. 




Dominican Slut: Orgy Finale



"Yes, Master Bryce," Johnathan agreed, "I know it sounds absurd, no, it is absurd, but the reality is we can both see sex and submission as what it is... sex. Yet, kissing is intimate and to be done between lovers." 

"Fucking hilarious," Juliette roared. 

Walker pulled out and said, "Sorry, I don't want to shoot my load in your mouth but in that baby making box of yours." 

Bryce ordered, "Well, go and crawl over to your wife and kiss her while she gets impregnated by better men." 

"Yes, Master Bryce," Johnathan ordered. 

I watched Johnathan, now in thigh high stockings his legs still up in the air, roll off his back and onto his knees. He then crawled to me as Elmer declared, "Almost done." 

I asked, looking right into his eyes, as he reached me, feeling naughty, "Baby, do you want your puta esposa to carry a white man's child?" 

Before he could respond, Elmer added, "Yes, nigger, do you want your spic wife to get knocked up by superior men?" 

"Yes," Johnathan weakly answered. 

"Kiss me, lover," I demanded. 

And he did. It started soft and tender, but became more urgent as we both moaned into each other's mouths. 

Elmer grunted and shot his load in me, pulled out and ordered, "Enough of the lovey dovey spic and nigger shit, get over here and suck your wife's slut juice from my cock." 

"Yes. Master," Johnathan obeyed, breaking the kiss and looking behind him. 

I looked up and saw Bryce was fucking his ass. 

Bryce ordered, "Go ahead, faggot, I was just getting myself ready for your lover." The sarcastic tone he used for 'lover' made it clear just how pathetic he thought we both were. 

"Yes, Master Bryce," Johnathan nodded, moving away from me and moving to Elmer's cock which was glossy with his cum as well as mine. As my straight-before-today husband took another cock in his mouth (was this his second, or were there more before I arrived for this, this, this, orgy?), just as Walker slid his cock in my very wet sloppy cunt. 

I can't explain it, but watching my husband suck cock was the hottest thing I had ever seen and I moaned, "That's it, pound my chocha with that white polla of yours, Papi." 

"Do you really want my cum?" Walker asked, even as I watched my husband suck polla. 

"Yes, fill my chocha with your hot dominant cum. Make me a baby carrier for your dominant white seed," I begged, as I began bouncing back on his cock and, quite frankly, his fat belly, wishing his dick was a lot bigger. 

"What about you nigger?" Walker questioned, as I glanced over to see that Candace was now sucking Bryce's cock, a cock that had just been in my husband's ass. Oddly, my first response was 'damn it, I want that cock in me'. Tears streamed down her eyes at her own forced submission, while I burned with jealousy... my hunger for cock overriding my guilt at the fact it was my fault she was in this position. 

Johnathan answered, "My wife and I are your cum sluts to use however you wish." 

Oddly, I loved that answer, as I agreed, "Yes, we were both born to serve." I then added, so in rapture at the moment, "Candace was too, she was just born the wrong colour." 

Juliette laughed, as she moved behind my kneeling husband with one of her high heels, "You really will sell out anyone to have pleasure, won't you?" 

Sadly, the answer was yes. I had never been more satisfied, never felt so natural as I had since I had submitted first to Bryce, then to Ms. Goldstein and now to anyone who was of white descent. 

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, watching as Juliette moved the long, thin heel to my husband's ass. 

"Order me to fuck your husband's ass with my heel," Juliette demanded. 

"Ohhh," I moaned, as Elmer held my hips and began really reaming my cunt. Yet, knowing he would willingly allow this to happen, he was unable to say no to a white woman, I answered, "Fuck my husband's nigger culo with your heel, Mistress." 

"As you wish," Juliette nodded, positioning the heel between his ass cheeks and shoving the entire thing up his ass. 

It was fucking hot and I wished I had a bigger dick in me. 

"Thank you, Mistress Pichot," my husband groaned, just as a big white cock popped in front of me. 

"Worship my cock," Bryce ordered. 

"Yes, Master, I'd love to," I nodded, as I kissed the mushroom top. 

"Look at those udders flop around as she gets fucked," Juliette quipped. "I'm surprised her moans aren't moos." 

The insult hurt. I was big breasted and wide assed, but that wasn't anything unordinary for Dominican women. Yet, I didn't respond as I focused on Bryce's dick and the cock pounding me from behind, making my tits flop around. 

"Aaaaaah," Elmer grunted and I felt yet another load coat my cunt walls. 

I moaned, even though he wasn't big enough to really get me off, "Oh yes, Elmer, fill my cunt with your cum." 

"Don't you mean his dominant cum?" Bryce questioned, as I kissed his stiff shaft. 

"Yes, Master," I agreed, as I moved down his shaft with kisses. 

For a couple of minutes, once Walker pulled out, my cunt was empty as I focused on worshipping Bryce's cock and balls, literally kissing and licking every part of his beautiful white stick. A stick I desperately wanted in my cunt. 

"Do you like a heel in your cunt, faggot?" Juliette asked. 

"Yes, Mistress Pichot," Johnathan whimpered, as Juliette roughly fucked him. 

"That's it, suck on my white balls, get my cum nice and ready for your open womb," Bryce groaned, as he put his hands gently in my hair. 

Again it felt strange to not be getting face fucked by him. I didn't like the romantic treatment which again made me feel guilty. Plus, my cunt wanted another cock in it, a big white cock, a cock that would get me off. 

Finally Bryce asked rhetorically, "Ready to get double penetrated?" 

"Yes, Master," I nodded way too eagerly. 

"I bet you are," he chuckled as he turned to a naked Barry and said, "Sit down on the couch there, Barry." 

Barry, his own dick rock hard, didn't need to be told twice as he quickly sat down, his white dick standing completely erect. 

"Go straddle his cock in your, what do you call 'ass' in Spanish?" 

"Culo, Master," I answered, thankful to me allowed off my weary knees, even as I wondered how I would ever take all nine inches of Barry's huge dick in my ass in that position. 

I crawled to the no longer virgin Barry and then stood up, briefly stretching. 

"You do have huge tits," Bryce complimented. 

"Thank you, Master," I smiled, as I moved back, stood up on the couch, almost fell, and then lowered myself on Barry's fine white pole. 

It filled my ass so completely as I moaned, saying as much in Spanish, "Y este me esta llenando mi culo." After a deep breath, his cock going deeper than any ever had before, particularly in this position, it was tearing my ass apart as I whimpered, "Esta rompiendo el culo." 

"Lick my other shoe, nigger," Juliette demanded, which made me look at Johnathan getting fucked by one shoe while he serviced another. Yet, there was no look of shame, but rather a look of satisfaction. 

Bryce chuckled, "I can't believe how easily you took that dick in your ass." 

"I'm an ass slut," I admitted, hiding the pain that was burning in my ass at the moment. 

Bryce moved to me and said, "This is going to be fun." 

"Ready to watch your bride get double penetrated by white cock?" Juliette asked Johnathan, the heel still buried deep in his ass. 

"Yes, Mistress Pichot," Johnathan nodded, watching me with a white cock balls deep in my ass and another about to slide, somehow, into my cunt. 

Bryce added to Juliette's question as he ordered, "Nigger, I want you to watch me take your big booty Dominican wife." 

"Yes, Master," my defeated husband nodded, looking up to see me with a huge white cock in my ass and another about to fill my cunt. 

Bryce moved his cock to my wide open pussy and rubbed his cock up and down. 

"Por favor," I moaned, begging to have his dick in my cunt, to both get me off and also simmer the pain in my back door. 

"Begging already," Bryce joked, as he continued teasing my wet pussy lips. 

"Fuck your slut," I begged, as I moved my feet onto Barry's legs, which made his dick go even deeper in me. 

"Do you want my cum in you?" he asked, refusing to shove his big white snake in me. 

"So badly," I moaned, wanting nothing more than his cock. 

"What about if your mom and dad were here?" he asked, clearly loving the teasing impact he had on me. 

"They know I'm a cum slut for white dick," I replied, which was true, although I doubt they could possibly fathom how far I had fallen. 

"Will they approve of your white baby?" he asked. 

"No," I admitted. 

"But you will risk it anyway?" he questioned, 

"Yes," I agreed, willing to say anything to get his white prick in me. 

"Nigger, beg me to fuck your wife," Bryce ordered, surprising me. 

Johnathan stopped licking the inside of Juliette's shoe to reply, "Master Bryce, please fuck my slut wife with that big white dominant cock of yours. Make her your personal fuck toy and cum inside her open womb." 

Bryce nodded, "As you wish, nigger," as he slid his cock deep in my cunt. 

"Dios mio," I screamed, as he filled me and my body felt full unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was as if the two dicks in me where almost touching. 

He immediately began fucking me, slamming into me, making it very difficult to balance myself. Barry moved his hands to my hips and I was soon in euphoria. 

Johnathan groaned, "Yes, fuck my nigger ass harder, Mistress Pichot." 

I couldn't see my husband, but imagined Juliette had her strap-on back in him. 

"Don't you mean your cunt, faggot?" Juliette questioned, slapping his ass so hard I heard it. 

He whimpered, "Yes, Mistress Pichot, fuck my cunt with your big cock, make me your nigger bitch." 

"Like your wife is a Mexican bitch?" she questioned. 

"Yes, Mistress Pichot, my wife is a dirty spic cum slut," he moaned. 

Hearing my husband be used, and getting double penetrated myself (even though Barry was just lodged in my ass) had my breathing immediately getting erratic and I began moaning, "Aye." 

"You love my dick in your cunt, don't you, Elizabeth?" Bryce asked, smiling at me. 

"So fucking much," I moaned, adding, "I was made for serving you." 

"But I thought you were a proud Dominican?" he asked smugly, as he continued hard deep thrusts in me. 

I wasn't a Dominican at the moment, I was a vessel of pleasure for white men, nothing more, nothing less, and I admitted as such, as I demanded, "Fuck every ounce of Dominican pride out of me Papi. Destroy my Latina pride with that big white fuck stick. We Spanish girls can't help it, we try to be proud Latinas but we get conquered every time by the magic of big white dicks, all we can do is surrender and beg for mercy while you piss all over our Dominican pride." 

Bryce laughed, his cock vibrating in me, "Finally the truth." 

Feeling complete lust and desperation to come, feeling finally completely at home as a slut for white cock, I did what I usually did when near orgasmic bliss at home, I began talking in Spanish, retreating more to the slut I was meant to be. I begged, wanting every inch of him deep in me, fucking me harder, deeper, faster, "Ohh si, oh dios, dame mas, Papi mas adentro, mas duro, si si Aye Papi." 

Bryce laughed again, "I'm your Daddy now?" 

"Eres mi Papa principal con la gran polla blanca," I moaned, grabbing my tetas and squeezing them. 

"What does that mean?" he asked. 

"You're my master daddy with the big white dick," I translated. 

"Somehow hearing you babble in Spanish makes you even hotter," he complimented, continuing to indeed fuck me harder, deeper and faster. 

Feeling pleasure I didn't know existed, in only less than a couple of minutes, I could feel my orgasm about to erupt and I got verbal. "Dios mio, vas a hacer que me corra." 

"Your slut wife is going to come all over white dick," Juliette said. 

I was too far gone, sweating, as I continued, begging him not to stop, "No pares, no pares, dios mio no pares, Papi." 

"You want my baby making cum, my Spic cum bucket?" Bryce asked, sweating himself. 

I babbled in a mixture of Spanish and English, my need to come and feel his cum in me making me sound like the cheapest Domnican slut ever, which I may have been, "Si mi choncho is all yours Papi. Give me those white babies Papi, dios mio, joder, knock me up and reduce me to your pregnant barefoot Latina maid." 

"In stockings, of course," Ms. Goldstein added, a voice I hadn't heard for quite a while. 

"Of course, puta mierda en stockings," I moaned, again in a mixture of Spanish and English. 

"Come for me, my slut," Bryce ordered, as he leaned in and kissed me again, all the while continuing to pound my fevered box. 

He kept kissing me until the orgasm finally hit and I broke the kiss and screamed, letting everyone know I was coming, "Si, ya voy, Papi, me corro, me corro, me corro, Papi." I fell back onto a, thankfully, very strong Barry, as all the energy in my body was usurped from me. 

"I think your wife just got knocked up," Juliette quipped. 

Bryce turned his head away and said, "Who owns your wife, faggot?" 

"You do, Master," my husband quickly replied, even as he whimpered like a slut. 

"And you want her to carry my baby?" he asked, as he pulled out of me, some of his cum leaking out of me. 

"Yes, Master, my wife's womb was made to carry white babies," Johnathan again replied. Opening my eyes, I finally could see he was really getting pounded by Juliette. 

"And who do you love more nigger? Me or your Mexican wife?" Juliette questioned. 

Jonathan's eyes went big. I knew immediately it was not a question he wanted to answer. 

"Oh God," Candace moaned out of nowhere. 

Somehow, during my double penetration, they brought the Sybian in from my office and now Candace was on it and clearly enjoying the power of the machine. Her eyes were closed she was cupping her breasts and her lips were pursed... it was only a matter of time before her orgasm hit. 

"Answer, nigger," Juliette demanded, pulling her cock out of him. 

"They are different kinds of love," Johnathan answered. 

"Who do you love more?" she repeated, slapping his ass hard. 

"I love being your bitch and I love Elizabeth as my until death do us part," he answered, which oddly made me feel good. 

"Wrong answer," Juliette said, slapping his ass again. 

"It's okay," I said, "You can tell her the truth." 

Juliette asked, her cock rubbing up and down his ass crack, "If you had two choices which would you choose. A nice romantic evening with your Mexican wife or a night of anal submission to me and all my friends." 

"A night of anal submission with you, Mistress Pichot," he admitted. 

"And now, what would you rather do, be used by me or by your fat assed wife?" Juliette continued. 

"Holy fuck!" Candace screamed. 

"That's one," Ms. Goldstein said. 

The questions stung, yet I knew he was answering the truth, just like I would. 

"By you," Johnathan answered. 

"And if you had the choice between leaving with your cum bucket wife and never doing this again or sucking every cock here and being my whore whenever I beckon you which would you choose?" 

"Being your whore," Johnathan admitted, even as he looked at me with guilt and Juliette slammed her cock back in his ass. 

"Knees, Elizabeth," Bryce ordered, "Poor Barry must be dying to really fuck you." 

"Are you Barry?" I asked, slowly getting off his dick, I almost choked as the flag pulled me back down. 

"Sorry," Barry said, "My hand was on the flag." 

"No problem, sexy," I smiled, as I asked, "Is Master Bryce right, are you dying to fuck me?" 

"Y-y-yes, ma'am," he stammered, clearly the only nice guy in the room. 

I stretched again, returned to my knees and offered, "Come pick a hole Barry, any hole." 

"I want to see the spic take that monster in her fat ass," Juliette ordered. 

"Yes, baby, fill my fat ass with that big cock of yours," I begged, looking back at him. In all this fucking, I hadn't gotten a good ass fucking and that was by far what I enjoyed the most. 

Barry moved behind me, positioned his cock at my ass and slid back in. 

"Dios mio," I moaned, as his thick prick filled me again, a dick that reminded me of Vaughn all those years ago. 

Soon both my husband and I were simultaneously getting ass fucked, our eyes locked together as we both submitted to or basic carnal desires. 

I couldn't help but smile at the irony of it all. After years of protecting each other from our own weakness, here we were anyways... just slaves to our lust. 

"You like that, Elizabeth? Do you like when you get back shots that make that sweet booty shake?" Bryce asked, after a couple of minutes of hard ass fucking that had me feeling amazing again. 

"Si," I moaned, still keeping my gaze on my husband. 

Johnathan was whimpering and was clearly soon going to cum from getting ass fucked when he was again denied his orgasm. 

"Crawl under your wife and clean that well-fucked cunt for her," Bryce said. 

"Yes, Master," Johnathan nodded, reluctantly allowing the cock in his ass to plop out as he crawled to me, moved onto his back and slithered under me, his erect cock how directly in my face. 

As he began licking my cunt while watching me get ass reamed, I asked, wanting to get my husband off, "Master Bryce, may I suck my husband's cock?" 

"No, nigger faggot's don't get their cocks sucked by women," Bryce said, "although maybe our other faggot, Jeremy will blow him later if he remains a good boy." 

"Yes, Master," I nodded. 

"Do you like a cunt filled with white cum?" Bryce asked. 

"Yes, Master," Johnathan nodded, between licks. 

"Do you like watching a cock bigger than yours fuck your wife's asshole?" Juliette asked. 

"Yes, Mistress," Johnathan admitted. 

"Suck his cock, faggot, suck the cock in your wife's ass," Juliette ordered, continuing to try new ways to humiliate my husband. 

"Yes, Mistress," Johnathan again agreed, unable to say no to anything. 

"Shove your cock in the faggot nigger's mouth, Barry," Bryce ordered. 

"Fuck, not again," Candace screamed, as I turned and saw she was still on the Sybian and seemingly having her second orgasm. 

Barry pulled out of my ass and assumedly shoved his dick in my husband's mouth, as I heard the unmistakable slobbering sounds of sucking dick. My husband would have been doing it upside down which would have been a sight to see if he wasn't directly under me. 

"Now that is impressive," Juliette stated, seemingly impressed by my husband's flexibility. 

"Please, back in my culo, Barry," I begged after about a minute, my ass feeling empty and my orgasm simmering again below the surface. 

"Crawl over here and suck my cock, nigger," Bryce ordered, "we all should have one more load for your wife's fertile womb." 

"Yes, Master," Johnathan obeyed, awkwardly moving out from underneath me as Barry resumed fucking my ass. 

I watched as Johnathan crawled to Bryce, got onto his knees and took Bryce's dick in his mouth. The faggot act only added to my own stimulation and my second orgasm of the orgy was climbing quickly. 

I looked around and saw that Candace was no longer on the machine but on her knees with Elmer, Jeremy, Walker and Mr. Goldstein, who I hadn't seen since he came in me, all circled around her. She was sucking one cock, while stroking two others. I again shook my head realizing that it wasn't just Dominicans that would submit to their basic carnal submissive desires given the right opportunity. Candace did not seem to be forced anymore, but rather just giving in to the pleasure of submission and pleasing others. 

Ms. Goldstein was watching from her desk and Juliette was near Bryce continuing her belittling of my husband. 




Dominican Slut: Orgy Finale



"You look so good with a cock in your mouth," Juliette said, as she grabbed his head with both hands and began forcing him to take all Bryce's cock. 

Johnathan gagged, but she didn't care, as she roughly moved his head back and forth. 

Meanwhile, my own orgasm was building and, based on Barry's huffs and puffs, he was close to. 

I begged, "Come in my culo, Papi." 

"So close," he groaned, sweat dripping down his brow. 

"Me too, Papi, dios mio, no pares," I replied, wanting him to never stop. After another few deep hard thrusts, my orgasm hit just as his did. 

"Oh fuck," he grunted and shot his load in my ass. 

I screamed, as I barely held myself up, "Y este me esta llenando mi culo, con todo su leche caliente," which translates to 'and this is filling my ass with all his hot milk.' 

"Your Mexican slut is coming again," Juliette told my husband, who was still forcibly sucking Bryce's cock. 

When Barry pulled out, I fell to the ground and rolled onto my back, my knees aching and my body weak. 

"Time for some lesbian action," Ms. Goldstein declared, "let's let the boys get some rest and watch a show I imagine they have always fantasized seeing." 

"Fuck yeah," Walker said. 

"Candace, go over to your former boss, straddle her face with that tiny cunt of yours and bury your face in hers," Ms. Goldstein ordered. 

"Yes, Mistress," a no longer protesting Candace obeyed. 

I watched her crawl to me, straddle me and bury her face in-between my spread legs. I reached up and began licking her surprisingly trimmed pussy. 

I was also surprised when I heard, "And Juliette get over here and lick your boss." 

"Excuse me?" Juliette asked, clearly as surprised as I was. 

"There can only be one true Mistress here," Ms. Goldstein clarified, before demanding, "now get over here and eat my cunt you silly French twat." 

"But I," Juliette began, but was cut off. 

"Now, you fucking dumb slut," Ms. Goldstein roared. 

I couldn't see her submission, but there was no more protest and Ms. Goldstein's next words implied the submission had taken place. "That's it, Juliette, you are my number two, but I will always be number one, is that clear?" 

"Yes," Juliette weakly agreed. 

"Yes, what?" Ms. Goldstein questioned. 

"Yes, Mistress," Juliette reluctantly corrected. 

"Good, now get licking," Ms. Goldstein ordered, "you can't be a pussy pleasing rookie, are you?" 

"No, Mistress," Juliette admitted. 

"I didn't think so," Ms. Goldstein replied. 

So for a few minutes it was just woman pleasing woman and a strangely relaxing pace after the hard core fucking I had been a part of for I don't even know how long. Candace's pussy tasted incredibly sweet, while although she was clearly new at licking pussy, she more than made up for it with her eagerness. 

Both our moans increased over a fifteen minute 69 until I felt my face get coated with wetness as she whimpered, "I'm coming, Elizabeth." 

Unfortunately, I needed more cock to come. 

Fortunately, Bryce must be able to read minds. 

"Time for the gangbang," Bryce declared. 

"That's it slut, keep licking, keep licking, fuck, yes," Ms. Goldstein moaned, her orgasm obviously close as well. 

"Who wants her cunt?" Bryce asked. 

Elmer declared, "I do." 

"Lie down then," Bryce ordered. 

"Yesssssss," Ms. Goldstein screamed, as her orgasm hit. 

He did and Bryce instructed me, "Straddle him." 

"Yes, Master," I nodded, as Candace moved off of me. 

She apologized, "Sorry, I didn't get you off." 

"Don't worry, Candace, practice makes perfect," Juliette said, her face shiny with Ms. Goldstein's cum as she pushed Candace onto her back, took off her strap-on and straddled my secretary's face. 

"Elmer, come get a blow job," Bryce suggested, "and I'm going to take my slut's ass." 

I noticed, as I took Walker's cock in my cunt, the way Bryce referred to me as 'my slut'. 

Soon, I had three white cocks in me and was immediately at home. The only thing better than one white cock, was two white cocks and now I learned that the only thing better than two white cocks was three. 

Although awkward at first, I soon got into a rhythm and was moving back and forth fucking and sucking all three cocks. It was exhilarating and I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasure. 

I don't know how long I had all three cocks in me, before Bryce spoke. "Look at your precious Elizabeth, she's got a white cock in every one of her Spic holes. Liz, take that dick out of your mouth and tell your husband how good it feels, how badly you want a white baby in you." 

I took Elmer's cock out of my mouth, looked at my husband and said, "Oh yes, baby, I love white cock so much. I can't wait to have a white baby in me, a constant reminder of the spic slut and nigger faggot we are." 

Elmer immediately grabbed my head and shoved his dick back in my mouth so I couldn't see Johnathan's reaction. 

But I head Jeremy say, "Let's spit roast this nigger, Mr. Goldstein." 

Bryce asked, "Do you want to have a cock in all your holes too, nigger faggot?" Bryce asked. 

"God, yes," Johnathan answered, obviously enjoying watching the triple penetration I was experiencing. 

And so it was for a brief amount of time the five white men, minus Barry, all had their cocks in one of the five holes of Mr. and Mrs. Phillips. It was surreal. 

Eventually, I came again from the triple penetration, and then the cum started to flow. 

Elmer pulled out and splattered his cum all over my face. 

Bryce then declared, "Everyone's next load will be on our spic slut's face." 

Bryce pulled out, I moved off of Elmer and onto my knees as yet another twisted fantasy of submission was about to come true... a cum bath, a bukkake. 

Mr. Goldstein and Jeremy also pulled out of Johnathan and four men circled me stroking their glorious white cocks. 

I was like a kid in a candy store, not knowing which way to turn. I just kept my mouth open and waited for someone to spray their sticky goo on me. 

Mr. Goldstein grunted first and shot his cum on my face. "Here it comes, slut." 

Jeremy followed seconds later, hitting me mostly on the cheek, ears and neck. 

Walker followed, his cum rocketing like a missile right in my eyes, making me close them. 

Then Bryce ordered, "Open your eyes, my slut, I want you to look at me when I am giving you a gift." 

My face feeling soaked with cum, I opened my cum covered eyes, and looked up at him. 

"What do you want, Elizabeth?" he asked, stroking his cock. 

"Oh fuck," Johnathan groaned loudly, which made me look. 

Barry had slid his massive thick prick in my husband's cunt. 

"Keep licking bitch," Juliette demanded, as she grinded her cunt on the helplessly pinned Candace. 

I returned my gaze to Bryce and answered, in Spanish, "Cubierta mi toda la cara con tu semen, Papi." 

"Translate," Bryce demanded, smiling. 

"Cover my entire face with your cum, daddy," I replied. 

"Fuck my dick with those tits," he ordered. 

I obeyed, leaning up and squeezing them between my tetas. It was incredibly contrasting to see my dark big tits and his big white dick between them... the greatest clear example of the difference in our color. 

"Swallow all my pussy juice," Juliette demanded, as she came on Candace's face. 

I asked, after a couple minutes of moving up and down awkwardly with his dick between my tits, "You want to cum over my big tetas?" 

"Face or tits?" he asked. 

"You're the white Master," I pointed out coyly. 

"Oh fuck," he grunted and his cum shot up hitting me in the chin, my neck and finishing between my tetas. 

"So big," Johnathan whimpered, as Barry slammed into him, Johnathan's hard dick flailing all over the place. 

Bryce turned around and everyone watched, as my husband got sodomized by a massive white dick. 

Juliette moved to Johnathan, and surprising everyone, ordered, "Open wide, piss taker." 

Johnathan didn't even have time to open his mouth as the French bitch began pissing on my husband. He quickly opened his mouth and drank the golden stream that was offered to him. 

"Well that I didn't see coming," Bryce quipped. 

"Looks like he liked it," Ms. Goldstein laughed. 

"Did you, faggot, did you like being my toilet?" Juliette asked, as the stream quit and she shoved her cunt in his mouth. 

Of course, he couldn't answer as he cleaned the remaining residue of her urine and pussy cum. 

When she did move away, he looked up, his face wet with piss, "Yes, Mistress, I enjoyed your golden stream." 

"Biggest faggot ever," Juliette laughed, as she turned around and ordered, "Now eat my ass while you take it up yours." 

"Yes, Mistress Pichot," Johnathan obeyed, burying his black as night face in her white as snow ass cheeks. 

It was another incredibly hot scene and my slut box again began to burn. 

Johnathan began groaning loudly, while eating out Juliette's ass and then for the second time today came without having his dick touched. 

"That is just wrong," Bryce said, shaking his head. "Coming from getting ass fucked, maybe he really is a faggot." 

"But he's my faggot," I quipped for some reason. 

"And mine," Juliette added. 

"And mine," Jeremy added, "I've always wanted a black play thing." 

"Where should Barry's last load go?" Bryce asked. "In the nigger's faggot's ass? All over our spic's face? Or, in your baby maker?" 

Everyone answered at once with different answers, but it was Barry who decided as he grunted and filled Johnathan's ass. 

"Well, I guess that answers that question," Bryce laughed. 

When Barry pulled out, Bryce ordered, "Go retrieve Barry's cum from your husband's cunt, Elizabeth." 

"Yes, Master," I nodded, moving behind my husband and burying my face in his gaping asshole. 

Eventually, the crazy orgy came to an end. The men leaving while I had my face buried in my husband's ass. 

Juliette said, "Elizabeth, your husband will now be my new secretary." 

My eyes went big. He had a great well-paying job. 

"Don't worry, we will keep him well compensated financially," Ms. Goldstein said, seeing my look. "As we will you." 

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, thinking at least we would save money carpooling to work. 

When I stood up, my legs so tired and sore, only Ms. Goldstein and Juliette remained. 

"Candace has started her new job," Ms. Goldstein explained, "as night time slut." 

"Really?" I asked, again feeling guilty for putting her in that situation. 

"At least that will no longer be your role," Ms. Goldstein said. "Your cunt is only for white cum." 

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, oddly relieved to no longer have to serve Haitian dick. 

"Good night," she said, waving me off. 

Johnathan and I got dressed and walked out of her office. As we left, he took my hand in his and whispered, "I love you, Elizabeth." 

"I love you too, Johnathan," I replied, knowing that somehow, as absurd and twisted as it is, our submission had only made us stronger as a couple. 

Epilogue: 

That night, once our children were asleep, we had a long discussion about what all this meant for us as a family and agreed that we needed to make it clear to Mistress Goldstein and all the others that we wanted our work life and family life to be separate. Thankfully, they all agreed and Johnathan starting working as Juliette's secretary two weeks later (once he gave his two weeks' notice at his other job). 

Six month later, the routine of submission now a part of both of our daily lives, Mistress Goldstein offered us to her twenty year old college student sister. We were both used by her sorority and nearby frat house for a whole Saturday evening. 

I was already pregnant, with someone's child, when I was fucked by over forty frat boys, in all three holes, and ate out dozens of coed cunts before my husband arrived. 

Then, while I got ass fucked by a big dicked frat boy, while munching on another coed's sweet cunt, my husband was pegged by one coed while forced to suck her boyfriend's cock. 

Once, I got the coed off with my expert tongue, I watched my husband move like a rocking horse, taking the strap-on deep in his ass, and while then deep throating the white cock. 

And as I reminisce about our journey, rubbing my belly, I realize although our love story is twisted and appalling to many, it is our love story and neither of us would have it any other way. 

THE END!



Dominic's visit



As I entered the men's room, the automatic lights came on. No one has been in here in 15mins, I think to myself. I often wonder if they were motion activated or not, and if they might cut out if I was sitting for a long period in a stall.

It was just after 7pm, and I was working late. I had been wrapped up in getting the new network setup and as usual time flew by. It seems to slow down just before 4pm, when all the other employees begin to wind down their day. However this is when I'm just getting started. My schedule is adjusted to ensure I'm making changes when none of the other employees need the network. So needless to say I got to sleep in this morning. That's always a good thing.

I make my way to the urinal. As usual I scan to see which one is cleaner, check for one overflowing and check the floor for spillage. None of which are present, the cleaning staff arrived early today, and had cleaned the bathroom very well. I unzip my trousers and move my underwear to relieve my cock of its confines and commence with urination.

Just as the flow ebbs I hear what sounds like a stall door opening, my first thought is that some one came in while I was peeing and I totally missed them, but then I thought that the door would still....

"Are you done?!!!" came the commanding voice over my shoulder as some one came closer to me.

"Did the janitor just give me crap for peeing in his clean urinal?" I think. "Well fuck him?"

"I'm just finishing up" I say angrily, yet politely and as I begin to put my cock away I think "More that two shakes is a wank (a childhood saying about masturbation)"

Now I'm aware of that all too familiar presents when someone is standing way too close to you without your permission. This invokes my adrenaline and I turn prepared for "fight or flight". However, due to the person's proximity, I'm not able to do either, instead it causes me to loose my balance and I stumble back onto the urinal. I'm almost sitting in it. I would be if I were 2 inches taller....

This stranger is standing right in my face, wearing a suit that seemed to fit someone a little larger than them. I look into the brownest eyes I've ever seen. I'm aware of brown hair. Then I have a moment of clarity and I realize much to my delight and unnerving that it's Dominic........

"Oh, wow I'm glad it's you...! You scared the cra...."

"Shut the fuck up!" Dominic says, "What took you so long?"

"What do you mean?" I ask in total bewilderment.

"You should have been in here 20 minutes ago!!! Didn't you get my message?"

"Message?" I ask.

I try to recall the messages I have received recently. Then I quickly realize my sidekick is on my desk charging.

"I'm so sorry; I was in the server room and...."

"I didn't come here for excuses......." Dominic interrupts again.

I hadn't seen Dominic in over 6 months, but the relationship we have is consistent. When Dominic and I get together, it's always a sexual encounter. I was introduced to Dominic on the night of my birthday two years ago. It was lust at first sight. I had considered myself straight, never had any interest in another male. I had been told many times I'm as straight as a broken arrow. With Dominic all inhibitions go out the window.

"Are you hard?" Dominic asks although I can tell it is said not as a question but a demand....

Dominic reaches down before I can answer and grabs a hold of my rapidly hardening cock through my pants, then proceeds to stroke vigorously on my increasing expansion. Dominic's eyes were burning a hole in mine daring me to move. But all that I dared to move was my erection...

"Mmmmm.....that's what I wanted...."

Dominic pushes me away from the urinal and over to the wall, then kisses me with a flourish and bites my lip.

"You're gonna like this!"

Dominic then proceeds to drop to eye level with my belt, undo it, then grab my pants and underwear and yank everything to the floor. Well, all except for my erection, that's instantly pointing in the opposite direction.

Now, I know that Dominic gives an awesome blow job, (I've been on the winning end of many) so I settle back to enjoy another. With signs that I will be receiving one again, Dominic begins as always by looking, lightly touching and smelling my dick. I feel tender licks on the underside of my shaft, just below the opening. As the flicking tongue makes its way south I become aware of tugging on my balls. They are then manipulated, and fondled gently. I can feel the heat of Dominic's mouth near my swollen head and my body urges to push forward. My hard member is now fully erect and Dominic starts to stroke my erection. The skin on in the area around my uncircumcised head begins to dry. Dominic draws back and spits saliva onto my dick, then uses this wetness to moisten my whole length. The stroking continues, as I feel a tongue again on my sack. This time the tongue explores a lot more, eventually reaching my taint. This of course, has me biting on my lip in ecstasy. Then the licking stops, as I begin to get frustrated, the stroking of my dick is replaced to the warmth and restrictions of an oral cavity. I look down and see lips encompassing my cock and watch it start as a complete member and disappear inch by inch until its all mouth and a penile nub.

I stare into Dominic's brown eyes as they stare back at me. They are a mixture of powerful confidence and quizzical observation. This familiar look drives me nuts (no pun intended.) I let out a moan, close my eyes and lift my head.

Dominic, in response to this show of enjoyment, starts to rapidly bob up and down on my cock. I can feel the tip and the shaft being sucked on and released as the vacuum moves along my member.

I open my eyes again and look down. Despite all of this dick in Dominic's mouth, I can still see a smile emanating from the lips engulfing 3/4 of my cock. Dominic stops abruptly, and then slowly tries to inch a little more in, then a little more, again a piece. Now I can't see any of my cock. 

But Dominic wants more, by reaching both hands around and grabbing my ass cheeks and pull me closer, I'm forced deeper. I strain at the depth. 

Then I hear it, a slight gag. Dominic pulls off my cock with a look that combines that of excess, regurgitation, and goofiness. My reaction is different, this turns me on. After a moment passes, to let the sensation ebb, Dominic attacks my dick again. Now I'm real close to orgasm. I can feel it building. I need the consistent rhythms to finish. I reach down and grab a fist full of hair. This holds Dominic's head in place; I begin to move my hips. This of course feels good, but can be dangerous, especially when the person to whom you do this is in control of the encounter.

I get my gut scratched. This brings me back to a calm state. I look down and Dominic pulls free of my grip and gets up off the floor. We are staring each other eye to eye, and I know from that look that I have fucked up.

"So you like it rough do you?"

"Yes?" I respond apprehensively..........

"Give me your hand"

I present my hand palm up. All I could think of is receiving a slap of leather across it as a kid, when I had to receive punishment in my catholic middle school.

Dominic takes my hand and lowers it to a fully erect hard-on straining to escape their slacks.

"You like that don't you?"

"Oh Fuck! Yes!"

"Only if you do a good job"

Dominic grabs my shirt and spins us both around to trade places. I am then guided by a hand holding a fist full of hair, down onto my knees.

"Stroke it!!"

I do as instructed. I feel the length, sitting sideways in its confines. 

I begin to trace my lips over the outline. I can feel the ridges on the side. I am sure I can feel it throbbing in my hands. I look you to see Dominic's facial expression and the look is a mixture of enjoyment and eagerness.

I begin to open the zipper and reach into the under wear. I free this gorgeous member. I can do nothing but stare at it. Now I know why Dominic looks at mine. I lean in to smell it, and then realize the hand on my hair is gripping tight again. Dominic likes this....

"Wet it!" Dominic growls,

So I do the first thing that comes to my mind, I spit on it. I next reach up and begin to stroke its length. I again look up and see Dominic's brown eyes, half closed, watching everything detail of my actions. I being to do things that I know I like being done to me.

I reach inside the zipper and start playing with the balls. I tug them a little and stroke them. Then I lean forward and tentatively take the cock head into my mouth, just barely at first. I flick the crown and swirl my tongue around the sides. I then begin to bob up and down on the first 2 inches. This sensation gets a moan and some hip movement from Dominic. I the reach up and run a hand along Dominic's stomach and chest. I reach over and find a nipple. I give it a light pinch. I then begin to play softly with it.

This produces a response in Dominic's hips, they begin to surge forward to try and get more dick in my mouth. Dominic pulls tight on my hair again and pulls me off and turns my head up to look.

"Now you will see what its like!" Dominic says, regaining complete control.

"Oh shit!" is all I can try to say.

Dominic begins thrusting my head onto the first half of what seemed to be ever growing cock. The more I am "encouraged" to take in, the longer it seems to grow. I am now aware of the dick in the back of my throat. I know in the next surge or two I will gag. I was wrong, I lasted three. My body tensed and my throat convulsed. I no longer felt in control. I pulled away. Dominic realized my discomfort and let go of my head. I calmed down and realized that I wasn't going to do that again to others. 

That was rough.

"Lesson learned?" Dominic asked, but I could see that it was a statement rather than a question.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Come here" Dominic said. I stood up, bumping into the erect cock sticking straight out. Dominic flinched a little at the contact. So as I completed the process of standing I played with the tip.

Dominic reached down and grabbed both of my ass cheeks.

"So you want to fuck?"

"Yes!!" I reply

"Good" then I get slammed face first into the wall. Dominic's face is now down level with my ass. My cheeks are spread open and I feel a warm tongue exploring me. My body reacts by puckering. This elicits a slap on the ass.

"Open them up wide!" is the command barked at me.

But the follow up statement is what actually worked.

".....or I'll stop!"

I force myself to relax. I feel a hand reach under my legs and begin to play with my balls. This is heaven. I let out a moan.

"I know you like it" Dominic says, "how about this?"

I then feel a finger right on the rim of my ass.

"This is going to hur..........!"

I never find out. Dominic's phone rings and everything stops! Dominic takes a look at the caller ID and quickly says

"Hello, this is Jane..........oh..ok..poor sweetie....ok, yes I got him.........no problem......yes......we will be home in 20 minutes."

Jane looks at me. The Strap-on Dildo she is wearing, looking out of place now that the mood is broken.

"Sorry Honey, The baby sitter is not feeling well. She is running a temperature, so your birthday present will have to wait until the kids are asleep."



Dominion of the Seeker



The storm rages outside the small cave we’ve seen fit to take shelter in. The trip out to the beach, “frolicking in the woods” as you so lovingly put it, ended rather wetly with the sudden storm. Apparently Mother Nature didn’t think too much of us playing in the woods. 

Everyone’s a critic...

Everything’s been soaked, the blankets caught in the early winds, ripped from our grasp, flying off into the trees. We’d barely had time to get dressed before the rain hit, lashing at us, blinding, the rain falling so hard that it was more like we were swimming in the storm rather than running. 

But we had found the cave, and it was still dry, though at the rate the rain was coming down we could be in for a very wet time. Not that we’re not soaked already...

The remains of my shirt still hang on by my deltoids, that tree I had hit early in our run had done a number on me. But at least the cuts had stopped bleeding. You’re not in much better shape, your soft silk shirt and nice mesh shorts torn and ripped by thorns and bramble, leaving you standing in the remains of almost nothing, shivering in the dank air of the cave. I pull you to me, hold you close, the warmth still radiating off my body from our fun and from our flight warming you, like I’ve always been able to do. Our eyes turn to the opening of the cave, watching the upset waves crash onto the wind swept beach.

“Looks like we’re not going anywhere for awhile. But look at the bright side, we got away from everybody,” I remark in a dry voice and thunder peals outside and lightning rends the sky asunder. Your hands run up and down my arms, nails tracing designs on my forearms. You can feel my pounding heart on your back and the stubble of my chin on your scalp when my head is resting. 

“Yep, looks like it,” you remark, a twinkle I can’t see coming to your eye. Perhaps if I’d seen that twinkle I could have had control of the situation, but I missed it... 

Everyone makes mistakes...

You free yourself of my arms, sauntering over to your pack, the one thing we were able to salvage from our spot. You wouldn’t let me see what was inside earlier, intend on surprising me when the time was right. You return to where I’m standing, my back to you and my eyes on the raging storm. I feel you come up behind me and relish in you wrapping your body around mine, your hands finding mine. I enjoy those last seconds of your face pressed against my back, a sudden dread that I’m very much in trouble rising to the surface as your hands caress mine. 

Click.

Such a simple sound, the sound of cold metal locking into cold metal. My eyes race down to see just what you’ve attached to me. I was expecting a simple pair of handcuffs; you do love them so much after all. What I found were more akin to a pair of shackles, encasing my arms from wrist to near elbow, the chain connecting the manacles something I would test in lab, and definitely not something I can break. Not like the handcuffs from last week...

You push me up against the rough stone wall, nails running across my chest.

“Arms up.”

I glance up to see what could make you issue that command, after all, there can’t be anything for you to shackle me to. But oh was I wrong. Above me is a rock outcropping, just high enough that I have to jump a little to get the chain of the manacles across it. You make me jump for it anyway. Your feet running across the sand beneath mine, digging a pit with your toes. Soon the only thing that keeps me upright is the chain and the only thing that keeps me from spinning is the tips of my feet in contact with the shifting sand. 

“I would have you take your shirt off, but then I’d have to let you loose,” your breath is a mere whisper in my ear, felt more than heard. Your hands grasp the remaining threads of my shirt and rip them free, the sound echoing in the confined space. You return to your pack of surprises, digging for a second, returning with a band of cloth about two inches thick. You bind it securely across my eyes, blocking out the little light that the storm offers. I wait in anticipation of your next move. You couldn’t break me earlier, and you seem intent on trying again. You nails caress my chest, running over my abs down they wander, and up again. When you bring them down they cut into my flesh, cutting in places, leaving beautiful red welts in others. You withdraw you hands, running a piece of braided leather across my cheek. 

A very familiar feeling piece of braided leather...

My belt...

“Didn’t you just use this against me last week?” your tone is accusatory, promising retribution and punishment. Apparently you still haven’t forgotten about that little welt I left at the small of your back with it. I didn’t mean to, really, but things just happen. I open my mouth to defend myself only to have you take my chin in a very firm grasp. 

“I don’t recall giving you permission to speak. One more time and I’ll have to punish you. After all I can’t have my slave embarrassing me in public later on, now can I?” 

You step back; at least, I think you step back. 

Crack!

The belt cuts across my chest, leaving a mark over my heart. Yep, you stepped back. 

Crack!

A mark finds its way across my abs, nice and long. I can’t help this one. I cry out, more in surprise than in pain. 

“Now what did I tell you?” I hear you wander off again. The storm rages again, thunder erasing any sounds that I might have picked up after that. So when you fingers find my jaw again it’s a surprise. I open it like you want, not realizing until it’s too late that you were intent on silencing me. By the time this realization enters my confused brain the ball gag is in and secured. I hear you step back again. 

“There, now don’t you look pretty.” I struggle a bit, more for your entertainment than any real want to get free. I want to see where you’re going to take this. 

Crack!

The whip cracks one more time, leaving a trail down the center of my chest. I drop of something burns into the welt, but whether blood or sweat I don’t know. You drape the belt around my neck, the cold metal clasp resting at the bottom of that last gorgeous mark. 

“You know, I’ve always had a great appreciation for the human body, especially one in torment. And with this storm in the background I think I’ve created a masterpiece, but it needs something...” 

Your hand finds the clasp of my jeans, undoing it without you having to look; you’ve had a lot of practice lately. You tug them off, throwing them back into the dark depths of the cave. I can hear you stepping back, admiring me in the burst of lightning that light the cave, I can hear you little appreciative noises as you look on. You step forward again and I feel you naked body press against mine.

“You’re mine, I can do whatever I want to you right now, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

I can feel your teeth on my shoulders, across my neck, around my sternum, which you’ve taken such an interest in. You bites are not little, nor playful, but serious and powerful. Your hands find my rock hard cock. Grasping, pulling, caressing, teasing. Tormenting. Torturing. You grind yourself up against me, I feel my cock slide across your swollen clit, slip across wet pussy lips, penetrating just a little, just enough to spread you open, to let you know I’m there. I thrust forward. You back away.

“Oh no pet, your education isn’t quite complete yet. When I think you’re ready you can have that treat, but not yet.” I’m not sure if you’re telling me this to frustrate me or to keep yourself under control. I feel my belt being lifted from my shoulders, and wrapped around my palm, another belt find my other palm and I feel you reach up on tip toes to release one of the manacles. Almost instantly I try to get free, but you drag me to the ground, forcing me to my knees before I can get free, your weights presses me back, and the manacles find my arms again, pinning my hands behind me. 

“Do you like how I taste; do you enjoy eating my hot pussy?” 

I fight your question for a second, determined to give you as little ground as possible but your hands find my hair, pulling my head back.

“Answer me.”

Reluctantly I nod. You reach a hand behind my head and release the gag. Then you drive me back a little more, and place your pussy over my mouth, my body pinned back so that I’m not getting away until you get your fill. 

“You’d better get busy then.”

My tongue makes eager work of your pussy, lapping, licking, caressing, my teeth finding all manner of things to nip and tug. A shift my weight and my teeth for that swollen clit of yours, and I latch on. You moan and thrash, pressing me back farther before you can get free.

“Bad boy, I don’t remember saying that you should play with my clit; I think some punishment is in order.” 

I find myself pushed all the way back, my back pressed against the warm sand. Your mouth finds my hard cock, sucking and licking, nipping, nibbling. You bring me right to the edge, then you stop, removing yourself from me entirely. I groan in frustration, my hips raised up, trying to find you. I groan once more and my body collapses to the sand. Without warning you are back on top of me, sucking with wild abandon. Again I reach the edge, and again you release me. I fall back to the sand, trashing about in impotent frustration. Again and again we go through this rhythm. Tears of frustration appear beneath the blindfold. 

“Are we finally ready to give up?”

“What do you want, what do I have to do to end this?”

“What are you willing to do?”

“Anything.”

“Hmm, what, I’m sorry I can’t hear you over the weather.”

“ANYTHING, GOD DAMN IT!”

“Will you submit to me?”

“Yes.”

“Am I your Mistress?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I don’t need to see you, I can feel your triumph, sense your smile. 

“I’d say you’ve learned enough for today. Would you like to fuck me yet?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You learn quick.”

You mount me again, your wet pussy sliding along my cock, soaking it, soaking us. Finally content you grab my cock, holding it at rigid attention while you slowly impale yourself on it. I listen to your little moans and groans and squeaks of pleasure until I feel your pelvic bone pressing against me. You stat slowly, a gentle pace as we get used to each other, enjoying each other for the first time. But your pace isn’t slack for long; soon you start to pound me into you, crushing my hips beneath the force of your thrusts, orgasm after shattering orgasm ripping through your body. Finally you begin to feel me swell within you, building. Finally you raise yourself up, perhaps intent on getting off me, but I thrust my hips up, driving myself into, my seed spilling forth deep into, a hot stream that you feel pouring into you, filling you to overflowing. You collapse beside me, my body still spasming form my orgasm. It only takes you a second to recover.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to come. I think you should be punished.” 

You position your pussy once more above my mouth.

“Clean me up.”

My lips eagerly find their way through you, cleaning you. When I’ve finished you unblindfold me and remove the manacles. I pull you into the warm sand. We lay there, you tracing the trails of blood and welts that run my body as I watch you with a bemused expression. 

“No revolution?”

I smile. “After that? I’ll bow down and kiss you feet in public if you want, as long as I know I’m going to get that I’ll be your slave for as long as you want.

Mistress...”



Dominique



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I met my Mistress six months ago at the gym. I had just moved into the area, transferring my club membership over from my former location. During my first month at the gym, I admired her stunning beauty quietly from a distance. Her exotically seductive face oozed with sensuality, and only countless hours of determined effort could have sculpted a body to such perfection. Strong women are a huge turn on for me. Especially slender, long legged, sexy brunettes like Dominique.

Although I'm in fairly good shape and still can turn an occasional female head, I'm completely out of Dominique's league. Being 15 years older than her didn't help bolster my confidence towards approaching her either. So each time she caught me looking her way, I would quickly avert my eyes. She was so damned irresistible, however, that I couldn't help but sneak a glance at her whenever possible. I mentally worshipped her. 

One day we passed each other in an aisle. I quickly broke our brief moment of eye contact, and averted my eyes downwards. 

"Excuse me," she said.

"Yes?" I responded, a bit surprised. 

"I've noticed that you've been staring at me a lot. That's not very polite," she said.

"You're right. You're so attractive that I haven't been able to resist. I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?" I responded, averting my eyes downwards. I could feel my face flush. 

"I might, if I find you so deserving, that is. My intuition tells me that you can be useful to me. Shall I continue?" she asked without a smile.

"Please do," I replied, taken aback by both her directness and seriousness. 

"Not here. If you want to know more, meet me at the bar next door at 8:00 SHARP! Understand?" she asked. 

"Sure," I eagerly responded.

Since it was already 7:40, I did fours quick sets of curls, then headed for the showers. I made it to the bar with 5 minutes to spare. I selected the most private booth available, and ordered a Guinness to calm my jumpy nerves. Dominique walked in at 8:00 sharp, just as the waitress came over to fetch my empty glass. 

"What can I get you both?" the barmaid asked. 

"White zinfandel," my date replied. 

"Another Guinness," I responded. 

The waitress quickly departed. 

"By the way, I'm Paul." I said, offering my hand and smiling. She shook my hand with a strong grip, and introduced herself. She did not, however return my smile. 

"Let me get to the point, Paul. As I mentioned at the gym, you may be of use to me. I think you might be the kind of guy that would enjoy pleasing a woman like me," she explained.

"Well, uh, what kind of woman ARE you?" I replied. 

"A woman that likes to be in full control, Paul," she responded.

"I see," I replied.

"DO you?" she asked. 

"Perhaps you should elaborate a bit," I replied. 

"I'm looking for a new boy toy, Paul. A plaything and servant. Shall I continue?" she asked, dead serious.

"P-please," I responded, feeling my face flush and my cock stir. A mischievous smile came over her face just as our waitress returned to deliver our drinks. Dominique waited for the waitress to leave before continuing.

"I KNEW I was right about you! Have you ever served a woman before?" she asked. 

"No, but I've thought about it," I replied, as my cock pressed into my tight briefs.

"Have you ever thought about serving ME?" she asked.

"Yes," I admitted. 

"I thought so. Okay, next question. What is your marital status?" she asked. 

"I'm divorced," I responded.

"Do you have a significant other," she inquired. 

"No, no one special," I answered. 

"Do you live alone?" she asked. 

"Yes," I replied.

"Okay, so far, so good. Here's the program, Paul. My rules are simple enough," she explained as she pulled a folded paper out of her handbag. She handed the paper to me. I unfolded it to read: 

DOMINIQUE'S RULES: 

1) You will be my domestic servant, and keep my townhouse immaculate at all times. Your cleaning efforts will often be subjected to my white glove tests. 

2) You will be my launder maid by hand washing and machine washing all laundry that does not have to be dry cleaned. 

3) You will be my errand boy. This includes shopping and trips to the dry cleaners.

4) You will be my masseuse, by oiling down and massaging my body for one full hour after each of my workouts. I work out hard 5 days a week, Monday through Friday, and I usually enjoy receiving my massages BEFORE I shower. Foot massages and worship will be required upon my demand. 

5) You will be my groom servant. This will include manicures, pedicures, and the removal, trimming, and shaving of body hair, and the brushing and shampooing of scalp hair. You will also learn the art of applying make up. 

6) You will be my sex toy by worshipping my ass, breasts, and pussy with your hands, mouth and tongue upon my demand. 

7) You will obey all of my instructions without question or hesitation. 

8) You will address me as "Mistress" or "Goddess" in all private settings. 

9) You will obey all of the above for the reward of being allowed to masturbate to completion for my amusement and entertainment. Our orgasm ratio will be a bare minimum of twenty for me, for each one of yours. My twenty (+) must be provided by YOU. Orgasms provided for me by others will not count. Under no circumstances will your cock ever be allowed to touch me. 

10) You will be punished whenever you fail to please me in any of the above areas, and I am hard to please. Severity and form of punishment will always be at my discretion. Refusal to fully submit to any one of my punishments will be grounds for immediate and permanent dismissal. 

YOUR SIGNATURE INDICATES YOUR ACCEPTANCE TO THE ABOVE TERMS:

X______________________   date_________ 

My cock ached from pressing so hard into my tight briefs. I looked up at Dominique to signal that I had finished reading it. 

"Any questions?" she asked.

"Yes. It says here that you are hard to please. How hard?" I asked.

"VERY hard! I'll enjoy stretching your parameters to the outer limits, Paul. It won't be easy for you, THAT I promise! Any other questions?" she responded. 

"Yes. When do I start?" I replied, feeling feverishly flush with submissive humiliation. I would later learn to describe the feeling as subspace. 

"Today is just as good a day as any," Dominique responded. She pulled a pen from her handbag and held it out for me to take. I stared at the pen for several seconds before taking it to sign and date the document. She quickly collected the pen and document, and downed the rest of her wine. 

"Let's go!" she instructed. 

I followed her home, and my training began that very night, six months ago. Six submissively blissful months that she frequently peppered with a wide range of her imaginative, and sometimes nasty punishment. But that is another story. 

End 

Note: If there is enough positive feedback, I may continue this story... Mike



Dominique



Archie saw her as soon as he walked into the terminal. He hadn't seen Dominique in five years and she had grown. She looked to be only about an inch shorter than his six feet. She had only been 15 when he had last seen her so she had to be about 20.

"Goddamn, Dominique, when I saw you last you were just a girl, and you were hot then. You're definitely a woman now. Wow!"

"Sure, I remember the last time we got together in Illinois, when my aunt died. I came out to see you at the motel because I wanted to talk to you about some stuff that I couldn't talk to my mom about."

"Lets talk while we're walking out to the car," Archie said.

Dominique said, "Sure. You were very helpful that time. I hadn't had too much experience with boys at that time."

"Have you had more since that time?"

"Yes."

"How much experience have you had?"

"Lots!"

"What kind of experiences have you had?" Archie asked.

"Well," Dominique said, "I've found out how much I like to fuck!" "Really."

"Yes, and I found that giving head can really be a blast."

"Do you like it when a guy eats you out?"

"Oh, yes, that's just about the best, next to fucking!"

She was walking about a half-step ahead of Archie. Her long legs striding down the airport hallway. Her shoulder-length ebony hair swung casually with her stride.

He lengthened his stride to match hers.

"Okay, so what else have you done? Do you like it in your ass?"

"Sometimes," she said.

She turned and looked at him, her dark eyes with their long thick lashes flashing approval of the direction their conversation was taking.

They had almost reached the car.

"Have you ever been with any other girls?'

"Oh, yes, lots of times. I love that! Girls are so gentle. They really know what turns a girl on!"

"That's what I've heard," he replied.

"Have you ever fucked an older man?"

"Yes, several times," she answered.

"Did you like it?"

"Oh, yes! They seem so much more gentle than the young studs. And they last so much longer. I really love that!"

"How do you like it best? Missionary position, back end, or do you like to be on top?" he asked, his breathing coming harder?

"Well I really like it from behind, when a guy can reach around and squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah, and I like to be on top too, so I can ride 'em as hard as I want to. When I do that I like the guys to suck my nipples."

"Yeah? Do you have big hard nipples?"

"Oh, yes!"

"I really like big hard nipples on a woman!" he said.

She didn't have large tits, but that was okay, because she was so tall and slender that he knew they were probably a perfect fit with the rest of her figure. And even though he liked big tits to play with that was okay with him.

They were walking across the parking lot and were almost to the car.

As they climbed into the 2-year old Pontiac GT he asked, "Do you shave your pussy?"

"Oh, no. I like to look in the mirror and see all that black hair on my pussy."

"I love hairy pussies," he said with much enthusiasm. "Are you enjoying asking me all these questions," she asked rather breathlessly?

"Do you mind?" he asked.

"Oh, no, I really like it. It turns me on. Do you know that I've wanted you since I was 15? Lots of times when I masturbate I've thought of you fucking me."

"Wow, I didn't know that!"

"No, I could never tell you that on the phone when you called the house. I couldn't let mom hear that."

"Are you still living at home?" he asked.

"Oh no, I moved out as soon as I got out of school."

"What if I called you now? Would you fuck me over the phone?"

"Sure!"

"Do you like cybersex?" he asked.

"Oh, yes. I do that a lot."

"I'm only going to be here a week, and you know I have to stay at your mothers house. But could I ask you something?"

"Go ahead," she answered, her own breathing coming harder now.

They were pulling out of the parking lot and the hot little GT was quickly picking up speed.

"Well, considering that you were willing to discuss all of this with me, would you consider fucking me while I'm here?"

"I'll never speak to you again if you don't," she retorted.

It was only 9 AM when the plane arrived so he began to hope that there might be some excitement yet that day.

"What are your measurements?"

"34-21-34," she answered with a smile.

"What a nice package," he said. On her 34" tits were perfect.

"34B?" he asked.

"No, silly, 34D."

"Wow!" he said again. "Sounds great."

"Now," she said, "come over here and rub my pussy. I purposely didn't wear panties today so you could have free access. You've got to rub my clit. I haven't been fucked for over a week."

"Sounds like that's a long time for you to go without it?"

"You bet it is," she said forcefully.

"How often do you like to be fucked?" he asked excitedly.

"Every day, when I can get it. More than once a day whenever possible."

"Is your mom still teaching school?" he asked.

"Sure is."

"Are you working now?" he asked in some anticipation.

"Believe it or not I took this week off," she replied.

"Really?"

"Yep! Now would you stop talking and put your hand under my skirt! I want you to fuck me as often as you can while you're here. How do you like them apples?'

Dominique was wearing a skirt two or three inches above her knees, and of course sitting down as she was her skirt was almost up to her ass.

Archie reached over and placed his left hand on her right knee. He felt his cock start to rise.

"Higher," she said. "No panties, remember?"

"Right!" 

So he edged his hand slowly up her leg. As he neared her pussy he heard a sharp intake of her breath.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Remember," she said, "lots of attention to my clit, then two or three fingers up my vag."

"Whatever you say, my dear."

Archie reached over and placed his left hand on her right knee. He felt his cock start to rise.

"Higher," she said. "No panties, remember?"

"Right!" 

It was about 30 miles from Colorado Springs to her mother's house, his cousin.

As his finger tips reached her pussy and he felt the thick mat of curly hair that covered it.

"Can you handle this while you're driving?" he asked.

"You bet I can. I do it all the time. If there's no one else in the car I do it myself."

"Do you like to masturbate?"

"Everyday. More than once most days. I've got about a dozen dildos and vibrators. Come on, get busy. I'm so horny."

Moving his hand further he felt the slit in her pussy. Warm, soft, large and puffy pussy lips met his touch. He could tell that her inner lips protruded even beyond her outer lips. His excitement began to rise along with this cock. Her excitement seemed to keep pace with his.

"Do you mind if I take my cock out while I do this?"

"God, no. I wish you would. I'd like to see it!"

Archie unzipped his pants and let his 10" cock free. It sprang to attention.

Dominique saluted and exclaimed "My God, Arch, you're humongous. I can't wait to get that up my vag."

As they were proceeding down Interstate 25 they approached a rest area, and Archie felt the car slow down as she pulled into it.

"Arch, you've got to finger fuck me now. I'll jack you off and give you a blow job."

She pulled the sports car into a parking place.

He continued to massage her erect clit while she leaned her head back on the seat and moaned loudly.

"Oh, Arch, that's so good! Goddammit that feels good! Finger fuck me now, make me cum! I'm so close already!"

As she reached for his throbbing cock he quickly pushed two fingers into her wet hole. 

"Make it three!" she screamed.

She continued jerking his cock while she thrashed back and forth in the driver's seat. "Goddammit, I want that thing inside of me!" she screamed again.

He was glad no one else was parked nearby.

"Wait just a minute," she said loudly. 

He pulled his hand back, and she jumped out of the car and ranaround to his side of the car and jerked the door open.

"Push the seat all the way back, I'm going to sit on that thing!"

It was a good thing she was so slender because there wasn't much room in the little sports car. She climbed in facing him and placed herself over his huge cock. She lowered herself onto him and started to buck like she was riding the mechanical bull at the local sports bar.

"Do you know where your G spot is?" he asked.

"Yes, and you're so big you're hitting it now!"

He couldn't move much, but he started thrusting his hips upward, and she arched her back and threw her head from side to side, her long black hair swinging wildly.

"I'm ready to cum already," she shouted. "How about you?"

"I could do this all day," he retorted.

"Well, cousin, I'm gonna cum now and then I'm gonna make sure you cum in my mouth and all over my face. I wish my tits were bare so you could cum on them!"

"Later!" he said.

"Here I cum," she yelled.

She thrashed and threw herself around while moaning and screaming, "I love it! I love it!"

Soon her wild thrashing slowed and she collapsed against his chest.

"Oh, cousin, that was so good!"

She raised herself off of his cock and slid down to the floor as best she could. She took his cock that was shiny and wet with her own pussy juices into her mouth.

"Do you like the taste of your own juices?" he asked loudly.

"Yes, oh yes, I do. Just wait, I can't talk with this huge cock in my mouth."

He leaned back and started to moan himself. He knew it wouldn't be long now, and that he had a huge load to deliver. He hoped she could handle it!

He just didn't realize how much experience she had had at the tender age of 20! His little cousin, whom he had known since she was a baby was definitely a woman now!

Dominique continued to lick and suck his pulsing cock. The little bitch was damn good! He'd had a lot of good head but this was nearly the best he'd ever had. A natural talent if he'd ever seen one he laughed to himself.

He felt the cum rising and knew within a minutes or so he would spray her as she had never been sprayed before. It had been so long since he'd been laid that he was loaded for bear! He just didn't know if this little she-cub could handle it. 

Little did he yet understand his young cousin in his lap!

"Dominique! Sweetheart! Are you ready for me?"

She pulled back. "Are you going to cum now?" she sighed.

"Yes, and you may not realize how loaded I am!"

"I'm ready when you are," she said contentedly.

"Jerk me now!" he said.

She pumped him madly with her right hand as the cum rose from the bottom of his balls. In a moment he began to jerk spasmodically as the cum sprayed wildly from his pulsating cock.

When he looked down she had cum all over her face, dripping from her forehead and cheeks and chin. She even had some in her hair!

As he stopped pumping his go-juice she started licking the cum that continued to ooze from the head of his cock.

"You weren't kidding," she exclaimed! "I've never seen that much juice before."

His cock was quiet now, and he leaned back and started to relax as Dominique continued to lick her lips and wipe the cum from her face with her fingers and put them in her mouth.

"Did you swallow any of it?"

"You bet," she said happily.

"Did it taste good?"

"Absolutely! That's about the best-tasting cum I've ever had. I can't believe how much came out. Next time I want it on my tits so it can run down into my pussy."

"I'll make sure of that," he said with a smile.

"At your age can you come more than once a day?" she asked sardonically.

"You bet your cute little ass, sweetcheeks. As often as you want!"

"You're amazing," she replied. "Let me get you over to mom's house so I can get into something more comfortable. I've got too many clothes on."

She climbed off of his lap and opened the car door. She went back around to the driver's side and got in.

As she started up the car and pulled out onto the interstate she was all smiles. And so was he.

"You're definitely going to give me more of that before you leave," she said emphatically.

"Would you like me to eat you out when we get to the house? I'm damn near as good at that as I am at fucking!"

"Absolutely!" she replied. "For the rest of the day."