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The ATM

By: jenny blyth



Jay Masterson's 18-year-old mouth was bigger then his pool game and he now found himself at 9PM on a Wednesday night with no money. The last game cost him his final $25.

Jay decided to go to the 'Almighty Cash Machine' at the Citi-Bank on the corner of Austin Street and Continental Avenue in Forest Hills, Queens. When Jay got to the entrance of the ATM in the lobby of the Citi-Bank he did not notice the white BMW with three gorgeous women parked in front.

Loreen Henry was a 34-year-old, 5'7", 134# and 42DD-26-34 black vixen. She had long dreadlocks all the way down her back and her breasts were positively enticing. She was wearing a white halter-top with lavender leather mini skirt with matching lavender 4" pumps.

Wendy Kippurs was an equally stunning 29-year-old, 5'6", 129# and 38D-24-32 redhead. She was wearing a low-cut gold mini-dress that fully enhanced her breasts and matching gold 4" pumps.

Cindy Harper was a 38 year old, 5'8", 132# and 36D-24-33 longhaired blonde. She was wearing a yellow snap halter, a pair of white hot pants and 4" black pumps.

"He's cute," Cindy said.

Cindy pointed out the 5'10", 165#, 18 year old Jay to Loreen and Wendy. He was wearing a green T-shirt, black slacks and black shoes.

"Let's take him," Wendy said.

When Jay entered the lobby there were two people (a young man about 23 and an older woman about 58) in front of him. While Jay was waiting to use the ATM the smell of 'Poison' and 'Charlie' perfume filled the lobby with the arrival of the Loreen followed by Wendy.

"I've got a couple of transactions to make," Jay said to them. "You can go ahead of me."

"My aren't we gracious," Loreen said with a dazzling smile.

"Thank you," Wendy said with a smile.

The young man and older woman finished their transactions and left Jay alone with Loreen and Wendy. Jay was suddenly awestruck when these two lovely ladies smiled at him

"My name is Loreen," Loreen.

"And I'm, Wendy," Wendy said.

"Hi," Jay said shyly.

Jay's face reddened and he lowered his eyes and head but Loreen captured Jay's downward stare with her hypnotic look that could turn any man to jelly and Jay was no exception. He and was totally captivated by her beautiful eyes while she moved closer.

"Gotcha," Loreen said.

Loreen suddenly grabbed Jay in a bear hug pulling him into her firm bosom. Her voluptuous breasts pressed into his chest. She smiled brightly at him her eyes laughing. Loreen's perfume engulfed Jay. He tried to squirm away but Loreen countered by lifting Jay's feet off the ground and squeezing him tighter to her body.

"Hey," Jay shouted. "Let me go."

"Sorry," Loreen said. "But you are coming with us."

"Help," Jay called out.

Wendy joined the fun by taking a pair of bright pink panties from her purse, balling them up and shoving them in Jay's mouth from behind. She secured the panties with a lavender scarf that matched Loreen's skirt.

Jay was in a complete panic now and struggled feverishly to break away from Loreen. Loreen managed to grab his wrists and hold them behind his back. Wendy then secured them with a bright pink scarf. Wendy then kissed Jay on the back of the neck and tickled his ribs causing him to struggle even more.

"We're in luck, Loreen," Wendy giggled. "He's ticklish."

Loreen and Wendy then embraced each other with Jay sandwiched in the middle. Wendy's breasts pressed into Jay's back like a gun. Then with Jay between them Wendy and Loreen they tickled him without mercy until he almost passed out. They then grabbed him by the arms and started to half walk, half drag him out of the Citi-Bank lobby towards their BMW where Cindy was waiting to drive off.

"Hey," a male voice called out. "What is going on there?"

Wendy and Loreen were about three feet from their BMW when a policeman suddenly appeared...

If your interest is piqued and you are interested in helping finish this story send me along your ideas, random thoughts and maybe a scenario or two.

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CHAPTER ONE

A well-known man in the Nelspruit community, John Carpenter, took his wife and two sons out camping for a weekend in a woodland reserve. His daughter, Jane, could not go with them, as she was in Pretoria University righting her final exams majoring in archaeology and doing her final level in martial arts as a sport. The older son, Graeme, had enlisted in the army and only had a few days to spend with his family. The younger son, Josh, had one more here to finish from high school. Their mother, Jessica worked in real estate as a sales representative. 

They set up camp a few steps away from the Orange River under a big couple of hundred year's old tree next to the river at the very same spot they chose every year. The river provided fresh water and the tree provided much needed shade from the harsh South African sun. The men were put up the tent and setting out the needed camping gear and started a fire for Jessica to start preparing a quick lunch. It started getting dark and later as they settled in around the fire telling stories that no-one would believe. 

They suddenly fell silent as John stood up grabbing the flashlight in his hands which he kept close with his .45 for safety. He had shown the light in the direction of where the noise came from, only to find an old looking lady standing there behind a neck-high bush mumbling something.

He suddenly noticed that he could not move a muscle except for his head. He looked around to his wife and sons to see if they were alright. It was the same with them; they couldn't move a muscle either. The old lady walked closer standing in front of each of them starting with John, then Jessica, then Josh and finally Graeme taking from each of them what she needed. 

She took from the first three vital organs butchering them to death and from Graeme she took only a little of his blood leaving him for dead. They could not even scream as they were paralysed in a way they could not understand. They all fell to the ground dead except for Graeme. The first and only thought going through his head at the time was his sister. He had to hold on to the life he had left. They were very close. He watched in horror as the lady walked away and didn't even look back. She had no remorse in her eyes.

When Graeme was sure that the lady was gone he scraped together the strength he had left and crawled on his belly through the woodland looking for help. He followed the river downstream remembering that he saw a vehicle there a kilometre or two back when they first arrived, hoping that they were still there. He found a young couple busy cleaning up after themselves after having dinner. 

The young man heard rustling in the bushes and long grass. He grabbed a flashlight and went to check it out only to find a wounded young man hanging on to life. He called his wife and had her help him get the wounded Graeme in the car so they could get him to a hospital. 

Five days later the reserve officers were patrolling the grounds with their four wheelers. They saw smoke in the distance. They figured that someone had probably forgotten to put their fire out for safety. As they reached the camp site they got off their vehicles in horror not believing what they saw before them.

A whole family found dead. They called it in over the radio to the closest police serves. One started checking the bodies for any sort of identities. He found their I.D. books in the woman's purse lying in the tent. He only saw three bodies but there were four I.D.'s in the purse. The other officer saw what his partner had found and walked around. He spotted a blood trail following it to a camp site but no-one was there.

Jane was busy at home when she got a call from the police nearest to the reserve. She fell to her knees and started sobbing dropping the phone to the ground. She wrote her last exam papers early this morning. Jane was over thrown with grief and a sudden urge to find the person responsible herself.

She knew that she couldn't really rely on the police. She packed a backpack with things she needed to keep herself alive for a couple of days. She went to her room and put clothes on more suited for her journey. 

Jane wore her camouflage gear with her hiking boots that she always wore when the whole family went camping. She grabbed the bag and her car keys she had ready by the door and set out to the reserve.

She got to the reserves gate being pulled off by a guard and told her to be careful because there was an incident by the river. She went to their usual camping site and found only remnants of a crime scene. 

Of course the police took everything in as evidence but she noticed something. She saw a broken twig on a bush and investigated. Jane followed the tell-tale signs straight to an old wooden cabin.

It was musty and the wood looked ancient in contrast to the trees and bushes growing around it. She noticed that the police was here as well. She entered the cabin and looked around. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. There were dead animals hanging from the ceiling, a big table in one corner with all kinds of jars on it. 

The jars had something in them but she didn't even want to know what was inside it. She stepped a little forward and noticed something else out the corner of her eye. She looked to her left and realised that she was dealing with a witch. There was a pentagram on the wall with a similar one underneath it on the floor. 

She saw a fire place with a cauldron in it and next to that something that looked like a note book. She opened it to the first page only to find scribbles and on the inside over the front cover a single name. It read Brumilda, Jane kept the book using it as a way to find the witch.

After her findings in the cabin her trail led to a dead end a year later. She studied everything on witches and magic. Jane taught herself a little white magic and learned that black magic and white magic each had its own language. She learnt to read, wright and speak both. It took her a whole year to gather up the information she needed to find the witch.

She read in the newspaper of a similar case in Richards Bay another year later and decided to move down. She had nothing left here, no family, nothing was keeping her in this city. She sold everything she had inherited after her graduation from the University and left. In her two year journey she found other dark witches and burned every single one of them, becoming an expert in witch hunting.

She bought a house on the beach enclosed and secluded from every other house on the beach. After six months there unsuccessful in finding the witch, she gave up on the hunt. Jane then bought a small shop across the park and started a coffee shop. Jane spent every day at lunchtime sitting alone at a bench and table wishing that things could have been different.

Jane was sitting in the park having lunch at a bench close to a hotdog stand. She was listening to the birds singing and the kids playing on the jungle gyms. She looked up into the distance and saw the most beautiful woman standing against a tree watching her. The woman had a long flowing summer dress on. Her hair was long and straight flowing, kind of brown in colour. The dress she wore showed off all of her curves. 

She was walking toward Jane with her long hair waving in the wind and Jane noticed sandals on her feet. Her heart started pounding in her throat. What was she going to say to this beauty of a woman? Jane looked down and took a sip of her soft drink to sooth her dry throat. 

Then finally the young woman stood next to Jane. She looked up into her eyes. For a moment she got lost in her big dark brown eyes. She must have had a blank look on her face because the woman just smiled at her. 

"Is this seat taken?" She asked Jane.

"No, it's not taken, be my guest." Jane answered.

She could have taken a seat right across from Jane, but she chose to sit next to her.

Her hips rubbed against Jane's as she sat down. She felt a shiver run down her spine and cleared her throat. She smelled like strawberries. Her lips were plump and red. Her skin tanned, suggesting that she spends a lot of time in the sun. 

"What is your name?" She asked.

"My name is Jane." She answered her looking into her eyes. 

"What is your name?" Jane asked her.

"My name is Alexandra, but everyone calls me Alex."

They clicked straight away. As they sat there talking about everything and anything, they both lost track of time. 

It started getting late. Jane looked at her watch and realised that she forgot to open up the shop again. Its one o'clock in the afternoon. She usually re-opens it at twelve. 

"Would you like to have a cup of coffee at my shop across the street?" Jane asked her hoping for a yes.

She looked at Jane for a moment in silence. "Sure. I don't have anything else to do."

They both stood up and then Alex followed Jane to the shop. Opening the door, Jane felt Alex stand very close to her. She could feel the heat radiating from her warm body. Jane walked in and flipped the 'closed' sign to 'open'. 

Alex walked in and sat at the counter on one of the tall bar chairs. As Jane walked around the counter to serve up some coffee, she couldn't think of anything to say. 

As if Alex read her mind she asked Jane; "Have you lived here in Richards Bay for long?"

"No I moved here about two years ago from Nelspruit." Jane explained. 

"I haven't seen you around here before?" Jane asked her while putting a hot cup of coffee down in front of her.

"I just moved here from Durban today. I sold all my belongings and bought a small house on the beach."

"Where on the beach is that? I also own a house on the beach. I have my own little private peace of ocean sectioned off with rocks. It's the only one on the whole beach in this area." 

"I actually bought the beach house right next to a rock wall. It is right in front of the old light house."

"That is where I live. Small world, isn't it?"

"Yes it definitely is. I have to confess though. I saw you this morning taking a swim." Alex answered blushing slightly.

"You did? Oh my, that must have been so awkward to see me take a skinny dip? I swim every morning after my gym session." Jane answered blushing crimson looking down at her feet so Alex wouldn't see.

"It was a bit awkward. After that I took a walk to get to know the neighbourhood. During my walk I found the park and stood there for a while looking around. That's when I saw you again sitting at the bench alone."

Alex took a sip of her coffee. "I knew you looked familiar in the park so I thought I would make sure and just introduce myself."

Jane took a sip of her coffee and looked up blushing crimson. Alex looked into her green eyes and just smiled. 

"I'm going to lock up at five o'clock. Would you like to stay and wait for me to finish up? We could walk home together?" 'What are you doing Jane?' She asked herself. 'You met this woman today and already you're trying to flirt with her.' 

While Jane was standing there, fighting with herself in her head, making a fool of herself, Alex answered her; "Yes." 

Jane looked up at Alex in surprise. For a brief moment their eyes locked. Theye just stared at each other. Alex's eyes were glistening; she had a faint smile on her face. 

They both knew what was happening between them. Jane turned around and pretended to be busy with something. 

A customer came in as she turned around to ask Alex something. It was George one of her regulars. "Hi George, you want the usual?"

"Hi Jane, yes please. That would be very nice."

Jane served him a cup of tea, no sugar, no milk with a slice of cake. He sat at his usual table in the corner next to the window. George always comes in half an hour before Jane cashes up and locks the shop. 

As Jane served him his tea and cake he gave her a fifty rand note and said to keep the change for the next day. He always did that because he hated to carry change in his pockets. "Sure no problem George, enjoy."

Jane turned around and noticed that Alex has a small tattoo of a butterfly on her shoulder. 

"I see you also like butterflies. I have a bigger one between my shoulder blades."

She turned around and looked at Jane confused at first. "Oh, you mean the tattoo? Yes, I love butterflies."

Jane just smiled and started to cash up the till. After George left she cleaned his table. 

"Okay, let's go." Jane said as she turned off the lights. 

By the time Jane got to the door Alex was already waiting outside for her. Jane flipped the 'open' sign, put the alarm on and locked the door. 

Alex and Jane walked in silence down the street for a while. 

"I'm going to a club tonight; would you like to join me?"

Alex didn't even think about it. "Yes, I would love to."

"Great." Jane answered as they reached the beach.

They walked very slow talking about little things that didn't even make sense. They were both a little nervous at the time. They didn't even notice the sun setting and getting dark all around them. 

When they reached Alex's house she went inside inviting Jane in. Her place was very small. Jane stood at her kitchen door and could see everything she was doing. She was slipping out of her summer dress put clean under wear on and put on a pair of tight jeans that clung to her curves with a t-shirt showing off her breasts and a little cleavage. Jane noticed every one of her curves, it felt a bit awkward so Jane waited outside while she got ready, then they got to Jane's place.

It was dark out so Alex couldn't see much of Jane's home. Jane invited her in so that she would be comfortable while waiting for her. Jane put her black jeans on with a white button down shirt and black Bronx. When Jane came around the corner of the passage Alex looked stunned. 

"What's wrong Alex? Do I look okay?"

"Yes, you look............ how can I say it............ quite uhm............ handsome." Alex said out of focus.

"Why thank you very much." Jane said with a smug smile on her face.

Jane led Alex to her car and held the passenger door open for Alex holding her hand out. She looked at Jane, took her hand in hers and just smiled as Jane helped her into the car.

"And you're a real gentleman to?" She said getting into the car. 

Jane ran around the front of the car very impressed with herself. 'Alex called me a gentleman, that's a good start.' Jane got into the car, started the engine and pulled away.

"So where are you taking me Jane?"

"I'm taking you to my favourite club just outside of town. It's not a very big place but it's very cosy. It's called the red lantern. Have you ever been there?"

"No I haven't been there before." Alex answered.

Jane parked the car right outside the door and got out. She ran around the car, opened the door for Alex and extended her hand. Alex extended her hand out to Jane's and got out of the car. 

Alex hooked her arm into Jane's then they went inside the club. They had a few drinks and danced most of the time away. The music was very loud. The coloured lights highlighted every move Alex made around. She danced very sexy; Jane couldn't keep her eyes off of Alex. 

After a few songs, they took a break and found a seat. Jane excused herself and went to the ladies room. When she got back some drunken guy was standing there trying to get Alex to dance with him. Alex didn't look very interested so Jane stepped in. When Alex saw Jane walking up to them Jane winked at her. 

Jane stood next to Alex, bent down and kissed her on the lips.

"Are you ready to go Baby?" Jane asked her staring at the drunken fool.

"Yes I'm ready to go Honey." Alex said playing along with Jane.

He was so shocked they thought he sobered up at that very moment. 

"Hey sorry dude, I thought this pretty lady was here alone."

"Yeah, no harm done pall." He turned around and went to the bar. 

Jane sat down next to Alex. She was a little shaken up.

"Are you okay Alex?"

"Yes I'm okay, thank you for the quick save."

"Oh, it was nothing." Jane turned around and motioned at the barman for two drinks. At that moment Jane saw that same guy standing with his friends, they were all laughing at him. He didn't look very happy with what just happened.

"Oh that makes me so mad. Some men can be so inconsiderate."

"Don't worry about it Jane, their just being men."

The barman brought them their drinks and smiled. 

"You ladies be careful now, these men can get very rowdy when their drunk." He said as Jane paid for the drinks.

"Thanks for the advice man, I can take care of us both; did you see the whole thing?" Jane asked him.

"Yes I did." He smiled again and walked away.

Alex and Jane finished their drinks and left the club. As they came out the door Jane noticed that same guy was following them outside.

"Alex can you please get into the car quickly, take the keys and lock yourself inside? I sense a little trouble coming up."

"Okay, will you be alright?"

"Yes I'll be alright. Now go."

Alex did as Jane asked. The man came stumbling out the door with his two friends following him. His friends were shouting at him. 

"Come on Samuel leave those ladies alone!"

He didn't even say a word; he just started swinging punches at Jane, but missed every time.

"Hey come on man. I don't want any trouble." Jane said trying to calm the man down.

He through another punch but Jane caught his fist with her one hand in mid-air inches away from her face. He swung his other fist at Jane and caught that one as well.

Jane knocked him in the face with her forehead, kicked him in the groin and left him. He dropped to his knees onto the ground. 

His two friends picked him up. Jane stood ready to use her martial arts on another attack. 

"Hey we're so very sorry lady. We didn't mean for any trouble." The one guy said to me.

"Samuel, how are we going to explain that broken nose to your wife?" They said as they took their friend and shoved him into a car and drove off.

Alex came running to Jane from the car grabbing her face into her hands.

"Are you okay Jane?" She asked checking every inch of Jane.

"Yes I'm okay; he didn't even touch me once. Let's go home, shall we Baby?"  

"Yes let's go home Honey."

They both joked as they got into the car. Jane was as calm outside the club as she was telling the guy off inside the club. 

"You didn't tell me that you knew martial arts? That was really brave what you did back there."

"Oh, I rarely use my knowledge of martial arts. I actually forget sometimes that I know how to fight. I learned it during my days in University for protection. The boys didn't like me much because I usually stole their girls. I was targeted around every corner."

"You stole their girls? Are you a ............"

"A lesbian?" Jane finished the sentence for her. 

"Yes I am." Jane saw a faint smile on her face.

They arrived home; Jane parked the car and opened the door for her and extended her hand. She extended her hand and got out of the car. Jane led Alex to Jane's front door.

"Would you like to come in for some coffee?" 

"Maybe some other time it has been a long and interesting day. But you can walk me home if you would like to?"

"Sure, I can do that." 

Jane walked with her all the way to her front door. Jane was looking around the beach while she was opening her door.

"Thank you for going out with me; I had a lot of fun tonight."

"It is I who should be thanking you; I had a lot of fun as well."

They stood in front of her door in silence for a few seconds, and then Alex leaned forward and kissed Jane on the cheek.

"Good night Jane."

"Good night Alex."

Alex went inside and closed her door. Jane stood there for a while then turned around and headed home jumping around like she just hit the jackpot.




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Alex watched Jane through her window because Jane heard her giggle. Jane stopped turned her head back at Alex's door then rushed home. 

When Jane got home she took a shower then climbed into bed. She couldn't sleep because she was thinking about Alex the whole night.

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Alex stood with her back against her door smiling wide. She took a shower and got into bed. She couldn't sleep, thinking about Jane jumping for joy after she kissed her on the cheek and how brave she was at the club. Oh, and the kiss Jane planted on her lips in the club putting that guy totally off.





CHAPTER TWO

They went on a few dates since that day. They would meet in the park, have coffee at Jane's shop then they would go out. It's been almost a month since they met and Jane thinks that she is in love with Alex. They were walking along the street down to the beach; it was almost time for sunset. 

"Would you like to have dinner at my place tonight?" Jane asked Alex. 

"That would be lovely, thank you." She answered. 

They reached the beach and walked slowly, taking their time watching the sunset. Jane stopped for a moment and took off her shoes to feel the sand between her toes and the ocean water wash over her feet wave after wave. 

"So what work do you do Alex?" 

She thought about it for a while and answered; "I'm a healer."

"Like a doctor?" Jane asked her. 

"No, more like an herbalist. I make medicines with herbs and sell it to people. Maybe you've heard of me? 'Alexandra the Great'"

"You're Alexandra, the white witch?"

"Yes I am. Do you have anything against that?"

"No not at all, I'm actually very interested in white magic myself."

With a sigh of relief Alex looked at her and stood still. Jane stopped and turned around to face her. As she turned around Alex stepped closer to her. They were facing each other now. Jane stepped forward a little more and took Alex's hand in her own. Jane bit her lip as she looked into Alex's brown eyes. 

They both leaned in to kiss each other. Alex closed her eyes as their lips pressed together. Jane got so lost in the kiss herself closing my eyes. Alex's mouth opened slightly as Jane pressed her tongue forward into her mouth. 

Jane put her hands on Alex's hips and pulled her in closer to her. Alex through her arms around Jane's neck and their tongues seemed to dance in harmony. 

They broke the kiss and looked deeply into each other's eyes. They both seemed to know what the other one was thinking or going to say. They walked hand in hand passed Alex's place straight to Jane's. As they reached her 'make-shift gate' in her rock wall, Jane held the gate open for her. Alex smiled and entered. Jane closed the gate behind her and watched Alex taking in the paradise. 

Jane has a small modern house with a beautiful garden outside and a hand built braai area underneath a lapa with a bar and a few garden couches. The garden was spaced around the lapa with small plants and tall palm trees growing over the lapa, providing much needed shade from the hot summer sun. 

There was a garage on the side of the house with her car standing in front of it. Jane didn't use the car much. She usually walked to where she wanted to go. 

"You have a very beautiful home." Alex said as they walked ip the path lain from the gate to the house. 

"Thank you, I did it all myself." Jane opened the glass sliding door leading to the lounge. 

"Please come in and make yourself comfortable. I just want to change quickly then I'll start preparing dinner." 

Alex just nodded and sat down on the couch as Jane turned around walking down a short passage to her room.

Alex sat on the couch admiring the decor of the lounge. She stood up and walked around. She found the kitchen and noticed the tile floors with the ok cupboards and a work table with a granite table top in the middle of the kitchen. To the right she walked through a door and saw an office. 

Nothing fancy, just an office table with a laptop and printer on it with a high back chair in front of it. Against the wall next to the table were shelves full of books about magic and witches. 

She turned around and saw Jane standing in the door wearing boxers and a sports bra with no shoes on her feet. 

Alex stood there for a while admiring her well-toned body. Jane had short brownish hair that was always gelled into spikes. 

"I hope I haven't stepped over any boundaries?"

"No it's okay; I don't have anything to hide."

"Would you like something to drink from the bar outside? I've got a lot of dry red wine, brandy, whiskey and tequila."

"Yes please. Maybe some wine?"

"Follow me?" She followed Jane through the kitchen to the lounge and from there to the bar outside. 

"Please have a seat, while I poor us a drink and get the fire going?"

"I see you have a lot of books in your office on magic and witches?"

"Yes it's kind of a hobby really. I like what white witches do to help people. It's very noble."

"I think so to. I especially love doing spells." 

"Really, what kind of spells do you perform?"

"I perform love spells and protection spells."

"Then of course there are the medicines as well?" 

"Yes and I got quite good at what I do. It all works; I haven't had any complaints from any of my customers, so far."

"That's good." Jane got the fire going great. She grabbed their drinks on the bar counter and sat next to Alex on the couch passing her drink to her. 

Jane took a long sip of her wine and set the glass on the table in front of them. Alex did the same and moved in closer to Jane. Jane put her arm around Alex's shoulders then Alex rested her head on Jane's shoulder and put her one hand on Jane's leg.

They sat like that for a long time, just talking about themselves, their families and how they got to be where they are in life at the moment. Jane stood up, took some meat out of the bar fridge under the bar and put it on the braai. 

Alex poured them another drink and stood next to Jane in front of the fire. 

Jane told Alex about her family being butchered by an evil witch when they went camping in the woods by the river. 

"To be totally honest with you Alex, I hunt down evil witches and kill them before they can do more harm. That's why I have books on magic and witches. I use white magic to track the dark witches down."

Alex looked at Jane with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry about your family Jane. Have you found the witch that killed your family?"

"No I haven't found her yet and don't be sorry. It's not your fault."

"Still I feel kind of responsible for what happened. Do you know what the witches name is?" 

"Yes I do know her name. It's Brumilda. Everyone in that region was afraid of going to the woods because of her. When I went to hunt her down, she was long gone. The local police chased her away before I got there. The only thing bugging me till this day is that they only found my parents bodies and that of my younger brother Josh. They never found my older brother Graeme's body."

Alex stared into the fire. Jane could see she wanted to say something but was very hesitant. 

"The meat looks ready. Are you hungry?"

"Yes I am famished." 

Jane took the meat off the braai and put it on top of the bar counter on a plate. Jane then walked around the bar and took the salads out of the fridge she made the day before. Alex went to get some plates in the kitchen and set it on the bar counter. She dished up the meat and Jane dished up the salads. 

After dinner they sat in the lounge talking and laughing at Jane's lame jokes and dry sense of humour. As they sat there Jane suddenly had this urge to grab Alex and kiss her. 

Jane could feel a tingly sensation in her stomach as Alex was biting her lower lip. Jane knew what she was thinking about at that moment because she was thinking about the same thing. 

Jane sat there staring into Alex's eyes and then looking at Alex's lips while she was biting her own lower lip. 

"Have you ever slept with a woman before Alex?" Jane asked Alex with a bold look on her face.

"No I haven't, I haven't ever been with anyone yet."

Jane looked at her shocked. 'Such a beautiful catch and she is still a virgin.' 

At that moment Alex grabbed Jane around her neck, pulled her down on top of herself and kissed Jane with hunger for lust but still soft and sensual. 

Jane supported herself with one hand on the arm rest of the couch and the other one on the seat next to Alex's side. She had Jane in a perfect position on top of her with Jane's one leg between her legs and the other leg next to her right leg. 

Alex started to feel around Jane's body as if not knowing where to put her hands. So she took Jane's left hand in her right and put it on her breast, then grabbed Jane's ass tightly with both her hands. 

She moaned in Jane's mouth as Jane caressed Alex's breast with her hand. Alex started straddling her hips up and down caressing Jane's right leg with her mound. Jane stopped kissing her and saw ecstasy in her eyes with a whimsical smile on her beautiful face. 

Jane picked her up and carried Alex to her room. Jane softly put Alex down on her bed and put the bedside lamp on. Alex sat up and started undoing her dress but couldn't reach some of the buttons. She was wearing the same kind of summer dress she wore when they had first met in the park. 

"Can you please help me undo these buttons?" Then she turned her back toward Jane so she could undo them.

As Jane undid her dress' buttons Jane asked her "Are you sure you want to do this Alex?"

Alex just turned around, looked at Jane and let her dress slip off her shoulders down to her hips. 

"I guess that means yes then."

"Make love to me Jane." 

Alex laid flat on her back lifting her hips off the bed to let Jane slip her dress off around her legs. Jane sat there admiring her white lace bra with matching G-string. It barely covered anything. 

Jane got up onto her knees over Alex then slipped her left leg in between both Alex's legs. Jane then supported herself with her right arm on the bed next to Alex. 

Jane ran her fingers softly and slowly down Alex's body from her neck, in between her boobs, over her belly button and down to her mound making goose bumps pop up everywhere. 

Jane leaned in over Alex kissed her softly on her lips, then down to her neck and finally down to her breasts. Jane removed Alex's bra slowly and flicked both nipples with her tongue then suckled the left nipple into her mouth while pinching the other with her fingertips. 

Alex let a soft moan slip out while looking down at Jane and biting her lower lip. Alex caressed Jane's leg with her mound again. They were dry humping, slowly and very sensual. Jane moved her mouth to the right neglected nipple and started suckling on that one pinching the other one now. Alex let out another moan this time a bit louder. 

Jane moved her body over Alex's in such a way to make both their mounds touch. Alex and Jane started moving together making their clits rub against each other. Then finally they both arched their backs and let out a long and loud sigh of relief. 

Jane knew it was Alex's first time experiencing love making. She took it slow and wrapped her left arm around Alex's right leg bring it up giving Jane more room making both their next orgasms more powerful as the one before. 

As they were coming down from cloud nine Jane spread her legs over the sides of Alex's body just sitting their staring at the woman underneath her.

Alex looked at Jane and pulled her face in for a long and tender kiss. They just spent the night holding each other until the morning wrapped in a love embrace. 

Jane spent the whole night watching Jane as she slept and fell asleep in the early morning hours still dark outside.

Alex woke up with the sun shining onto her face from the beaches side. She turned to her left side and saw the most amazingly handsome and sexy Jane next to her. She laid there admiring the sleeping beauties face.

"I can always feel when someone is watching me." Jane said opening her green eyes staring right into the most beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen. 

Alex just leaned in planting a morning kiss on Jane's lips.

That night Alex and Jane met back at Jane's house again. They watched movies after dinner in the lounge. Alex looked into Jane's eyes and asked her the weirdest question. 

She pulled herself up over Jane and whispered in her ear; "I want you take my virginity?"

She was wearing a short skirt with a tank top. Jane as usual was wearing her sports bra and boxers. 

Jane looked at her in surprise and smiled lightly. Jane stood up carrying Alex in her strong arms, led her to the room and set her down on the bed. 

"You look so handsome in those boxers." She said to Jane. "What are you doing?" Alex asked Jane sitting up on the bed. 

"I'm going to get one of my toys that I think you would love."

Jane stood in front of her chest of drawers and opened one drawer. She took out her strap-on and one of her small attachments. It's a small five inch dildo that looked like a real penis. Jane took off her boxers and strapped on the strap-on making sure the little nub at the back was against her clit then attached the dildo. 

As Jane turned around she heard a soft giggle. She looked up at Alex and noticed that she already removed all her clothes, ready as can be. 

"You look very eager to try all of this."

"Hhhmmmm. I wanted you since I saw you that first morning swimming."

"Ha ha ha ha. Wow and I wanted you since I saw you standing under the tree that morning in the park watching me."

They both stared at each other and at the same time said;

"Sounds like love at first sight."

They both just smiled as Jane walked toward the bed. She got onto the bed then Alex lay down onto her back and opened her legs. Jane bent over to the bedside table, opened the drawer and removed the lubricant. 

"What's that?" Alex asked Jane as she was putting some on the dildo. 

"It's lubricant, it's to prevent me from hurting you."

"Okay, good."

Jane stood on her knees between Alex's legs, watching her face and eyes. She leaned over Alex, put the dildo at her wet entrance and looked up at her eyes again. 

"What's wrong Jane? You look worried."

"I never had a woman asking me to do something like this before. This would be the first time that I attempt to take someone's virginity."

"Don't be so worried. I asked you because I............" Alex fell silent for a bit. 

"Because you?" I asked her.

"Because I love you and I think I finally found my soul mate and I trust you." Alex said looking at Jane surprised at her own words.

Jane looked at her in shock. "I love you too. I believe that I too have found my soul mate."

Jane leaned in to kiss her, this time their kiss was more forceful and more urgent. There was more love in this kiss than all the others they had shared before. Jane got back onto her knees and slowly pressed the dildo into Alex's entrance, constantly watching her face for any discomfort. A slight moan escaped from Alex's mouth. Jane stopped and looked up at her again. 

"Are you alright Alex?" Jane asked with concern in her eyes.

"I'm fine." Alex said trying to look brave. "It just feels a bit uncomfortable."

"It will feel that way at first, just relax and let me do all the work."

"Hhhmmm, okay, I'll try." Was the only response Jane got from Alex. 

Jane could feel her relax again, so she continued to push the dildo in further. 

Alex was so wet already, the rest of the dildo just slipped in. Jane could feel the base of the strap-on against Alex's skin. She looked up at Alex and saw no discomfort on her face. She was looking at Jane with pleasure filled eyes. Jane lay on top of her and started moving her hips back and forth while kissing her. 

She moaned in Jane's mouth as she started moving her hips to match Jane's movements. They moved together slowly at first then a little faster. 

Alex moaned louder and Jane could feel the pleasure rising in her own body as the little nub at the back of the strap-on rubbed against her clit. 

Our orgasms grew closer, she tried to hold on waiting for Alex to catch up then finally Alex arched her back after soft moans from both of them. Jane slowed down her rhythm. Going slowly again waiting for this orgasm to subside; then sped up her rhythm again wrapping both her arms around Alex's legs. Alex grabbed at the sheets beside her body gripping in ecstasy. 

Jane went faster and Alex matched her movements. They seemed to be in sync with each other. They felt right for each other. 

"Oh my God Jane." Alex whispered softly then repeated the words several times getting louder each time.

Jane felt her own orgasm rush to the surface. Alex's motions just stirring her feelings even more. They looked into each other's eyes as they reached the peak of satisfaction dropping beside each other as the waves of pleasure subsided. Alex then cuddled with Jane the rest of the night with her left arm and leg draped over Jane's body. 

Jane looked into her eyes and they embraced into one deep kiss. Their tongues danced and explored each other's mouths. Alex looked up at Jane deep into each other's eyes wondering what she might have done in life to deserve a partner like Jane. Never in her whole life had she thought of being a lesbian. 

Jane was thinking that she finally met her match in life.

"Would you like to go take a shower while I put clean bedding on the bed?"

"I will love that very much." Alex said as she stood up from the bed. She went to the bathroom across Jane's room and got into the shower. Jane stood up and removed the strap-on and put her boxers on. 

Jane changed the bedding and put the dirty bedding in the wash before the stains start to settle. She went to the bathroom and knocked on the door. Jane could hear crying so she entered the bathroom and found Alex sitting on the floor of the shower sobbing her heart out. She ran to her and folded her arms around Alex.

"Baby what's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Alex looked up at Jane with a sad face.

"Oh it's not that, I just......... I have to tell you......... I don't know if the feelings you have for me will change if I tell you."

"Tell me what Baby?" Jane sat down next to Alex, looking at her attentively, the shower water washing over them both. 

"It's about Brumilda. She is my grandmother's sister."

Jane sat there speechless, thinking of what to say. Alex looked at her with wonder on her face. 

Jane looked at her and said; "Baby that won't change a thing. I can't hold you accountable for what someone else has done." 

Alex through her arms around Jane and kissed her face all over. They got up, Alex stripped Jane from her boxer dragged her into the steaming shower and washed each other off. After the hot shower they went to bed. They lay the whole night there holding each other tightly. 

CHAPTER THREE

Alex told Jane everything about her family. Her mother died when she and her twin brother were nine and they were ten when their father died. Their mother's best friend, The Grand White Witch, adopted them. 

Brumilda lost everything to her own sister, man included. She tried ever since, plotting her revenge on her own family. Magic ran in her family through the generations. Only one turned to black magic and used it against them. 

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It's been six months now and it's going very well between Alex and Jane. Alex moved in with Jane and uses her home as a shop for her herb medicines. Alex also helps Jane in the coffee shop on busy days. 

Tonight is a special night. Its Alex's birthday and Jane's going to ask Alex to marry her. She has an appointment with someone at her shop today, so while she is busy there Jane's going to pick up the ring she chose at the jewellers and get the cake she ordered at the bakery. 




The Attached



Jane closed up shop and they went their separate ways. After Jane picked up the ring and cake, she went straight home to get everything ready. Walking along the beach Jane could feel someone watching her. She stopped and looked around. There was no-one anywhere on the beach. 

Still she had that nagging feeling that someone somewhere was watching her. The light house caught her attention. Jane could have sworn that she saw someone standing by the light. She watched the light house as she walked past slowly.

Jane passed Alex's shop without Alex noticing her. She looked fine. She was busy talking to someone who Jane could not see. Jane got home and prepared dinner at candle light. 

Jane set the dinner table for two with vanilla scented candles and red roses that were Alex's favourite. She put the cake in the fridge and put the ring in its box in her office. It was almost time for Alex to finish with her customer. 

She left the house and went to fetch Alex at her shop. It was quiet. It was a little too quiet. 

"Alex?" Jane called. There was no answer so she looked around and found a note on Alex's work table with Jane's name on it. She opened it and read it.

"My dearest Jane. I went to the docks to cast a protection spell. Come find me there. Lots of love. Alex."

Jane locked up Alex's shop and headed to the docks. Walking up the beach she had that same nagging feeling again. Someone was watching her. She started wondering why and who. Through the years she has made a lot of enemies through her hunting for witches. It could be anyone watching her. If anyone was watching her, what is this person waiting for?

She finally reached the docks where she found Alex standing on the tip waving her arms around casting a spell. Jane stood behind her, watching silently not to disturb the spell. 

After Alex finished she turned around and ran straight into Jane's arms kissing her face all over. On the way home they talked about spells and potions. Alex was teaching Jane everything she knows. Half way home Alex stopped and looked around, Jane stopped as well watching her. Alex looked at Jane and walked on.

As they reached home Alex through her arms around Jane and kissed her. Jane picked her up and carried her into the house to the dining room table where she set Alex down onto her feet. 

"Wait here I've got a surprise for you."

Jane came out the kitchen with two plates of food in her hands, a plate with a cake on it and a bulge in her shirt pocket. Jane set the plates of food and cake down on the table lit the candles then grabbed Alex around the hips and kissed her.

"Happy twentieth birthday my Baby." Jane dropped to one knee removed the bulge from her shirt pocket and opened a little black box with a ring in it. 

"Will you marry me?" Jane stood there on one knee praying for a yes.

Alex covered her cheeks with her hands and literally started jumping for joy. She took Jane by the face pulled her to her feet and in for kiss. 

"Yes of course I will marry you Honey." She held her left hand out and Jane put the ring on her finger. 

"You just made me the happiest woman on earth." Jane put her hands on Alex's face, kissed her softly on the lips, pulled her in for a hug, picked her up and swung her around in her arms.

"This is the best birthday ever and I got the best gift of all. I got you Honey." She kept her arms around Jane's neck as Jane set her down. Alex then put her arms around Jane's waist resting her hands onto Jane's ass cheeks squeezing them. 

Jane let a giggle slip out and they both started laughing. They sat down for dinner talking about the day they met. After dinner they went to the room and made the sweetest love ever.

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A week later Alex surprised Jane with a candle light dinner on her twenty fifth birthday. She was trying to be so romantic but Jane could see that something was up.

"What's wrong Baby?" Jane asked with concern in her eyes.

"The last few weeks I've been feeling as if someone is watching me." Alex explained.

"I noticed the same thing. Someone is watching both of us."

"I think I know who it might be." Alex said as she took a bite of her dinner.

Jane looked up at Alex with a lot of concern in her eyes. The last week they have been finding little threats on the doorstep after they come home from work. Its things like candle wax voodoo dolls that look like Alex and Jane, or a poor dead animal. 

"I think I know to, which is why I called in for a little help. Brumilda is the only dark witch left and I think she wants to finish me off before I take her out. I called The Grand White Witch yesterday and explained what I have been doing and I told her about the two of us."

"You spoke to The Grand White Witch? What did she say?"

"Yes I did. She said that she will see us tomorrow. She is flying in from Johannesburg tonight. She has something really important to talk to us about."

"The Grand White Witch was my mentor and like a mother to me. I haven't spoken to her since I graduated and set out to spread my wings."

"I know Baby. I believe that she is the only one who can help us with this." 

They both finished their dinner and cake then sat on the couch in the lounge watching movies with a glass of wine each. 

They both fell asleep on the couch holding each other closer as ever before. 

The following morning Jane woke up to the smell of breakfast and coffee under her nose. She sat up to find Alex watching her sleeping. 

"You do know that I can feel when someone is watching me, don't you Baby? But then again when it's only you watching me with those big beautiful brown eyes, I don't mind at all."

"Yes I know Honey. I couldn't sleep with all this worrying. By the way; you talk in your sleep when there's something bugging you."

"Ha ha ha. I know I do, which is how I know that I can never hide anything from you Baby. What time is it?" 

"It's eight o'clock." Alex said handing Jane some coffee. 

"Oh my Gosh, I'm late. I was supposed to pick The Grand White Witch at the airport."

"Relax Honey. I picked her up already. She is in the dining room waiting for us."

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You looked so peaceful this morning; I didn't want to disturb you."

Jane finished her breakfast and went through to the dining room just to find The Grand White Witch and Alex making wedding plans. Jane just smiled at the big grin on Alex's face when she saw her walk through the door.

When The Grand White Witch saw Jane she stood up and stuck out her hand and so did Jane in greeting. 

"It's so nice to finally meet you in person Ma'am." Jane said as she pulled her in for a hug.

"It's nice to meet you to and please call me Michelle or Ma. My professional name is way to long for family to use."

'Did she just call me family? I could see that she and Alex loved each other like mother and daughter.' Jane thought to herself missing her own mother.

"Alex has explained to me what was going on and I believe that I can help you with your situation. I performed my strongest protection spell on both of you, your home and both of your shops this morning; The Grand Light Protection Spell.

Taking a sip of her ice cold coffee she continued; "I don't know one creature that can crack my spells. I also did an evil location spell on the beach this morning while Alex was making you breakfast."

Jane sat down next to Alex and listened attentively to what Michelle had to say. Alex put her hand on Jane's leg and Jane put hers on Alex's hand as they looked at each other and back at Michelle. 

"What do you know about that light house up the hill?" Michelle asked as she sat down.

"I only know that it was built in the late eighteen hundreds and since the fire broke out there in the nineteen hundreds they haven't used it. They say it's haunted." Jane answered.

Michelle looked at both Alex and Jane for a moment then looked down at the table. 

"My evil location spell keeps leading me there, to the light house. This spell can also tell me what kind of evil it is."

Alex and Jane sat there looking at each other with a lot of concern. Jane felt her heart begin to race. 

"It's a witch that has been watching you two beauties." Michelle said with much despair.

"Do you think its Brumilda watching us Ma?" Alex asked.

"I can't be sure exactly. She has been training new dark witches according to my contacts all over this country. It can be any witch but it's definitely an evil power I sensed and a strong one to." 

Michelle looked very concerned for the two of us. 

"Alex says that she has been teaching you the ways of the white witch Jane?"

"Yes she has, and I'm getting quite good at what she taught me. But I feel it might not be enough to stop this evil."

Jane said as she looked at Alex and kissed her on the cheek. 

Michelle looked at us with a huge smile and nodded. 

"You're right at that. I'm going to have to teach you two the ways of The Grand Witch. Now you both have to know, the power I'm going to bestow upon you is very powerful and cannot be used at all unless you really have to. It can take over your body and change you forever. There is no turning back after that. Do you both understand?"

Alex looked at Michelle and then at Jane. They looked into each other's eyes for a long moment then looked at Michelle.

"We are ready Ma." They both answered at the same time.

"I believe that you are. We'll start training tomorrow; Monday. Right now I had a long night's flight and I'm tiered. Tell me a bit more about how you two met? I haven't seen Alex for a long time." Michelle asked with a big grin.

They sat there whole morning talking and laughing. Jane started wondering what life would be like if her parents and brothers were still alive. They all would have loved Alex. 

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They spent the next few days training Ma's ways. Their powers got stronger and faster. Jane could feel everything around her, as if everything around her was breathing and living. 

Jane could sense both good and evil all around them, everywhere they went. By Sunday Alex and Jane were just as strong as Ma was. 

"You two are ready, but there is one more thing to do. The two of you have to be attached. That way you can feel what the other feels, you will become as one person, stronger together than any other witch standing alone." Michelle said to Jane as they were standing under the moonlight in front of their home.

Alex and Michelle arranged everything the day before. They were getting married tonight. Michelle was a marital priestess for The Church of Light and Peace. As soon as Alex and Jane say their 'I do's' they will be officially married and according to Ma one person. Alex was inside the house getting ready. 

Ma was standing under the marital arch wearing her priestess robe with her bible and the rings in her hands. 

Jane was standing next to her in a white female cut suite with a matching hat on her head and white shoes. 

They have a lot of guests seated and waiting. Jane didn't have any family anymore, so all the guests were Alex's friends and family. More than half were witches and warlocks. The rest chose life without magic. 

They all have normal jobs like any other person and only used their magic when needed. As those were the rules of their church; The Church of Light and Peace. 

The Orchestra started playing as Alex came walking out of the house. She was walking down the stone path under the moonlight in a white traditional wedding dress, with little white flowers woven in her hair and a veil over her face. She looked so beautiful Jane couldn't take her eyes off of her. Jane's heart was racing and skipping beats.

As Alex was walking down the path she was trying to calm herself down. She never thought this day would ever come until she met Jane. Jane looks so handsome in her white suite. The way she looked at Alex made her heart race and skip beats making it feel like fireworks going off in her chest. 

Alex was walking down the path with her twin brother; Max, he was giving her away. 

As Max unhooked Alex's arm from his he looked at Jane and calmly said; "Look after my sister Jane, she is very precious to me."

"I will take very good care of her Max, I promise." Alex hooked her arm into Jane's then they turned to face Michelle.

Michelle opened her bible and started with the ceremony.

"I don't think there would be anyone here to object to Alex and Jane getting married so I will just start with the ceremony. Whenever there's a union between two witches they become as one person. They unite their souls under the power of God and the light." 

"Do you Jane take Alex to be your lawful wife, to love, to care for and to treasure for the rest of your life?"

"I do." Jane said taking a deep breath.

"Do you Alex take Jane to be your lawful wife, to love, to care for and to treasure for the rest of your life?"

"I do." Alex said after wiping a tear off her face. 

Michelle turned around to face the moon. It was a full moon, the only way to attach Alex and Jane's astral bodies, their souls as one. 

Michelle raised her arms toward the sky.

"By law of the witches I unite the astral bodies of Alex and Jane as one under the full moon that serves as light and under God that serves as peace."

A wind of light began twirling around Alex and Jane. They started lifting off of the ground into the air. They could see their astral bodies in front of them uniting as one then splitting into two and returning to their bodies. Their feet returned to the ground then the light disappeared into thin air.

Michelle turned around and faced them again, she held out her hand so they could take the rings from her. 

Jane took the ring with the small diamond in it and put it on Alex's left hand ring finger. Alex took the other ring and put it on Jane's left hand ring finger. 

"I now pronounce Jane and Alex married and attached. You may now kiss your wife." Michelle bowed her head to both of them.

Jane lifted the veil over Alex's head. Alex through her arms around Jane's neck and Jane put her arms around Alex's waist. They then shared a kiss so deep and loving. Jane could feel everything Alex felt at that very moment. Jane guessed Alex could feel what she was feeling to because Alex pulled her in even tighter. They broke their kiss as all their guests started cheering.

Michelle embraced them both and kissed them each on the cheek.

"How do you feel?" She asked breaking the hug.

Jane started first. "This feels amazing. I never thought that Alex felt so strongly about me. I now understand why she fell in love with me."

Alex smiled and blushed at the same time. "I know how you fell in love with me to."

"Yes you looked so beautiful when I first saw you."

Alex pulled Jane in for a hug and Jane kissed her forehead. Michelle just stood there watching them.

"So does this mean I can call you Ma now Michelle?" Jane asked her holding Alex even closer to her.

She looked at Alex and Jane, smiled and said; "I wouldn't have it any other way. Alex is like my own daughter and that makes you my own as well." 

Michelle hugged them both again then all three of them walked up the path to go celebrate with the guests that started the party without them. 

"Jane you are now part of our family and you and Alex are now Grand Witches. Use the power wisely. If ever you need anything, just contact me."

"I will do that Ma." Alex went to mingle with the guests, which left Jane alone with Michelle. 

"Ma, I love Alex so much. I don't know what I'll do if anything were to happen to her."

"My child, Jane, Alex is a strong woman and I taught her well. Now that the two of you are attached nothing can happen to her. She won't die if anyone did anything to her. You would know immediately then your astral body will transport you there at that very moment. Your astral bodies are connected by telepathy. The only way one of you can die is of natural causes. Like her and Max's parents died."

Michelle put her arm around Jane and started introducing everyone to Jane. Jane has a big family now. She felt like she was truly part of them. Jane spent a long time alone since her family was butchered by that hag of a woman, Brumilda.

















CHAPTER FOUR

It was time for Alex and Jane to dance their solo. The orchestra played their favourite song. It was a waltz by Klipwerf. As they started dancing everyone around them seemed to disappear. It felt like they were alone. Their eyes were locked to each other the whole dance through. Jane never felt so much in love as she did with Alex. For the second time in her life she was happy again. 

Alex smiled because she could feel what Jane was feeling at that very moment. 

"Honey if you're happy I'm happy. You make me feel so alive." She said as they danced.

As their song ended they sealed their love with a kiss. Their tongues danced and explored. Max came to stand next to them.

"I know the two of you are in love but please get a room?"

Everyone just burst out laughing, so did Alex and Jane. 

"Let's get this party going." Max shouted at the orchestra over the laughter of the crowd. 

The orchestra started playing music and everyone started dancing and catching up on lost time. Some of the younger women were in the kitchen making salads for everyone. 

The younger men took over Jane's bar and braai, serving drinks and barbequing the meat. Ma was keeping all the children busy with toys and movies in the lounge. She adored kids; she could spend the whole day with them if she could. 

Alex and Jane disappeared down to the beach for a swim under the moonlight. They were totally alone on the beach. They changed into more comfortable clothing after their dance. They were both wearing shorts and t-shirts with their bathing suites underneath. 

They undressed and through their cloths on the sand. Jane chased Alex into the waves and caught her; they both fell into the salty water giggling like school girls. 

Alex started tickling Jane, she knew that it was the only way she could pin Jane down. Alex sat on top of Jane holding her hands pinned down over her head with her legs spread over the sides of Jane's waist. 

Alex looked deeply into Jane's eyes and leaned forward to kiss her. She released Jane's hands, traced her hands along Jane's arms down to her chest and started kneading her breasts. Jane brought her arms up around Alex's waist with her hands landing on Alex's ass. The salty waves were washing around them one after the other. 

"Make love to me under the moonlight?" Alex asked Jane between kisses. She had Jane so rowdy at that moment she couldn't say no. 

Jane started by undoing the strings of Alex's bikini top behind her back and tossed the top over their heads. Alex started rubbing her mound over Jane's own. It was dark where they were so no-one could see them. Their tongues were intertwined, dancing in their mouths. 

Jane flipped Alex over onto her back with Jane on top of her, not breaking the kiss even once. Jane kissed and suckled her way down Alex's jaw line, down her neck to her breasts. She suckled on each nipple for a few seconds then kissed her way down Alex's stomach to her hip bones. 

Jane held Alex's waist with her hands moving ever closer to her core. She then used her hands to remove Alex's bikini bottom off over her legs. 

Jane sat on her knees over Alex's legs admiring the way the moonlight and water made her skin glisten. Alex looked down at Jane with sparkles in her eyes. 

Jane kneeled down holding Alex's hips firmly with her hands. She kissed her inner thighs, and then suckled on her outer lips. Alex was clean shaven which made it much more fun for Jane. Her clit stood outward ready for Jane's tongue to play with. 




The Attack



The attack started as soon as she entered the flat.

Just as Dani heard the door close, he grabbed her hair and shoved her forward. She stumbled in her high heels and tried to turn around, but another hand on her arm roughly kept her moving forward. Passing the kitchen area, her head was pushed down, dragging her face along the stainless steel tabletop and sending odds and ends flying. Picking her up again, he moved her to the adjoining bed area and bent her over the headboard of the bed.

While her attacker's hand on her head kept her down, she could feel his free hand groping her from behind and it sent a flash of energy through her body. His fingers pressed into her every crevice through the panties under her dress and she couldn't help but cry out a little. His erection against her leg became unmistakable and she knew it would be in her soon. His hand moved up her ass, hooked into the waistband of her panties, and yanked down violently. She felt totally exposed, bent over and with her naked ass in the air. Just like he wanted her to be.

His hand was between her legs again, pressing against her, his fingers forcing their way inside her. Despite herself, she was wet and moved her hips against this new invasion. She gasped as his fingers kept violating her, the wood digging into her abdomen. He moved her head to the left as he lifted her right leg onto the headboard, half-splaying her out along its length. A cock slid into her, ramming her fiercely. She bounced against and on the headboard until the pain was too much and she cried out, "It hurts!"

The cock disappeared and she thought she heard a snort of impatience from behind her, but the finger that was suddenly jammed into her ass cut short other thoughts. Using the handful of hair and finger hooked in her ass, he pulled her off of the headboard and forced into the bathroom.

Pushing her to her knees by the tub, he bent her over the edge so that her hips rested on the ledge. The hand in her hair released for a moment, so Dani put her arms down to hold herself up as she felt water starting to rain down on her head and back. The finger left her ass only to have a cock shoved in her pussy again. The cold water ran down her face and soaked her dress as two hands grabbed her at her waist. He shoved his way into her again and again, pounding her against the side of the tub. She couldn't stifle her moans any longer and let them flow freely, but the water was too uncomfortable.

"Cold!" she cried and a hand temporarily left her side. The feeling of warm water across Dani's cold skin and a warm, stiff cock hammering away inside her sent her over the edge and she moaned loudly as she started coming. The moaning just made him more frenzied as he fucked her harder and harder, faster and faster driving his cock home. Her body trembled at the continued assault, her hand bracing against the wall, her tits bouncing, her pussy aching for more, the waves of orgasms washing over her body. Finally, he gasped and slowed to a few final thrusts as she felt his come shooting into her deeply.

The water stopped and the panting from both of them was the only sound as they both tried to recover from the exhausting experience. For him, that wasn't enough. His hand grabbed her hair again and pulled her toward him as she groaned, drained but unable to resist. Pushing her head down onto his crotch, his half-hard cock worked its way into her mouth. She tasted the mix of pussy juice and cum and savored it. Wanting more, she worked his dick with her mouth, licking all over, licking his balls for every stray taste.

Dani continued sucking as the cock hardened in her mouth. He began thrusting into her, causing her to gag. She moved off him, but the hand forced her back down, taking him deep. She rose again to gasp for air, but this time both hands grabbed her hair and held her head in place. The thrusting was shallower, but he didn't stop now, fucking her mouth, teasingly threatening to go deeper. A few tears ran onto her cheeks as the saliva flowed into her mouth and streamed down his cock, but the pumping just kept going, starting to go deeper again.

She reeled from the gagging that brought on and he stopped, seemingly irritated again. Holding her to the side, he rose and dragged her by her hair and arm to the bed again. Thrown onto the bed, Dani panted heavily, wondering what he would do to her next. She didn't have to wonder long as she felt rope loop around her wrists and tighten. Grabbing her by her hips, he pulled her back so that her arms were fully extended and she was on her knees with her ass in the air.

A fresh intrusion into her ass came, this time a butt plug instead of a finger. Grasping the taut rope, she braced herself against the hard cock that slid into her and she yelled. Her pussy was sore and yet she craved his cock all the more. Packed in two holes, she let his thrusts thump into her, sending shockwaves all the way to the tips of her outstretched arms. He hammered her fast, then slow, then fast again, then at angles and moving around, frenziedly trying to fuck her pussy everyway at once. She could feel his drool dripping onto her ass and smiled.

He was panting harder and harder now, pulling her into him as he pounded her. His cock pressed deep into her, trying to delve deeper. He suddenly slowed to long, deep thrusts as he gasped over and over, his hips quivering against her ass. A final few thrusts and a long moan signaled he had finally come in her again. She smiled again and relished the thought of his cum inside her. He collapsed beside her, panting heavily.

"Was that good enough for you?" Greg gasped as he lay on the bed glistening with sweat.

Dani turned towards him, grinned at him lovingly, and whispered, "I want more." 



The Attack of the Uni-Tits



Note: This story was inspired by Abstruse's delightful Ole Onebreast tale. Thanks Abstruse, for sharing your gifted writing ability with Literotica!

The darkness was just lifting as Tim Cooney woke from pleasurable dreams. He had just turned 18 yesterday, and as usual had a morning wood to die for. His fat prick stood out of his striped boxers like a spear, and in his groggy state looked enormous. Tim worked his balls out of the fly slit of his boxers as well and jacked off contentedly, thinking of his girlfriend Mary in nothing but a pair of turquoise crotchless panties. Christmas was only two weeks away, and Tim wondered if Mary would like the present he had chosen for her. They had only known each other for a few months and hadn't done anything sexual...yet! 

As Tim's hands flew over his agonizingly hard cock, he heard a rustling noise in the distance. At first he thought it was a car, but that was rare at this time of day in the remote part of town he lived in. As the bizarre sound became louder, Tim figured it was some kind of motorcycle. He jumped out of bed with his cock still poking out of his boxers. As he pulled up the blinds, he could see something on wheels careening toward him. At first it looked like an extremely homely fat woman, but as the creature whizzed by him, Tim's mouth dropped.

It was an enormous tit riding on a unicycle! After he recovered from his shock, Tim realized the breast had several friends. More boobs on bikes drove past until Tim had counted at least twelve. They were headed toward Spring Glen, a neighborhood where Tim's best friend Mitchell lived.

Tim raced to the phone. He was so excited he could barely speak.

"Mitchell, Mitchell, you won't believe what I just saw!"

"A skunk?" Mitchell squawked in a groggy tone.

"No, not a skunk silly, a tit, a huge tit...on a unicycle!"

"A tit on a WHAT?" Mitchell was incredulous.

"A unicycle!" Tim was jumping up and down at this point.

"You're still dreaming, go back to bed!"

"No, really, and they're headed toward Spring Glen."

"WHAT! OH MY GOD!" Mitchell all of a sudden sounded panicky.

"Don't worry, I'm going to take the back roads and outrun them. See you in a few minutes!"

"Oh-Okay." Mitchell turned off his cell phone with shaky hands, not really sure what to expect.

Tim grabbed his car keys and flew out the front door, still in his underpants. He quickly started the car and raced along the back roads at 70 miles an hour. In a matter of minutes, he screeched into Mitchell's driveway. His friend had been waiting in the carport, and looked terrified.

"Are t-t-t-hey d-d-d-angerous?" Mitchell poked his head out in the half-light of dawn as Tim ran over to him.

"I don't know...I never saw a tit on a unicycle before!"

"You've never seen a tit before, period!"

"Shut up Mitchell, neither have you!'

"Yes I have, the other day Sally Kennedy bent over and..."

Mitchell's reverie was interrupted by a whirring sound in the distance. 

"That's them...Here they come! Hit the deck!"

Tim jumped into the carport as the first Uni-Tit rounded the corner. The two high school seniors stood transfixed in their t-shirts and boxers as a dozen huge breasts barreled by, their nipples swaying in the breeze.

"Jesus!" Mitchell was awestruck. "What do they want?" 

"Sex, of course." Tim just grinned.

"In your dreams, kiddo," Mitchell punched his friend on the arm playfully. "Hey, let's pick up Mary and follow them. Looks like their headed toward Grigsby's Farm!" 

"But we're still in our underwear!" Tim didn't quite want Mary to see him in his boxers just yet. He had planned their first lovemaking session down to the last detail, and it would be like letting the cat out of the bag too soon!

"I'll get you some pants...we're the same size."

"Hurry, I don't want them to get too close to town, then we'll lose them!"

The two young men scrambled into some khakis and headed toward Grigsby's Farm, each wondering if the Uni-Tits became violent if provoked...

**********

Mrs. Charlotte Grigsby was an anachronism, a musty dusty museum piece. She had just turned 60, and weighed at least 400 pounds. Her breasts were like large melons, and sagged down dejectedly, as no bra on earth could hold them. Charlotte was outspoken and very coarse, and as a result the townspeople let her and her husband alone. Ben Grigsby was the typical Green Acres farmer stereotype, with bib overalls and a ribald sense of humor. He was as thin as Charlotte was large, and together they provoked mocking stares while the Laurel and Hardy of Mulberry township went about their daily chores. 

As she heard the cuckoo clock in the kitchen chiming seven times, Mrs. Grigsby finished feeding the chickens and pigs, then started making Ben some french toast and sausages. She was just about to serve him a hearty breakfast plate when she thought she heard a tractor in the distance. Looking out the large picture window, she saw the first Uni-Tit rounding a corner. Charlotte screamed so loudly, Ben jumped out of his seat. Two sausage links flew through the air hitting Max, the family cat square in the face. He jumped a good four feet, knocking the cuckoo clock off the wall. The damaged clock started cuckooing madly, as Charlotte jumped up and down, her tits flying back and forth like dangerous weapons.

"It's a ...It's a...Large Breast!'"

"A large Breast?" Ben managed a wry smile.

"Twelve of them!!"

"Twelve of them?" Ben's smile got a little wider.

"OH, NO, they're headed for the chicken coop!" Charlotte scrambled out the front door, but it was too late. The bevy of Uni-Tits banged into the chicken coop with such force the front door sprung open. Two dozen chickens spilled out like a fallen can of beans, clucking and crowing up a storm. The racket so disturbed the pigs they began to grunt and squeal in a complete panic.

"My chickens! My Pigs!" Charlotte was hysterical.

"My fucking breakfast!" Ben scowled at her from the doorway as rivers of syrup dribbled down his overalls. 

"I'll show them for scaring my chickens!" Charlotte picked up a large broom and headed toward a group of Uni-Tits who were still circling the chicken coop. She wasn't used to running so fast and slipped just as she was about to squash the nipple of a Uni-Tit with the stiff weapon. The proud Mrs. Grigsby went into a large pile of manure feet first with a distinctive plopping sound. The Uni-Tits wailed with laughter at the sight of the enormous woman dragged down by her own breasts into the smelly heap. 

"Help, help, I'm sinking!" Charlotte screamed.

"And I'm hungry!" Ben scowled, "Now, get in here woman, and make me some more french toast!"

"I'm stuck, I'm stuck!" Charlotte waved her hands madly in the air as she unsuccessfully tried to wiggle her way out of the smelly pile.

"Oh for Pete's sake!" Ben hurried over to his wife, but could not move her at all.

Charlotte tried to get up, then suddenly fell back, taking Ben with her. He fell into the manure along side his wife, letting out a stream of cuss words that silenced even the frantic chickens. 

"Motherfucking shittin' bitch!" Ben wailed as he sunk further and further into the fresh manure. The Uni-Tits let out another scream of laughter, then quickly rode away from the offending smell, delighting in the endless stream of moans and grunts from the completely trapped couple....

********

Tim and Mitchell arrived at Mary's house just as she was getting ready to go to the Annual Mulberry Sidewalk Christmas Sale and Parade. 

"Mary,Mary, you're not going to believe this, but there's twelve large breasts on unicycles headed toward town!!" Tim spoke so fast Mary looked at him like he was stark raving mad. 

"Twelve WHAT's on a WHAT?" Mary grinned incredulously at her goofy boyfriend, figuring this must be some sort of prank.

"Twelve breasts on unicycles!!" Tim reiterated. "Please, you've got to believe me!"

"Uh, sure, I believe you." Mary figured it was better not to argue the point.

"You do?" Tim beamed "Wow, you're cool!"

"Thanks!" Mary smiled "Are they armed?" 

"We don't know!" Mitchell chimed in..."That's why we're going to follow them."

"I have a pocket knife for protection!" Tim proudly took a three inch cub scout blade out of his pants and waved it in front of his two friends.

"That wouldn't stop a tit on a fly!" Mitchell giggled.

"Oh yeah, well what do you have that's so much better?" Tim looked at his best friend with daggers.

"Only this!" Mitchell took a small water pistol out of his pocket and aimed it at Tim in a mock gesture of authority.

"Oh, I'm scared." Tim cowered. "I'm really scared!"

"Guys, let's go!" Mary was dying to see what the large Uni-Tits looked like.

So, armed with two Very Dangerous Weapons, the trio quickly drove toward Elm St., Mulberry's main thoroughfare. Tim fingered his pocket knife in nervous anticipation, as Mitchell tried his water pistol out on a hapless little spider that was crawling up the rear view mirror...

******************

Elm Street was bustling with activity. The vendors were just finishing setting up their booths, as volunteers put the final touches on the parade floats. Three large elephant heads stood expectantly at the bottom of the hill, waiting for the Grand Marshall to arrange them on the main float he would be riding on.

Alan Landers, the main Sidewalk Sale coordinator, was just about to blow the whistle signifying the start of the festivities when he saw a large object on what appeared to be a bicycle coming down the hill. He squinted, hoping his initial premonition was wrong. As the first Uni-Tit loomed on the crest of the hill, Alan started gesturing wildly and screeched orders to the startled vendors.

"Get out of the way! It's the Aliens! It's the Aliens!"

The crowd screamed madly and scattered as quickly as possible, but it was too late. The first "Alien" Uni-Tit smashed into the row of booths, upsetting their contents onto the street. Baskets of gourds spilled over the sidewalk as a thousand Christmas ornaments careened madly into the escaping crowd. Soon, all twelve Uni-Tits scooted along the crowded tarpulin covered sidewalk as booth after booth was demolished by the oncoming unicycles. A large group of potted Poinsettias whirled madly into the crowd as porcelain nativity figures were hurled huge distances, crashing onto the pavement as people screamed and gestured frantically. 

The major of Mulberry came running out of a building, and almost got trampled by a group of three Uni-Tits that were weaving in and out of the crowd. When they reached the elephant heads, they slammed into them with such force the massive figures were lifted right over them. Now three grinning pachyderms raced down Elm St. at thirty miles an hour, making a slow yet steady progress to the Mulberry Soccer field.

***************

Jim Dolan was radiant. He'd made two goals already and was just about to try for a third when he heard a clamor in the distance. Thinking it was the parade coming by, he peered around the corner for a better look. All of a sudden, three large grinning elephants were rapidly coming toward him! 

"Coach Meadows, Coach Meadows!" Jim ran as fast as he could to a large man holding a whistle. "The elephants are coming...the elephants are coming!!"

"The elephants are WHAT? Don't be ridiculous, there are no elephants around here!"

"But, they're coming, they're coming!!"

Jim continued to run as Bill Meadows, the town of Mulberry's soccer coach cautiously looked toward where a large racket was coming from. All of a sudden, without any warning whatsoever, three menacing elephants scooted madly toward the soccer field. 

"IT'S AN ELEPHANT!!!!!! IT'S THREE ELEPHANTS!!!!!! GET AWAY!!!"

Two frantic soccer teams ran wildly as the Uni-Tits turned Elephants just missed them, crashing into a grinning statue of Ben Franklin. Three pachyderm heads were ripped off with the force of the impact, lolling on the street as they still grinned broadly. At the same time, five police cars came over the hill and cornered the remaining Uni-Tits, who were all trapped at the end of a cul-de-sac. 

Tim, Mitchell,and Mary ran out of the crowd frantically toward the Uni-Tits. They had needed to park the car way back and ran nearly a half mile. As they descended upon the twelve "Aliens", six policemen got out of the squad cars carrying pistols.

"Get your hands up or we'll shoot!"

"Don't kill them, please don't kill them!" Mary tried to shout above the din of the crowd, wondering if the Uni-Tits even had hands.

The Uni-Tits staggered back, then suddenly appeared to collapse in the middle. Amidst a chorus of shouts and screams, twelve members of the Mulberry High Football team poked their heads out of large white sheets with a nipple hole cut out for their eyes. Each carried a large piece of white oaktag with a single letter scrawled on it. As the crowd gasped, Tim grinned at his totally shocked girlfriend.

"I LOVE YOU MARY" was the UniTit's message! 

The anxious Mulberry townspeople looked around curiously, wondering who Mary was. But Tim and his girl had walked away and were in their own little world.

"You were in on this weren't you?" Mary winked at Tim slyly.

"Well, yeah, just a little." Tim's cheeks were burning.

"Was that my Christmas present?" Mary looked at Tim hopefully.

"Yeah, hope you liked it!" Tim continued to stare at the ground.

"I loved it...you are so special!" Mary gave Tim a long sloppy wet kiss that seemed to go on forever. Then the couple walked hand and hand toward Mitchell who was waiting for them patiently...

******************

"I guess this is it." Tim's hands shook a little bit as he walked with Mary into her bedroom. Her parents were away for a couple of days on business and they had the house to themselves. 

"Yeah, this is it." Mary didn't quite know what to say either. 

Tim kissed Mary full on the lips, then slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. At the same time, she yanked Tim's t-shirt over his head and started working on his belt. Two pairs of pants dropped at once as Mary's crotchless turquoise panties contrasted with Tim's stark white trim boxer shorts. She got rid of her matching blue bra quickly as Tim stepped out of his boxers. Then, the couple fell on the bed ecstatically, whispering sweet nothings in each others'ears as Tim gently entered his virgin girlfriend. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure yet soon relaxed as Tim made love to her with infinite tenderness. The couple moaned and groaned as passion peaked within them. Seconds passed, then minutes of extreme pleasure before Tim let out a loud grunt. He stiffened and shot a richly satisfying load into Mary's moist cavern before the couple collapsed into each other's arms, basking in the beautiful afterglow.... 

***********

Mary awoke with a start. She heard a peculiar whirring noise in the distance, and quickly got up, turning on the bright porch floodlight. As her eyes popped and jaw dropped, a huge penis on a motorcycle whizzed by at great speed.

Mary hurried over to Tim, shaking him and screaming.

"Tim, Tim, You'll never believe what I just saw! It was a huge cock with a mushroom head riding a motorcycle! I think there are more coming!!"

Tim just looked at Mary and smiled. 

"Let them take the town...all I care about is you!"

The couple embraced once more as Tim chuckled. In the distance, the Moto-Cocks sped away, until only a faint revving motor could be heard.

"Merry Christmas, Tim!"

"Merry Christmas, Mary!"

Fade to Black

(Hope you smiled a little ...laughter is the best medicine!)



The Attic



It was moving day and Gloria was excited. This was the first time she was going to live in a house she truly owned. After a long day of tiring work, the final items were in place and the job was done.

 "That's it. Everything is where it should be. I don't even know when I bought so much crap. I'm exhausted,"  Gloria thought. 

Just before going to bed, Gloria remembered the realtor saying something about the attic. When she visited the house for the first time, she liked it so much that she didn't bother to check it out. Now she couldn't remember what it was. The curiosity got the best of her and she decided to take a look. Maybe she could use the extra space to set up a working studio or something.

 "I should take a quick look. Tomorrow I'll figure out what to do with it." 

She pulled down the retractable stair and climbed up. It was very dusty as expected but it was very spacious. The light filtered through a window in the tilted ceiling and it created a charming ambiance. There were some items that the previous owners left behind.

 "Umh! Now I have to throw away their garbage too; just what I needed." 

Gloria was about to climb down when she saw something disgusting on the wooden floor.

"Holy crap!" Gloria exclaimed alarmed.

It was some sort of fungus that grew a couple of centimeters from the wooden ground and spread irregularly on an area of approximately one meter. Gloria got closer hoping that it wasn't mold. That would represent a huge disappointment from her dream house, not to mention a butt load of money to get rid of it. She looked around trying to find a stick to poke it with but found nothing. She decided to use her fingernail. As she scraped the surface, she discovered with amazement that it wouldn't break as if it was made of flexible rubber, yet it felt humid and slippery. 

 "This doesn't look like mold. Maybe someone left a sac of fertilizer and this fungus grew on top of it." 

Suddenly, Gloria felt something pinch her fingertip.

"Ouch! It has bristles!"

"Okay, I had enough for today. Tomorrow I'll get a shovel and this crap is gone!"

After taking a cold bath, Gloria was so tired that she just crumbled on the bed without bothering to put on her nighty. In less than five minutes she was deeply asleep.

***

Three hours later, Gloria woke up covered in sweat. Her body was burning in fever and she felt light headed. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts...

 "Shit! I think I'm catching a cold. Where did I put the Tylenol?" 

Gloria walked to the bathroom searching for the pills and stopped for a moment to look at her clammy body in the mirror. She realized with puzzlement that despite her current illness, she felt aroused.

 "Gloria, you are a horny puppy. Even in sickness you want to touch yourself."  Gloria thought. 

She delicately touched her clitoris and a jolt of delight sparked across her entire body; almost as if her fingers were charged with electricity. 

 "The fever must be making me more sensitive because this feels so fucking good." 

Ten minutes later, Gloria was falling to her knees from an amazing climax. Her fingers kept frantically rubbing her pussy while the rest of her body jerked uncontrollably from the blissful spasms of ecstasy.

Within the aftermath of orgasm, Gloria breathed heavily while she rejoiced from her naughtiness. She usually wasn't this spontaneous but tonight it felt necessary. Even her fever was fading away. 

 "That was awesome." 

Meanwhile, she kept rubbing her pussy very slowly, maintaining her thriving arousal, developing into a new fire that would have to be put out again.

Moments later, Gloria was sticking three fingers in and out of her pussy with wild urgency. A new orgasm was already growing within her loins and the excited woman was longing for it like never before.

"Oh God! I'm going to cum again... I'm cumming..."

Gloria's eyes rolled up into her head as her second climax exploded from the center of her body. She twitched on the bathroom's floor at the mercy of the elating waves of delight that took over her consciousness.

Gloria regained awareness a few minutes later, confused and disoriented. All she wanted was to go back to bed and rest. The pills she was looking for were already forgotten and the fever didn't bother her anymore. She stared at the bathroom ceiling speaking to herself.

"That was freaking wild..."

***

Back on her bed, Gloria fell asleep almost immediately. An hour later she found herself masturbating again. She was half awake and half asleep but her hand moved with relentless meticulousness, pushing two fingers into her tight cavity while rubbing her clitoris with her thumb...

And she didn't stop until she climaxed again! Gloria's heated body jerked in place for almost a minute. Afterwards, she displayed a subtle smile and went back to sleep.

***

The next day, Gloria woke up almost at noon. It wasn't like her to get up so late but the bizarre, erotic night she enjoyed wasn't a typical thing for her either.

 "What a night!" 

She was about to get dressed when she noticed something on her hand. Gloria gasped as she looked more closely; a greenish mark had appeared on the back of her hand, resembling some sort of infection.

"Oh my God! What is this?!" Gloria exclaimed truly worried.

She immediately remembered the fungus in the attic. It had punctured her! She had to go to the hospital! Take a sample of the fungus and see a Doctor immediately! Gloria ran to the attic carrying the first thing she found in the kitchen that she could use to slice the fungus. She knelt beside the green formation and looked at it trying to decide which part to cut, but then a powerful sense of wrongness settled in her mind.

 "What I am doing? I am naked in the attic ready to cut a weird fungus with a drainer. I should take a bath first, get dressed and do this right." 

Gloria left the fungus untouched and did what she thought was right.

While being in the shower, Gloria ended up masturbating twice. The soft caress of water on her nipples and her pussy lips was too alluring to let it pass. When she was done, going to the hospital didn't seem that urgent any more. The mark in her hand didn't hurt at all which meant it couldn't be too dangerous.

***

Gloria went about her business all day until she realized it was too late to go the hospital. There were no more regular consults anymore and they wouldn't let her in the emergency room since it wasn't an emergency.

 "I'll go tomorrow. They should take care of this in no time." 

Gloria completely forgot about destroying the fungus or even getting a sample from it.

***

The same thing happened the next day and the day after that. Gloria kept postponing her visit to the hospital and the whole week passed by. She didn't understand why she was so horny all the time but the solution was simple; she played with herself day and night. The greenish mark in her left hand had extended up to her forearm but Gloria still believed it wasn't dangerous. Her attention was focused on pleasuring herself and extinguishing that sexual hunger that never seemed to lessen.

Every time she was about to reach an orgasm, an image of the green fungus formed in her mind. She needed to see it. Gloria climbed up to the attic for the first time since the fungus stung her. She gasped from astonishment when she saw a big stem growing from the center of the enlarged formation.

"Oh my God! It is growing stems!"

The woman's heart started racing inside her chest as she admired the glossy proboscis that stood in front of her. She thought about the undeniable phallic appearance of the stem. Then she wondered how it would feel to have it inside of her pussy and her pussy twitched hard in response.

 "Maybe this thing will extinguish the constant fire in my pussy." 

After a moment of shameless consideration, she decided to give it a try. It was a crazy thing to do but after all, this could be her little secret.

Gloria had completely forgotten about the sting she suffered a week ago and the marks on her forearm. Now she rested her knees on the fungus while she carefully lowered her body onto the greenish stalk.

"I can't believe I am doing this. It is so naughty!"

Gloria felt the tip of the stem entering her tight cavity and the wonderful sensation made her gasp in amazement. She instantly knew that this was exactly what she needed.

She carefully waved her hips up and down, letting the proboscis penetrate her pussy a few centimeters deeper every time. She was still aware that this was the craziest thing she had ever done but this thought slowly vanished from her mind and soon all she could think of was the delightful feeling overpowering everything else.

Just a few minutes later, Gloria was jerking uncontrollably from a luscious orgasm. Her pussy clasped down on the fungus' stem over and over while her hips shuddered violently, bending the appendage almost to the point of breaking.

Gloria stayed on her knees catching her breath while the orgasmic spasms receded. She made sure that the stem remained in her pussy; despite the strong climax, she wanted more, much more.

 "Fuck! I can't believe I came so fast. This calls for a do over..." 

Gloria played with the fungus' proboscis until late at night. She didn't know how many orgasms she experienced but she counted at least twelve. Now that she twitched under the joys of a new one, she could not believe how lucky she was to find this heavenly plant or whatever it was.

While she lay down on the wooden floor catching her breath, she accepted that this last orgasm was the last of the night. Not because she didn't want more but because she was so worn out that she could barely move.

 "It is time to go to bed. But I will certainly come back tomorrow." 

***

The next morning Gloria woke up with her usual arousal. She looked at herself on the mirror and a new greenish mark on her belly was evident. The spots on her left arm had extended almost reaching her shoulder. 

"Holy shit!"

Gloria got scared. This was getting out of hand! She remembered that she had to go to the hospital. She needed a sample of the fungus. Maybe take the stem too. But this meant she would have to break it. It was wrong! She needed to go up to the attic before deciding what to do.

The confused woman climbed to the attic and again she gasped from what she saw. The stem had grown! The fungus below it had also transformed into a mound that was a lot thicker than a few days before. A pleasurable thrill sparked in her guts. The astonished woman looked hypnotized at the enormous proboscis. The sense of urgency had vanished again. Her pussy was already dripping wet and aching to be filled.

"It is so big..."

Gloria stood over the stem and began lowering her hips. Her heart was accelerating from the excitement of riding that huge phallus.

 "Maybe it won't fit..." 

The dazed woman held her breath and let the stem sink into her body. She would not stop until it hit the bottom of her vaginal cavity. The she felt something pop and it penetrated a bit further. Her legs trembled from the exhilarating sensation. 

"Yess... It's inside me!"

She rested her knees on the mushy fungus and started bouncing up and down with irrepressible desire. 

After a while, the stem began to exude a substance along its entire surface, soaking Gloria's vaginal walls and filtering through her skin into her nervous system.

"It feels like I am burning inside. It is so great!"

One second later, Gloria reached an orgasm like she never felt before. Her mind went absolutely blank leaving space only for incandescent pleasure that lasted for several minutes. Yet her body kept mechanically pumping the stem, milking it without pause.

The same thing happened several times until Gloria couldn't take it anymore. She spent the entire day in the attic forgetting about work, even forgetting to eat. All she needed was right there, in the form of a mushy fungus and its phallic proboscis.

Eventually Gloria went back to bed but she could barely get any sleep. She felt uneasy about being apart from the fungus. 

***

Gloria woke up early next morning and checked herself in the mirror. Large parts of her skin now showed green marks as her body changed from the inside out. Surprisingly, Gloria didn't think anything about it. She just pictured that erect phallus plunging into her body and her pussy jolted in anticipation.

When Gloria climbed into the attic, the fact that the stem was even larger came as no surprise either. She just walked to it with a definitive purpose in her mind.

 "I'll try it in my ass. Maybe this way I can get all of it inside." 

Gloria started plugging the stem into her ass. She was determined to insert the whole thing into her slim body even if it seemed impossible. 

Her body shuddered as a hint of fear surfaced on her face. Something in the back of her mind warned her about the danger of doing this but it didn't stop her. More of the stem penetrated through her tight anus.

 "Maybe I shouldn't... but I have to... I need to!" 

Gloria moaned out load as the thicker section of the erectile proboscis began to stretch her anus extremely wide while the tip probed more than thirty centimeters deep. But Gloria wanted more. She wanted all of it!

And somehow Gloria managed to push it deeper, until a bulge was clearly visibly through her belly. The fact that the stem was penetrating into Gloria's body beyond humanly possible should have given her a hint of what was happening inside of her but she was far too engrossed with the enrapturing sensation to care about anything else.

A moment later, the fungus' stem was completely embedded into Gloria's body. Her insides shifted apart to make room for the enormous appendage but far from feeling any discomfort, she felt like she was in heaven. 

"It's all in! It's all.. in! It's .... aghh..." Gloria moaned in ecstasy.

The moment she said that, Gloria had the most spectacular orgasm. It felt like a well deserved reward for a great accomplishment. Now she was joined with her green lover at the maximum possible and nothing could make her happier. She belonged with him. She belonged to him!

As soon as her climax faded away, another one hit. For the rest of the day Gloria stayed there, impaled by the appendage, sunken in an orgasmic loop that had no end. She couldn't move and couldn't think. She didn't want to.

By night fall Gloria was no longer herself. The fungus had taken her mind, her body and her soul. She just lay there with her mind lost in a labyrinth of bliss that had no way out. 

Meanwhile, the fungus kept pouring fluid inside of her. It immediately filtered into her bloodstream and continued modifying her DNA along with every cell of her body. 

***

The light of day showed a completely transformed woman, if she could be called that. The former Gloria had become a humanoid creature that was just an extension of the fungus with a single objective: Reproduction. She still resembled a woman but her hair was gone and her entire eyes were black as the night. Most of her skin was dark green, mimicking perfectly the fungus below.

The large stem lodged within her body mechanically pulled her to a sitting position while the new being was awakened. Latter Gloria felt the appendage of the fungus' stuffing her insides and it evoked a hint of pleasure. Something she remembered from her previous brain structure.

The new Gloria stood up with some difficulty as the stem vacated her ass. Gooey streams of slime connected her crotch with the stem while she checked her surroundings. She looked at the stairs leading down to the house. For some reason everything seemed vaguely familiar.

***

The newly created female carefully searched the house making sure the area was safe. Then she used every source of information available until she knew enough about the world she inhabited. 

With time, some bit of information from former Gloria's mind came back and the new Gloria decided to call Denise, an old friend who lived close to her new house, and told her to come as soon as possible. Denise came that same day.

 "I wonder what is so important. I hope it's not a problem with the house," Denise thought worried. 

New Gloria heard the door and told Denise to come in. Her voice sounded exactly the same.

"Please come in. The door is open. I'll be with you in a second," Gloria said through the door.

"Hi! Don't worry. I'll wait in the living room," Denise responded while she walked in.

Before Denise knew what was happening, new Gloria ran towards her and pushed her violently against the wall. Denise screamed, startled and then shrieked even louder as she saw the strange humanoid creature that was holding her.

Almost instantly, a strange branch-like proboscis covered in slime emerged from Gloria's mouth. 

Denise kept screaming the whole time, even when she saw that appendage reaching for her mouth...

... when she tried to close it, it was too late. Denise's whole body started trembling in rapid convulsions as torrents of chemicals were injected through her palate into her brain. 

In a few seconds, Denise's mind was spinning and becoming increasingly groggy. Within the terrifying shock, she felt her nipples swelling and her pussy twitched mildly. Then, her arms fell limply by her sides and everything became blank.

***

New Gloria undressed Denise and moved her to the living room. The unlucky woman could not understand what was happening but her dazed mind did recognize a very notorious feeling...

"My pussy is hot," Denise babbled. 

New Gloria repositioned her guest while she responded to her comment...

"Yes. It will become hotter in a moment. You will be part of us."

After saying that, a fat tentacle sprouted from Gloria's pussy and projected downward several centimeters. 

New Gloria enjoyed the feeling of the thick limb caressing the insides of her pussy as it glided outwardly, seeking for Denise's crotch. A few thick drops of translucent slime dripped from the flexible tentacle to the floor.

Denise was completely oblivious of the impending event as new Gloria knelt between her legs and aligned her appendage at her guest's pussy lips.

But when she felt the slimy, thick phallus penetrating her pussy, Denise jolted violently. The delightful sensation that it provided was acknowledged immediately by her stunned brain and she welcomed it with a loud moan.

As Gloria's tentacle penetrated deeper, Denise felt it reaching the bottom of her twitching cavity and pushing at the entrance of her womb. 

New Gloria's abdomen started showing contractions while the egg that had developed inside of her belly was channeled into the hollow tentacle. 

The egg traveled slowly across the tube that connected both women. The flexible limb expanded and contracted creating a wave that forced the ovoid towards its new host. 

Denise moaned even louder and a hint of pain reached her brain when the egg pushed its way into her body, stretching her vaginal cavity to the limit. For an instant, she sensed the danger of the situation and thought about stopping it but her body would not respond and even reacted in the opposite way by making large amounts of lubricating fluid.

Gloria kept manipulating her tentacle and soon the egg was emerging from the tip and accommodating comfortably inside Denise's shuddering belly. Any objections Denise had, were erased by this mind-blowing sensation.

The egg still wasn't fully lodged in her womb and Denise was already enraptured in the bliss of a powerful orgasm. Her entire body jolted in rapid and hefty spasms while both her legs stiffened and trembled uncontrollably. 




The Attic



After a few minutes, Denise lay limp on the wooden floor while new Gloria gently touched the bump on Denise's belly. The egg was safe and ready. But it would have no purpose until the next step was completed....

"Now we need to fertilize it. I'll take you to my owner."

Denise couldn't hear Gloria's words as she lingered within the bliss of ecstasy. A thin thread of drool escaped her lips and dripped to the wooden floor.

***

Gloria helped Denise climb into the attic. The transformed woman showed the fungus to her guest with pride and reverence. It was her only reason to exist.

"Sit on the stem. Let the fungus penetrate you," Gloria said.

"Sit on the stem," Denise repeated with an empty look on her face.

The chemicals released by the egg were now in control of Denise's body. The dazzled woman was so horny that she didn't care what that thing in front of her was. She saw the phallic shape of the stem and all she wanted was to let it fuck her.

Denise straddled the erect trunk and let it penetrate her pussy several centimeters. She started bouncing up and down while her lubricating fluid started dripping down the stem. A new orgasm quickly built within her loins.

Soon, the fungus did its part and ejected a greenish load of sperm into Denise's bulging belly. The fluid spread across her stretched cavity and filtered through the delicate skin of the egg, fertilizing it.

Gloria was able to hear the sperm spurting into Denise's womb and she knew that the insemination had been successful. Both women climaxed at the same time.

Gloria recovered quickly and spoke with authority...

"Stand up and let it fuck your ass. We need to make sure that your brain is properly remodeled."

Denise was still weak from her orgasm and needed Gloria's help to stand up and place her in the right position.

After a moment, the curvy woman felt the fat stem penetrating deeper and deeper into her ass until it couldn't go any further. The phallus pushed the egg forward as it moved deep behind it.

While Gloria licked her friend's pussy, Denise felt something sting her insides and in a matter of seconds she reached another astonishing climax. One minute passed and instead of fading away, her orgasm kept rocking her entire body over and over, until she couldn't process it anymore and everything became a complete void. Her brain was absolutely blank and ready for programming.

By the end of the day, she was ready. Her entire eyes were dark green.

***

A week later, Denise snuck into her neighbor's basement. She displayed a huge pregnant belly bursting with alien life.

 "I think nobody saw me coming down here. It is safe for my baby." 

Denise looked for a secluded corner near a washing machine that hadn't been used for years. She spread her legs and pushed. Her nipples were already bloating with anticipation while she felt something moving inside of her and small discharges of slime began to spill on the ground between her feet.

Soon, a fat green tentacle emerged below her skirt. Her thighs trembled from the immense pleasure caused by the rugged surface rubbing against her vaginal cavity.

Inside her womb, the egg had opened up like a flower and the thick appendage emerged from within, unraveling and finding its way out into the world.

Denise's eyes turned green from sheer pleasure of serving her owner. This was her true personality and her former black eyes were only for disguising purposes.

Meanwhile, her belly started to flatten as more of the tentacle vacated her body. It reached the ground and melted into a greenish formation that spread across the floor. A new mound of fungus was being created.

The egg contracted several times until the whole mass was expelled and then flattened to a useless shell to be discarded later. The fungus below absorbed the remaining appendage and initiated a dormant stage; until someone would come to touch it.

After she was done, Denise calmly walked away with the certainty that her neighbor would find it soon. The cycle will start over.

"I can't wait to see Gloria again."

The End.

Note from the author: There is a graphic version of this story.



The Attic Room



Two years ago I was going out with this girl who was really into sex. I mean, really...

On one occasion, her parents had gone on holiday, and weren't due back for a couple of weeks. She was still living with them at the time, and, while they were away, I'd sort of moved in to keep her company. One weekend, she decided that we didn't socialise enough, and invited one of friends and one of her friends around for the evening.

Videos and quite a lot of wine were the order of the day, and, by midnight, it was quite clear that no-one was in a fit state to be trying to go home, so Carol and I decided that Sam and Marie had better stay the night.

Carol's sister was away at college, so Carol asked me to show Marie to her room, while she found somewhere comfy for Sam to sleep.

Marie was more than a little tipsy at this point, as well as being eighteen, blonde and willowy, and, after I showed her to her room, was stripping her clothes of before I'd even managed to get out of the room. "Oops" she giggled, as she realized that she'd just flashed me.

"Goodnight, Marie!" I told her, pretending to avert my eyes (while actually doing no such thing) as I backed out of the door and wandered upstairs to the room that I shared with Carol.

It turned out that this night I shared it with Sam as well. He was tucked up in our bed, while Carol bent over him, kissing him passionately.

Carol and I had discussed threesomes on several occasions, and she'd admitted to me that she'd had them before with previous partners, but I hadn't been expecting it that night.

Still...

Quietly, I crept up behind her, and pulled the thin straps of her dress down over her shoulders. Obviously, she had to help, shifting her arms through the loops of the spaghetti-thin straps, but Sam was so caught up in the kiss that he didn't notice.

Under the dress, she was braless. I cupped my hands around her small, sensitive breasts from behind, and caught her nipples between my fingers. She shivered in delight. As she continued to kiss Sam, I bent over her and kissed the back of her neck, and then gently bit her at the junction of neck and shoulder.

At her happy cry, Sam's eyes flew open as her realised just what was happening, but I touched a finger to my lips to indicate that he should remain quiet, and turned my attention to sliding Carol's dress and knickers over her hips and down to the floor.

Naked now, Carol drew back the bedcovers, and straddled Sam, still kissing him. She ground herself against the base of his cock, now hard against his stomach.

As she kissed her way down his chest, nibbling his nipples on the way, I lit the candles that littered the attic room, removed my own clothes, and sat at the foot of the bed.

By now, Carol's lips had reached Sam's cock. She took each of his balls in her mouth in turn and sucked on the gently, before taking the head of it between her lips, carefully guarding it from the razor-sharp teeth that I knew and loved.

Carol looked up at Sam and she sucked on him, working his balls and the base of his cock with her hand, her other hand buried between her own legs, holding his gaze so that he couldn't look away.

I moved up close behind her, and kissed the base of her spine, a private and long standing question between us. She wiggled her hips in agreement.

I draped my body over hers, holding myself above her with my arms, and buried my face in the dark hair that spilled down her back. My cock found the gateway to her body, and, as I slid into her, she stroked the tips of her nails over it in welcome.

Now the three of use were joined, my cock in her pussy, her mouth around his cock. Firmly, but slowly so as not to disturb Sam's fellatio, I pushed myself further into her. She ground herself back against me, forcing me deep into her womb. I drew back, and thrust myself into her again. Both she and Sam groaned in unison, but this was not yet what she wanted, and I knew it.

Now, she traced her way back up Sam's body, ignoring his groan of protest and his cock left her mouth with a quiet "pop" noise. As she moved forward, I moved with her, so that I never left her body. Only when she was once more kissing Sam, and grinding the junction of our bodies against his hardness, did I slide myself backwards, leaving her sweet warmth.

Carol arched her back, bringing the mouth of her pussy forward far enough the swallow Sam's cock. This time, I reached between our bodies, and stroked the underside of his balls, eliciting a startled, but excited, gasp from him. But he was not who I wanted.

I rose onto my knees, and, taking my cock in hand, pressed it's head against the part of Carole that had not been penetrated by a cock that night. Normally, it would slide it with a minimum of fuss, while still gripping my cock like a vice, but tonight Carol was already full of cock, and she grunted and squirmed as I worked myself, little by little, into her bum.

Sam was trembling, almost frenzied now, gripping Carols buttocks, and occasionally running his fingers over my abdomen as it slowly, slowly, drew closer to resting against Carol's buttocks.

"Baby, oh baby," Carol whispered as I buggered her. She had her face buried in the pillow by Sam's head now, and I held his eyes with mine as, for the first time, we shared a woman.

Carol's murmurs became incoherent as my balls came to rest against Sam's and I had to guide her by gently pushing in her buttocks, so that she could ride the cocks that so firmly impaled her.

Her murmurs became groans, her groans cries as she lifted herself back onto her haunches, allowing Sam and I free reign over her breasts, stomach, neck...

Lost in her delirium, finally she took to slamming herself down against us, so forcefully that I was afraid she would injure herself. "So full, so full" she cried.

We held her then, two men holding a single woman immobile so that we could take our pleasure of her. Tears ran down her face and fell dripping onto her breasts, but she begged us not to stop, begged us until we spilled ourselves deep inside her, and she collapsed onto Sam's chest.

Gently, I disentangled the three of us. Wearily, Carol rolled over and snuggled against me.

"I love you..." she whispered. After a moment she frowned. "But now you need a shower. Go shower..." She shooed me out of the bed, and, dazed and dripping with sweat and fluids, still naked, I started to wander down the flight of attic stairs to the shower.

Halfway down the stairs, though, lurking in the dark, pale and naked but for a pair of navy silken panties, squatted Marie, her hand buried in her crotch.

"That was hot," she whispered. "Want a hand showering?"



The Attorney



The meeting.

It was just a sterile hotel meeting room. Fluorescent lights over a small table, blinds drawn on the small windows. Uncomfortable chairs that inflicted pain on the users if sat upon for long periods of time. 

"From a design standpoint, is there any reason for you to recommend that a automobile leave the Memphis facility with a defect that would do this to an innocent driver, and I am showing you Page Exhibit Four?" the attorney ask.

My mind was listening but not concentrating on the words. I was mesmerized by her beauty. The flashing green eyes, the dark auburn hair, the soft, red lips belied the fact that she was the plaintiff's attorney and I was giving a deposition that required my full and honest testimony. Her silk blouse, glistening white, covered her soft breasts, the dark nipples outlined against the sheer fabric. Her wool skirt defined her shapely hips, exposing just enough of her legs to take my imagination to the point where they met her upper torso.

"Mr. Harris," her voice interrupting my reveries, "do I need to repeat my question."

"No," I replied. "I thought the question was rhetorical."

"I don't have any other questions," she stated. 

Nervously I turned toward our corporate counsel. 

"We will reserve our questions until the time of the trial and he will waive signature," spoke Leo Anstall.

I slowly arose from my chair, still leering at the beautiful attorney across the desk. 

"Too bad she's the enemy," I thought to myself. "Perhaps another place, another time. . ."

I left the hotel room where the deposition was taken. Moving quickly across the lobby, I stopped seeing the entrance to the hotel bar. 

"I could use a good stiff drink right now," I thought to myself.

Easing into the bar, I slipped into a booth and gave the bartender my order. 

"Just a glass of Cabernet," I said, "Mondavi 98 if you have it."

As the bartender placed the glass in front of me, I glanced up to see her walk into the bar. The confident air of her walk, shoulders square, head high told me that this was one very classy lady. My eyes naturally trailed to the third finger, left hand. 

"Drats," I mused, "she's married."

I picked up my glass of wine, swirling it in the glass to release its fullness. The warm liquid filled my mouth, slipping down my throat and leaving the warm, rich afterglow of a good cabernet. My eyes continued to follow the beautiful woman as she seated herself at an adjacent table. Our eyes met, and I saw a slight smile cross her lips. 

"Damn, she's tempting me," I thought. "And it wouldn't take much temptation either."

She shifted her posture in the chair, revealing her long legs covered with the sheerest pantyhose. Again, I was drawn into those flashing green eyes, the sparkle glistening in the darkened bar. I couldn't resist speaking, even knowing that she was the plantiff's attorney and that even the slightest slip could endanger our corporate position.

"Hi," I began. "I realize it is inappropriate, but I am totally lost in your beauty and charm." 

That's lame I thought to myself. For a Harvard boy, you sure are a geek.

"It's fine," she replied softly. "Court is out and for now I'm just relaxing and enjoying the moment."

"Would you join me," I whispered, "just as a guy who admires you from afar."

"Sure, if you don't think I'll bite," she giggled.

"You are human after all," I laughed. "Under that stack of law books, I bet there's a passionate woman too." "My name's Jim," I said, "oops, you already know that, don't you?"

"Yes," she smiled, "and I'm Victoria." "And you must promise, we will have no professional talk, ok?."

"Okay," I replied. "What would you like to drink?"

"I'll have a glass of wine please," Victoria said. "Same as yours is fine."

The bartender placed the glass in front of Victoria. 

We chatted about the weather, the show on the television above the bar, the shows currently on Broadway and I found myself lost in the charm of her Long Island accent. The melodic tone was hypnotic. Without thinking, I reached across the table and caressed her hand. 

She jumped, startled at my touch. 

"Sorry," I professed. "I was just admiring the softness of your skin, and of course the diamond you're wearing. I didn't mean to seem forward."

"It's okay," she hesitantly responded. "I'm just not accustomed to having strange men hold hands with me in public. It's been several years since my college days when guys groped me in dark bars.," she laughed.

That opened up the conversation. We laughed together about how crude some guys can be, and how flirtatious some women are around the crude guys. Before long, we had drained the full bottle of Cabernet and the warmth of the wine had my head spinning. Or was it the beauty of this gorgeous creature?

"I must be going," her words breaking the spell and bringing me back to reality. "My husband will be wondering what I am doing."

"Thanks Victoria for sharing the afternoon with me. I really enjoyed your company, the conversation and the wine. If you are ever in need of an afternoon conversationalist, I'm available." 

"Oh I'm sure you are," she grinned. "But I think I had better consult my hubby before I accept."

"See you in court," I said.

"No professional talk, remember," she replied. "Bye and thanks for the company."

With those few words, Victoria walked out of the bar and out of my life.

I left the bar, moving quickly across the lobby to the elevators. Pushing the button to the 44th floor, I was daydreaming of the beautiful woman I had just left. Leaving the elevator, I inserted the magnetic key into my door and quickly stepped inside the lonely hotel room. 

"Damn, I hate these impersonal hotel rooms." 

I involuntarily turned on the television, the evening news talking about the capture of some fugitive in Las Vegas. I couldn't concentrate on the news or anything else at the moment. My mind was racing from the encounter with Victoria. I opened my briefcase and shuffled the reports I had from work. 

"No use," I thought. "I won't be getting any work done tonight."

The phone broke into my thoughts. 

"Wonder who that could be calling me this late," I wondered. "Hello."

"Is this Jim Harris who was having a drink in the bar earlier this evening," the soft sexy voice ask.

"Yes," I replied. "And who might this be?" 

My mind was racing again. Could she be calling me back so soon? Why?

"This sounds weird but this is Victoria. Did you by any chance see my purse when you left the bar. I seem to have misplaced it and I don't have my driver's license, credit cards or anything."

"No, I didn't, but if you hold a minute, I'll call down to the bar and see if they picked one up this evening."

"That would be terrific," she replied. "I'll hold."

I pushed the hold button and dialed the other line. 

"Rendevous Bar," the voice said.

"Hi, this is Jim Harris in Room 4412. Did you by any chance pick up a purse my companion left this evening?"

"As a matter of fact, I did. Shall I send it up."

"No, just hold it and I'll come down and pick it up."

I hung up the phone and pushed the other button. 

"Victoria, good news. The bartender has your purse. Do you want me to bring it to you?"

"No reason for you to get out. I'm still in the city so I'll drop by the hotel and get it myself. Could you pick it up and keep it in your room until I get there." 

"Of course. When you get to the hotel, give me a call - Room 4412 and I'll bring it down to you."

"Thanks Jim, you're a lifesaver."

I went down to the bar and recovered her purse, leaving the bartender a nice tip for his courtesy. Taking the purse, I went back up to my room and gazed out the window at the city. The night had turned stormy and lightning flashed across the blackened sky. Suddenly torrents of rain beat against the window and loud crashes of thunder filled the canyons of the New York streets. I glanced down at the street below and saw people scurrying for shelter. 

"I wish I had insisted on taking the purse to her," I thought. "It's not a fit night for man or beast. And especially not for a gorgeous sexy woman like Victoria."

About an hour passed and I was beginning to wonder if she had changed her mind. Just as I was about to give up and go to bed, the phone rang on the desk beside me. Victoria was in the lobby.

"I'll be right down," I said into the phone. 

"I'll come up if it's okay," Victoria said. "I don't want to impose on your kindness any more than I already have."

"If you are sure," I replied. "I'm in room 4412."

As I waited for Victoria to arrive, I realized I still had on my suit and tie. Oh well, no time to change now.

Five minutes later I heard a gentle knock on my door. Opening it, there stood Victoria, hair wringing wet, her makeup streaking down her soft cheeks. Her coat was drawn tight around her, but as she was apparently caught in the downpour without her umbrella, did little to protect her silk blouse. I could see the color of her skin through the sheer, wet fabric.

"Come in Victoria," I smiled. "You are drenched. Let me take that wet coat and I'll get you a robe from the closet."

"Thanks," she replied. "I hate to be such a bother, but I did need my purse."

I moved to the closet and got one of the robes. Victoria had removed her coat and placed it on a hanger in the bathroom. Her back was turned and I could see the rain had made her blouse completely transparent. Her bra, a thin white silk lace was as transparent as her blouse. 

I placed the robe around her shoulders and she pulled it closed in front, tying the sash around her waist.

"Shall I call the front desk and see if I can arrange to have your wet clothes laundered."

"Would you?" she whispered. "I hate thinking about putting these wet clothes back on. This robe feels so warm and comfy."

Picking up the phone in my room, I dialed the concierge desk. 

"This is Jim Harris, Room 4412. I need some quick laundry service please."

"We'll be right up Mr. Harris," the voice responded. "But I doubt if we can get anything back tonight."

"Do the best you can. And do you know of anyplace I might be able to purchase some women's clothing tonight?"

"I'll check and let you know," the valet said.

"Did you eat Victoria," I asked as I hung up the phone. "I'll be glad to order room service if you're hungry."

"No, I'm fine. I don't want to disturb you any more than I have. But if you have any wine left, I sure could use a drink." 

"I'll order a bottle and we'll just sit and talk for a while."

As we sat and sipped our wine, the storm raged outside. The valet had taken Victoria's clothing and was attempting to get them laundered but had advised us that it would probably be morning before he could get them back. And all of the stores had closed so it appeared we were stuck until morning.

"I guess I need to get a room," Victoria sighed.

I called the front desk to inquire about a room for Victoria.

"Sorry sir, but we're booked for the evening."

I told Victoria the bad news and she sighed. 

"Looks like I'm homeless tonight."

"You can take the bed and I'll sleep on the sofa in here Victoria. I couldn't let you go out into this storm. And I promise to be a true southern gentleman."

"You're such a sweet man," she grinned. 

The wine was beginning to fortify my courage. As I sat on the sofa, admiring Victoria's beauty, the dark, auburn hair, the penetrating green eyes, the soft damp lips, I couldn't help but dream of holding her in my arms and possessing this gorgeous woman. 

Apparently the wine was having an effect on her as well. The sash holding her robe around her waist was loosening and the soft curves of her breasts were revealed. Her eyes were half closed, lips wet from the wine and her cheeks rosy and soft. She snuggled against me, her head laying against my chest, the soft locks of her hair flowing down across my lap. I casually brushed back the hair from her face, my fingers trailing across her cheek. A soft moan escaped her lips as I brushed against her neck with my fingers, the warmth of her body penetrating me through my shirt. Her eyes caught mine, and our heads moved toward each other as if drawn by some magnetic force. My lips brushed across her forehead, down the bridge of her nose and in an electric moment, our lips touched. Gentle at first, soft and warm lips meeting...slowly parting to issue in a soft, warm kiss. My fingers caressed her face as the kiss deepened. My tongue explored the sweetness of her mouth, brushing against her teeth and the fullness of her lips. My hands slipped slowly inside her robe, caressing her soft shoulders, her back, her neck. 

"Mmmmmm," she whispered. 

Suddenly she sat up erect, pulling her robe closed, face flushed she mumbled, "Oh Jim, I can't do this. I'm a married woman and it wouldn't be right to mislead you."

The passion, the want I felt was overpowering. But I knew I couldn't do anything to hurt this beautiful woman. I pulled her close to me, gently caressing her face and spoke, "Victoria, I wouldn't want you to do anything you don't feel comfortable with. I think you are a wonderful, beautiful woman and I do understand. Just relax and let's just talk for a bit."

I could feel her relax against me, her soft body melting against me once again. As we sat there talking about our dreams, our aspirations, and hopes those barriers once again were taken down. As the night wore on, we once again kissed. The resolve was finally broken and as I slowly removed her robe, exposing her natural beauty to my gaze, we both knew that our union was inevitable. Kisses became more passionate. Touches more insistent. 

My lips trailed down the softness of her shoulders, across the dark auroela of her breasts, finding an erect nipple and drawing it between my teeth, biting, sucking, caressing with my tongue. The soft moans emanating from her soft lips urged me onward. My hands caressed her back, her shoulders, the softness of her breasts and I continued the trek of my kisses down her stomach, reaching the inside of her creamy white thighs. I could smell the musky sweetness of her nectar as I kissed the inside of her thighs, my tongue playing with that junction of her legs and pelvis. The softness of her mound, cleanly waxed and smooth to my touch responded to my kisses. I parted her legs, letting my fingers trace the outline of her soft womanhood. Our lips met in a deep kiss, tongues playing against each other. The passion was building, the urgency of our movements more demanding. Kissing her breasts, her erect nipples, my fingers pushing apart the soft folds of her womanly sex to expose the sensitive, swollen bud. My fingers slowly circling her clit, caressing, flicking. My tongue, finding her sensitive spot, lashing against it as I slipped my finger along the wet, warm slit, pressing against the opening to that wonderful tunnel of love and easing into the warm, wet depths of her soul. 

Feeling her hips pushing back against my tongue, I felt the rush of her first orgasm. Moans turned to sighs of ecstasy as her orgasm wracked her body. Gushes of sweet liqueur filled my mouth, spreading across my fingers and tongue. Her breathing shallow and rapid as the sweetness of our lovemaking swept over both of us. 

"Mmmmmm...Jim that was wonderful," she whispered.

"Darling, it's only the beginning. Tonight I want to give you everything you heart desires. I want to take you on a journey of love that you will never forget."

My kisses continued against her sensitive clit, along the folds of her womanhood, my tongue finding the tight sphincter and pushing inside her most forbidden place. 

"Oh my god," she moaned. "That feels so good."

My fingers began to penetrate her wet, hot pussy, curling them to massage her g-spot while my thumb massaged her swollen clit. My tongue was penetrating her tight ring as my hard, thick manhood brushed against her soft breasts. I felt her soft hands encircle the girth of my cock, the nails brushing along the dark vein, tips of her fingers rubbing across the velvet swollen glans. The feeling was incredible as I moved to penetrate her sweetness with my tongue once again. Thrusting deep inside her, my face nuzzling her clit, my tongue dancing inside her sweet pussy. 

I slowly kissed up her stomach and shifted my body between her legs. I could feel her legs involuntarily wrap around my waist as the tip of my hardness brushed up and down along the warm slit of her sex. The tip brushing against her clit, then back down to tease the orfice to her anus. 

"Oh Victoria," I moaned. "I need you."

Very slowly I eased the tip of my hard, thick cock into the softness of her womanhood. I felt the muscles relax, letting me slip inside, penetrating slowly about an inch then withdrawing. Each time I withdrew, I could feel her outer lips sucking me back in. 

"Oh god Jim, don't tease me," she cried. "I need you deep inside me."

Slowly, gently I pushed a little deeper, letting her feel the engorged head of my raging manhood brush against her gspot. Her hips thrust back against me, legs wrapped tightly around my waist, urging me deeper. Again I withdrew, leaving just the head of my cock inside her wetness. I slipped my finger down between the outer folds, rubbing against her clit very softly. I could feel her hips bucking against me, pressing hard upward. My cock slipped a little deeper, now about six inches penetrating her while my finger urgently massaged her clit and my teeth drew her nipple between them, biting gently. I felt her hands grasp my butt, trying to pull me fully inside but I quickly withdrew, leaving only the tip buried in the hot, steamy pussy. 

"Please," she begged. "I need you inside me now."

The blood raced to my cock. I thrust deep inside her, driving a full eight inches deep into her hot, steamy pussy. My balls nestled against her butt, my pelvis pressing against her swolllen throbbing clit. 

"Yessssssssss," she hissed as another orgasm spilled over her body.

Our bodies melted together. My hardness filled her, stretching her, driving her into the soft bed. Our movements were in total harmony. Like a symphony, we moved together, as one. Our eyes semi closed but peering deep into each other, revealed the complete love we were sharing. A union so perfect that we had become one. Our hearts were beating in perfect unison, breathing together. Hours passed as we joined each other in total, pure love. 

I don't know how many times Victoria reached an orgasm that night. I know I had multiple mini orgasms and have never before experienced anything like it. Finally, we exploded together in a total, mind-boggling display of lights and sounds, my thick hot seed filling the wonders of her womanhood. 

As we cuddled in the first glow of the new day, we realized that we were drawn together by a fate that couldn't be explained. We continued to kiss, loving each other and knowing that the future would draw us back together over and over as we basked in the perfect afterglow of love.



The Attorney



I started working at DeLino & Fickett's when I was 25. D&F was a small law firm on Long Island. Back then, I thought I was the oldest living virgin. My sexual experiences were limited to the frequent jerk-off sessions spent in front of my computer watching poor quality porno clips.

Laurinda DeLino was my boss. I was totally hot for her, but I got the distinct feeling that she really didn't respect me. It wouldn't be long before I failed to live up to even the lowest expectations she must've had for me.

She was hot. Laurinda was my perfect physical type. She had really big tits(natural ones), fare skin-despite her Italian descent-a toned, yet generous ass and very shapely, strong legs. She was about my age. Her calves were curvy and would flex beautifully when she wore high heals. Laurinda was tough. She didn't take shit from anybody and often boasted about it. At first, I took her for a braggart, but I later found out her claims were genuine.

One Friday in May, the two of us were working late on a filing project. That's really all I did, filing. I was one of Laurinda's assistants. She stayed late in order to explain what she wanted done, but ended up doing most of the work and wasn't subtle about her disappointment in my organizational ability. 

"These depositions are all out of order!" She growled, shook her head and then tucked her shoulder length blonde hair behind her ears, staring at me with light brown eyes.

"Sorry." I tried to look busy, opening a folder I had under my arm. I could see her out of the corner of my eye. She continued to stare and then shook her head and began boxing up some folders on the floor.

"Where the hell did you go to school, anyway?" I was about to give her an answer, but realized that the question was rhetorical when she didn't meet my glance. "Do you think you can at least help me put these boxes on the bottom shelf?" Laurinda gestured towards a stack of file boxes with an identical box she was holding.

We passed each other when I headed to get a box from the pile. Her fruity perfume caused my nostrils to twinge sweetly. I successfully fought back a sneeze. When I got to the shelf, Laurinda was kneeling down, pushing a box into place on the lowest shelf. Her thighs and calves were bulging out under pressure. She wasn't wearing stockings with her short blue summer dress and I could actually see the hair follicles on her legs. That was a stark contrast to the plastic airbrushed women that graced my computer screen. I was turned on. My dick was fully erect and nearly busting out of my pants.

I knelt down beside her with the box I was carrying, leaned forward and pushed it onto the shelf. She continued struggling with hers, which appeared to be stuck on something. What I did next was as much a surprise to me as it must've been for her. I turned my head in her direction and stared at her beautiful legs, which were pressed tightly together, preventing a view of her crotch. Then, I kissed her right knee! 

"What the fuck are you doing?" With my lips still sucking on her knee, Laurinda looked down at me. I pulled away and stared at her. She shook her head and laughed. "Where the fuck do I find these people." She stood up.

"I'm sorry, Laur, Lau." I was nervous and stood up, too.

"You want to fuck me, don't you, you fucking nutcase?" She pinched the bridge of her nose in consternation and laughed. I looked at her and began formulating a 'tail between my ass' explanation with the intention of saving some face and maybe even my job. Then I just thought, what the fuck. I was probably going to get fired anyway.

"Yeah.......Yeah. Look, Laurinda, I'm really attracted to you. You smell really good and your legs look really nice and yeah.......Fuck it, I'd like to fuck yah."

Laurinda pursed her lips, chewing on her inner cheek in continued consternation. She looked at my crotch.

"Oh fuck, you've already got a fucking boner!?"

"Yea, yeah." Even in my newly, seemingly carefree attitude, she was still able to make me nervous. 

"This is fucked up." She turned away and put her left hand on her hip and pinched the bridge of her nose with her right. She seemed to be postulating a response to this confusing situation, but wasn't scared. "This is so fucked up. I can't fucking believe this." Laurinda shook her head. "You know?" She laughed, looking me up and down. "With all this fucking work, I haven't fucked in like fucking months."

"Oh?" My voice quivered. I had no idea where she was headed with this. 

"And with the Gordon case coming up, I probably won't even see a cock until next year." She rolled and twisted her head around as if to relieve tension in her neck. "When's the last time you got laid?"

"Well, I, uh....." I was about to recover my stutter with a made up encounter, but it was too late.

"Holy shit. You're a fucking virgin." She laughed, shaking her head and looking at the ground, embarrassed for me. "What the fuck is the matter with you?" Another sarcastic question. She sat down in her office chair, shoulders slumped, showing her depression. "Well.......Close the door and take your pants off."

"What!?" I gasped.

"I know. I'm fucking surprised, too, but I've really been horny lately and I might as well get some use out of you tonight even though you're not 'all that'. Go on." She motioned for the door.

I took my clothes off and then stood completely naked in front of her desk. My five and a half inch dick was like steel.

"Oh my god." She looked at my diminutive wiener and then shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose again. "You could've left your shirt on. I only asked you to take your pants off." She laughed, standing up. "Well, get the fuck over here." As I walked towards her, she kicked off her shoes and leaned on her desk with her left hand. With her right hand, she pulled up her summer dress and put her thumb in the waste band of her blue, cotton panties. She stepped out of the panties and tossed them on a nearby chair. She let the dress drop so fast that I didn't even get a glimpse of her pussy.

"Wha, what about protection?" It was a halfhearted question. I was so horny, that if she told me there wasn't any or simply didn't answer, I would've fucked her anyway. I suddenly appreciated how people had kids "by accident" and got S.T.D's.

"I don't have any condoms, but I'm on birth control and I'm clean." That was sufficient enough for me. "Are you clean? Oh wait, I almost forgot, you're a hard up loser." She shook her head. "Sit down, asshole." She pointed to an armless chair next to her desk. "Hopefully, you'll last longer with me on top." That would prove to be the most overly optimistic comment she had ever made.

"Okay." They shut the air conditioning off after close of business on Fridays to save money and despite the room's 80 degree temperature, I was shivering when I sat down. I was wicked excited.

"Look, cum inside me, okay?" She looked down at me and I nodded, losing my breath at the mere notion. "And when you feel like you're gonna cum, make sure your dick is all the way in cause the carpet and chairs have just been cleaned."

She straddled me and the chair, put her left hand on the chair back over my right shoulder and began to lower herself. With her right hand, she lifted her summer dress, and held the slack flat against her smooth potbelly. She revealed her crotch. Her muff was a thick dark brown that thinned out to stubble by her bikini line. With all the work, and little prospects of sex, she must've let some of the hair grow in since her last grooming. The scent of her perfume increased. She probably applied some to her snatch on a regular basis.

I gasped when her inner thighs brushed up against my thighs. 

"Relax!" She paused briefly and then continued her determined descent, looking down at our crotches. "Hold your dick up." With my right hand, I grabbed my cock, which was pressed fixedly against my stomach. I positioned my penis so that it was perpendicular to Laurinda's highly inviting twat.

"Oh, god!" I moaned. Laurinda's muff tickled the head of my cock. The penetration was sloppy. The head of my cock smooshed against her hairy lips. She wasted no time once she felt that I was in position. She dropped herself completely down on me, barely giving me enough time to remove my right hand from between our groins. She let her summer dress fall over our crotches. "Uh, Laurinda!" Her cunt was very hot, wet and tight around my dick. I immediately locked my arms around her midsection. The stubble at the edges of her muff was prickly against my crotch. She must've seen my eyes glaze over and felt my cock bulge ever more within her because she realized what was going to happen. She pushed hard with both hands on my chest.

"Wait a minute!" Laurinda struggled against my grip, pulling her legs up alongside the chair. She was attempting to wedge her knees up under my armpits to break free, but she only succeeded in further impaling her cooch on my dick. Her puffy labia flattened against my crotch. "Hold it back!" She growled loudly, pulling her head back away as I attempted to kiss her face which was all scrunched up in disgust. I licked and chewed her neck instead. "Oh, fucking stop it!" She pounded my chest with her left hand and stuck the fingers of her right hand in my mouth, prying my face back. Frantically she thrust both legs at the ground, attempting to stand up, but my arms were tightly interlocked just above her full buttocks. Laurinda's dress ripped at the shoulders. The chair hopped up about an inch and then slammed down.

"Oh my god!" I winced. A sensation a million times sweeter than what I usually felt when I jacked off was approaching my groin like a freight train.

"Hold it! Not yet, yah stupid fuck!" She reached around her back with her left hand, trying to pry loose my arms and choked me with her right hand. "Dammit!"

"Rrrrrrrrrrrrah!" I clenched my sphincter, but my prostate gave way to violent spasms. My dick flexed rapidly, squirting large streams of cum inside Laurinda. She flinched with the initial flex, undoubtedly feeling the hot semen squirt on her cervix.

"You stupid fucking idiot!" She slapped me across the face and stopped struggling, allowing my cock to deposit the hefty load within her. She interlaced her sweaty fingers around the back of my equally sweaty neck and raised her knees up under my armpits again, ensuring a tighter fit, presumably to avoid any spillage. I put my hands on her hips and twitched in ecstasy. She wiggled her hips, attempting to further grind her nooky into me and tighten the seal. My orgasm seemed to last forever and Laurinda didn't hide her impatience. "Geez, when's the last time you whacked off." I laughed and she shook her head, looking down at our crotches, which were still completely covered by her wrinkled up and now, sweat and pussy juice stained, dress.

"Okay, I think that's it." My cock stopped twitching so violently and my balls felt totally drained. I let me hands drop to my sides. Laurinda raised herself up slightly, held up her dress and pressed it flat against her stomach again. I saw my cock buried deep in her muff and felt the feint onset of yet another orgasm. She looked around on her desk and then leaned back and reached into her top desk drawer with her left hand. Her groin pressed harder into mine again. The sweet sensation began to return to my crotch.

"Uh." I put my hands back on her hips.

"Hang on a sec. I gotta get something in case it drips out." Laurinda's left hand emerged from the drawer holding a wad of napkins. "Here, take some of these and hold them around your cock when I get off." I took the napkins and as she carefully raised herself up, I wrapped them around my shaft. She held the other napkins at the ready right over her cunt hole. As soon as she was off of my dick, she covered her hole with the napkins and stepped back, bowlegged, inspecting the fabric of our chair and the carpet. "Good." She sighed and hobbled over to the chair where she had tossed her panties. She replaced the napkins with her wadded up panties. Laurinda continued to hold up her dress. She looked down at crotch and wiped her hairy labia with her panties. "Shit."

"What's the matter?" I stared at her twat.

"It's dripping." She shook her head and wiped. My jizz seeped out of her pussy and collected in her bush and soaked her panties as she wiped them up and down her slit. I was fascinated by the scene unfolding in front of me. The sweetness in my groin increased. I tossed the napkin roll that I had hastily assembled at Laurinda's request on her desk. Then, I clenched my dick, clammy with Laurinda's juices and my spunk.

"Oh, shit!" I writhed in the chair against the ecstasy. My attraction to her was startling. I jumped out of the chair and aimed my cock at her, my buttocks clenching down tightly until my prostate gave way again.

"No!" Laurinda looked up just in time to see the first thick stream of jizz headed her way. My cock bucked in my grip. She flinched as the jizz splashed in her hair, face and mouth. Each successive squirt was less powerful and landed lower on her person with the last few streams crawling back in a line across the carpet.

"Ahhhhh!" I closed my eyes in complete satisfaction. When I opened them, Laurinda was staring angrily at me with my jizz running down her face staining her dress. She had let go of her panties, which were on the floor, but oddly enough, continued to hold up her dress as if to demonstrate the full effect of my premature ejaculations. My cum seemed to flow more freely from Laurinda's twat, probably because she relaxed her muscles. It was useless trying to protect the carpet now. My semen ran down her thighs and around her calves.

"You're a fucking asshole." Laurinda made me wipe my cum off of the carpet while she cleaned herself off in the bathroom. The jizz stains on the carpet would require professional cleaning, though. Laurinda returned from the bathroom. She had wet her dress in several areas, attempting to remove evidence of my jizz. She looked at me. "That was single handedly the worst lay I've ever had, if you can even consider it a lay." Laurinda laughed, gathering up some papers and her briefcase.

"Have a ni, nice weekend, Laurinda." I was nervous again as I walked towards the door.

"Oh, and by the way" Laurinda looked up at me. "you're fired, dickhead."

I left the offices of D&H that day never to return. That may have been single handedly Laurinda's worst lay, but it was, by far, my best termination.



The Attraction



"Are you Mr.Sudharshan"

I looked around to see him. He was standing on the steps.

"I am his son, Arun. He was out of station. What can I do for you?" I asked.

He flashed me a smile. It had a frankness and warmth that I found, even in those first few moments of knowing him, really attractive.

"I saw the Ad in Hindu and came to see the house for sale" he said and smiled again. It really was captivating. He was a handsome guy, probably in his mid-twenties like me. Tall and slim with short curly hair. Just the fantastic body to match the smile like that.

I requested him to come in and take a look around the house.

"Thank you" he said and came in.

I smiled. I found myself hoping that he found my smile as pleasant as I found his.

He said, "I'm Rishab, by the way. Rishab Mehta"

We walked halfway down the hallway to the foot of the stairs. A couple of doors led off from his right and left. I said, "So where do you want to get started... upstairs or down...?"

He couldn't stop himself from smiling slightly and I grinned at him. He coolly said, "I'm in your hands, Arun..." .

I nodded, still smiling at him. I couldn't work out if he would be up for anything more than flirting, but it seemed very possible.

I said, "As you like it, Rishab"

He said, "In that case, how about looking downstairs?"

"Sounds good to me."

He moved in front of me and I followed him. He was wearing a dark suit, but his had quite a tight cut and showed his butts off very nicely. It looked round and firm inside

his charcoal grey trousers and the flap at the back of his jacket was raised up over the bulge it made.

My interest in him increased. I followed him down the hall and into the kitchen at the end of it.

The kitchen was spacious but the slab and sink were in need of repair work. He said, "It's a good size for a kitchen, but would obviously need some attention..." 

I looked around and muttered, "I can give plenty of attention where it's needed."

I casually glanced at his face as I took in the room. He was staring at me, that same half-smile on his face.

I said, "I mean, the repair works are minor and I myself can repair them in no time and 

... I am very good at handling tools."

He nodded slowly, maintaining his smile and staring intently at my face as if trying to discern my meaning from it. I remained impassive. Pleasant but ambiguous.

After a few seconds I asked, "Do you want to take a look at the garden and the shed?"

"Sounds pretty cool."

I struggled to find the key to the back door and I realised, from his intense stare, that he was as attracted to me as I was to him.

When he'd opened the door and we'd walked outside he asked, "You're pretty versatile, then?"

"Oh... absolutely. A jack of all trades."

We walked down the weedy narrow garden to the car shed. It was starting to get dark. As I opened the shed door, he asked, "Which trade do you prefer?"

"Each has its own advantages and disadvantages... it's difficult to say."

He stared at me again, his eyes steadfast on mine, and then we went inside the shed. The air inside was heavy with the smell of petrol. The evening light coming through the dirty cracked window was pretty dim but not so dim that we couldn't see each other.

The bike key he held slipped from his hands. As he bent for it, his shirt rode up revealing his butts pressing tightly against the material of his pant.

Even in the dim light I could see the outline of the hems of his underwear, a small tight pair of briefs by the look of them, making ridges against the twinned peaches of his buttocks. He found the key and bent further forward to take another piece of metal lying there. His butt cheeks opened slightly and strained even more against the thin material. I wanted to bury my face into it; to smell the musky odour of his butts and cock.

My cock rose stiffened rapidly in response to my musings. I guess it must have been pointing downwards inside my own underwear because it struggled painfully to rise upwards against their confines.

I switched the light and, still bending, he turned his face towards me. I looked at his face and saw from his smile that he'd seen me staring at his backside.

Then he stood up and turned to face me.

He asked, glancing around at the shed to obscure his meaning, "Do you like what you see?"

I nodded. "Without a doubt."

I unbuttoned my shirt and he looked down at my crotch. My restricted cock made an obvious mound between my fly and my right pocket. Even though it was mostly hard, it was being forced downwards by my the material of my briefs and so it's shape was that of a thick, prominent, downwardly-curving rod. Kind of like a banana in the front of my trousers.

I asked him, "Do you like what you see, Rishab?"

He giggled . "Yeah! I mean, it looks a bit cramped..."

Even though he was looking at my crotch I guess he could still have been talking about the shed. Both it and my briefs seemed a bit confined right then.

He looked into my eyes again. His were a deep, dark blue. His face became serious and he searched my face for some kind of clue. I could see him wondering, could almost feel the uncertainty clouding his mind.

I realised he was thinking that, if he reached out for my dick and it turned out that he'd misinterpreted what had been innocent remarks, he'd be in danger of being beaten up and maybe even losing his job. I had all the best cards in my hand: it wasn't fair of me to expect him to make the first move.

So I reached down and rubbed my bulge through the black material of my trousers. I ran my palm across it, gently coaxing and caressing it. 

I whispered, "I'd really appreciate it..."

He was staring at what I was doing to the outline of my cock, captivated by it. I moved my hand to one side and pushed my groin towards him, inviting him to take over.

He reached over towards me and then stopped with his fingers just a couple of centimetres away from my trousers. I looked up at his face and found that he was staring into my eyes, quizzically; even now doubting my motives.

I nodded my encouragement.

He completed the journey and his fingers found there way onto my cock. He kneaded it between them, playing his fingers over the thickened rod as if it were dough. His touch was bold and confident, his pressure firm, as he rubbed and squeezed its curved length.

I laughed, "You're gonna have to take it out... it's getting painful being cooped up in there..."

He smiled and reached for my zip.

He said, gently, "I'm guessing that this isn't the first time, Arun...?"

"Not exactly..."

"But you are generally straight?"

I smiled as he pulled down my zip. My cock was straining so hard against the material that he had a lot of difficulty getting the zip down.

I said, "I don't go in for labels. I'm generally me."

When he'd managed to get the zip all the way down and pulled my cock out, he held it gently inside the grey cotton of my briefs. It felt good to be released and it rapidly reached full size in his hand.

He stared into my eyes again. Then gave me some more of that smile. It never lost its impact.

He rubbed my cock through the material of my briefs, making long strokes to take in the entirety of its length, Then he grinned and pulled the front of my briefs down, exposing my naked cock. The red head of it looked shiny and wet, the light-bulb above us reflected in the moisture covering it.

He knelt down in front of me, as if in awe of my eight inch cock.

He said, "Do you go in for being sucked?"

I laughed. "And the rest!"

He laughed too and looked up at me with those beautiful eyes of his showing warmth and affection.

Then he put his lips around the end of my cock, tasting the wetness of the slick red head and licking it gently with his tongue.

I grabbed the back of head and pulled him further onto it, forcing five or six inches of its length into his mouth. He made a few gagging motions but these rapidly subsided as his throat became used to the intrusion.

I said, "Suck it, Rishab," and he willingly complied, gently groaning in pleasure as he noisily worked his mouth along the length of my stem.

I kept holding his head, allowing him to withdraw so that only the head of my cock was inside him, but then pulling him towards me with each inward stroke, trying to force more of my cock into him each time he lunged forwards. He would occasionally gag and try to pull back, but I think he managed to get about seven inches into his mouth.

His mouth felt fantastic: soft, warm and extremely wet, the taste of my precum seemed to make him salivate copiously. He was literally drooling on it, his dribbling lips open wide to accommodate the broad stem.

He reached up with his left hand and grabbed my through the material of my trousers. He gripped my right butt cheek and started squeezing it, working his fingers into the seat of my trousers, finding his way into my crack. If only girls would take the initiative so readily! 

I looked down and noticed that his right hand was on the large bulge at the front of his grey trousers. He'd hitched his shirt up a bit to afford himself access, and was rubbing gently at the mound his cock was making just to the left of his fly.

He was getting turned on by sucking me off: the sight of that made my cock swell even further and stiffen to full-size in his mouth.

He pulled back from me, resisting my attempts to force him back onto my cock and removed his hand from my butts. He held my cock with it, still gently massaging his own bulge, just kneeling there, staring at it in his hand.

He looked up at me and grinned. His lips were wet with his spit and my precum. I felt so aroused to have just had my cock penetrating such a beautiful mouth.

He said, "You've got an amazing cock, Arun!"

I smiled back at him. "I think it would express the same sentiments about your mouth..."

His eyes turned to look back at my cock, throbbing in front of his face. A dribble of precum leaked from the puckered slit on the fat red head and he leaned forwards to hungrily lap it up.

Then, with both hands, he pulled the front of my trousers further down and released my balls from the confines of my briefs. They dangled over the top of my open zip, loose and heavy within my fuzzily-haired scrotum. 

He grabbed my cock again, directed it upwards against the front of my shirt, and, to my surprise, lunged forwards to bury his face in the warm, wrinkled ball sac. He started licking at it, swirling his tongue around both of my balls, moving them around inside my scrotum with his tongue. His other hand returned to his own cock and started rubbing it again, his rhythm far quicker than before.

The sensation was a bit odd because it was unfamiliar: girls, and most guys for that matter, just aren't into balls. I'd heard other guys make jokes about ball-licking or scrotum-sucking but had always thought of it as something you might try, find a bit weird and then never return to.

But Rishab really loved it. He took one of my balls into his mouth, licking it and rolling it around with his tongue and then moved across to the other and did the same. I could feel his breath against the base of my cock, coming out in short rapid bursts. He was getting really excited by this, relishing the sensation of having the sources of my sperm, of my manhood, inside his mouth.

I liked it too, but more from the fact that he was getting so into it than from the physical feel of it. I pushed his hand away from my cock and started masturbating it, opening my legs and pushing my hips forwards slightly to drive my balls further into his face. I ground them into him and he groaned his appreciation.

He impatiently pulled my trousers and briefs further down my thighs and worked his tongue downwards, underneath my balls. He pushed it forwards between my thighs, working it into the sweaty hairy cleft and, with my free hand, I grabbed the back of his head, egging him on. As if encouraged, he started pushing it in, running it along the valley between my balls and my lovehole, licking it like he was feeding from it.

I buckled my knees and pushed my hips further towards him, allowing him access to my hole. My hand speeded up on my cock and I gripped it as hard as I could, masturbating it roughly. I loved the feel of his tongue between my legs; loved the anticipation of where it was headed. 

But before it got there, as it was on the verge of reaching its prize, he pulled out and stood up.

He stood face-to-face with me, his expression serious. 

I thought that he'd had second thoughts about what we were doing; that he was going to back out. I didn't know what to say.

But then he put his arms around me, pulling me forwards and towards him, and pressed the large hard mound at the front of his grey trousers into my cock.

Grinding it into me, he said, "Did you lock the front door."

I wanted him. I felt a desperate urge to have him lick my hole and then to turn him around and fuck his butts right here in the shed. I really needed it and everything else was irrelevant.

I snapped, "Fuck the door. No one's going to bother us."

He smiled. I kept smiling at him and then I said, "It's not my fault if you've got a very fuckable butts, Rishab"

He looked pleased. "Well... if we go and lock the door, then maybe you'll have the opportunity to get better acquainted with it, Arun..."

That sounded like a pretty good offer. "Okay."

As I pulled my trousers back up and zipped the fly, I noticed that the front of his jacket was wet with dribbles of my precum from where he'd been pressing himself against me.

As we left the shed and made our way back up the garden path in the near-darkness, I said. "you're really handsome Rishab". He certainly looked very young; his face was resh, his attitude almost boyish.

We walked through the kitchen and down the hallway my bedroom. Leaving him there I went to lock the front door. When I came back to my bedroom found Rishab was partly bending over, inspecting the results of his efforts, and I walked up behind him and rubbed the bulge of my mostly-limp cock between the twin mounds of his butts.

My cock was gradually coming back to life and he could no doubt feel it becoming more solid as it pressed into him. "You know, Rishab, your butts seems even more fuckable looking at it as you're bending over..."

He smiled his beautiful smile. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Makes me want to pull the back of your trousers and ram my cock up there..."

He chuckled and faked a camp voice. "Oooh you've such a way with words, Arun"

I reached round his hips and felt the mound his cock and balls were making in the front of his trousers. His cock felt really good - large and thick - and I told him so.

He said, "You like dicks?"

"Absolutely. All shapes, all sizes, but especially nice big ones like yours..."

He laughed as I kept stroking his developing bulge. His cock continued to develop inside the confines of his trousers and my own did the same, pressing insistently into his butts cleft. I gently rubbed the length of his rod, now feeling far more solid and becoming

wonderfully thick, between my thumb and forefinger. I felt it stiffening further in response and squeezed it with more pressure through the dark grey material. He gasped quietly and then bent further forwards, pushing his butts more firmly into my cock and then grinding it against me.

I moved my fingers up to his belt and quickly undid it. Then I unbuttoned the waistband of his trousers, unzipped his fly and reached in to feel the warm, hard rod now making a tent in the front of his white briefs.

I reached into the slit in the front his briefs and, with a little difficulty, pulled his large fat cock out through it. It was a similar length to my own but far thicker. It felt heavy and meaty in my hand: it was exciting to find such a large, thick well-developed man-cock on a boyish guy like Rishab.

His foreskin covered the head of his cock completely. It was pleasure to see an erect cock, and especially an erect cock of the size of Rishab's. I immediately wrapped my fingers around its stem and gently stroked his cock.

He fell back into me, his neck against my chin. It smelt of shampoo with faint traces

of his body spray. I kissed his neck while squeezed his cock.

I felt his own cock stiffen and thicken to full size at the prospect of him fucking me. I liked that. I moved in towards his ear and licked it a little with the tip of my tongue.

Then I whispered, "As long as I get to go first..."

He chuckled and his cock stiffened even more. "First... second... third... you can have as many goes as you like...!"

I pulled the top of his trousers down to his upper thighs, revealing the back of his tightly-fitting briefs. His butt cheeks looked firm and round inside the thin material and I let go of his cock so that I could feel them. For a few seconds I was content to explore their solid, muscular curves through the seat of his briefs, but I rapidly tired of doing that

and felt I needed a more intimate understanding of them.

I pushed my fingers up through the legs of his briefs and worked my fingers around on the warm, smooth flesh of his buttocks, relishing the sensation of doing so inside his underwear. I loved the idea that I was feeling them almost as they would be during his day: wrapped up snugly within the white cotton material of his underpants.

I worked my thumbs into his butt crack, groping through the light fuzz of hair inside it, and quickly found his hole. It felt hot and moist; slightly sticky, even. I could almost smell and taste the sweaty, pungent atmosphere inside his cleft; could imagine how firmly his muscular ring would grip my cock. My mouth watered and my cock ached.

I knelt down behind him and stared at his butts as I kneaded his cheeks inside my palms like they were made of dough. Then I moved my thumbs back into his cleft but this time pushed them slightly into his hole. 

I said, "You've got beautiful butts, ... it's absolutely fantastic."

He giggled. "A lot of guys have said it's my best feature..."

Despite his amusement, I was more serious. "Your face is beautiful. Your smile is out-of-this-world. Your cock is amazing. Your butt has a lot of competition if it wants to be your best feature..."

He giggled. It sounded kind of cute. Then he said, "Well, why don't you fuck it, Arun?"

I stood up and went over to him. I put my left arm around his waist and gently ran the fingers of my right through his dark brown hair. I moved my fingers down his forehead and caressed them along the ridges of his eyebrows. His dark blue eyes looked at me with developing trust and affection.

I pushed my fingers further into him, feeling the soft, hot passage of his rectum snaking its way deep into him. He gasped again.

I withdrew them slightly and then pushed them in again. He moaned in appreciation and I did it again. He pushed back against my hand, obviously enjoying the sensation of me finger-fucking him. 

I started fingering him more quickly, pushing in and withdrawing in rapid succession. Above the sound of my wrist slapping against his pale buttocks, I heard him groan a grateful "Aaah, yes!".

I pushed my face nearer to his butt cheeks and I kissed his butt cheeks, feeling their silky smoothness against my lips and nose. Then I roamed around them with my mouth, moving from one buttock to the other while my fingers continued their work, driving rapidly in and out of his hole. I loved the sensation of having this part of Rishab, the part

that he usually kept covered and unseen, pressing into my face and against my lips.

I pulled my fingers out of his hole and moved them down to my waiting cock. My fingers were slick and sticky with the juices from his butts and I rubbed them over the swollen head of my cock as if allowing it a taste of the meal it was about to enjoy.




The Attraction



Carol hadn't always been this big, well not as big as she was now. She had always been a curvy girl and at the age of 18 this was something that had attracted her first husband to her. Well two things actually, the two that stood proud and big on her chest had definitely attracted him to her. Indeed she had been proud of her 36DD's at that young tender age and used them as her greatest asset when wanting things to happen, particularly when dealing with men of all ages. But then as the years had gone by and her and her husband had parted ways she had been alone for some time now. And she missed him, but not just him, she missed sex. Now at 41, time had still been good to her and she had the appearance in looks of a woman of mid thirties. And whilst she used to slip into a size 10 easily she was now onto a size 16.

But Carol could still attract the eyes of men; it just seemed to her that none of them wanted more than to look at her glorious curves. And now she sat in her bedroom alone, in front of her mirror looking sad and feeling lonely. She had been invited to a party of one of the girls that she worked with who was celebrating her 21st Birthday. Carol knew she would be one of the oldest there but still wanted to look good for the event as she gazed at her shape thinking of what she could wear to accomplish this feat.

Reaching into her drawer she pulled out a pair of lace topped hold up stockings in black and slid one onto each of her plump legs. After finally getting them on and adjusted correctly, she stood and slid her size 40G bra over her shoulders while harnessing her massive fat breasts in place! She stared at herself in the mirror for several seconds until the tears finally began streaming down her cheeks onto her chest! Never in her whole life had she felt so alone, and she was sure that it was her size that drove men away from her! Earlier in the day after her shower when she stepped on the scales it read 190 pounds, and for a woman standing five feet two inches tall she knew that she was overweight! 

But concentrating on the evening ahead she quickly wiped the tears away and pulled on a black satin dress, and headed off to the bus stop, hoping that at least she would enjoy herself tonight and no doubt head home alone again.

She was lost in thought as the bus rumbled through the streets when her mobile phone suddenly brought her back to reality with its shrill tone. She lifted it up and flipped it open.

"Hello?"

"Oh hi!" Said the male voice. "I was looking to speak to Carol?"

"Who is this?" Carol said before confirming her identity.

"Oh yeah sorry!" Said the voice. "It's Paul, not sure if you remember me but I was in the Army with Tom, we met a few times when he, or you were based in Germany?

Carol's thoughts were immediately taken back to her life as a younger lady married and living in a far off country and vaguely remembered a 'Paul'.

"Oh hello!" She said politely as she racked her brain to try to remember what he looked like.

"Listen, Tom gave me your number as I am in town tonight and over the next few days and told me to look you up." He paused. "I hope that's okay?"

"Ummm, yeah I suppose it is Paul!" Carol said. "But I am heading to a party in a pub tonight, ummmmm!" She thought for a while then continued thinking that if she invited him along then she could escape in the crowds if necessary. "Paul, we are going to the White Swan in Church Street, umm, you can come along if you want?"

There was silence on the phone then the voice came back. "Great Carol, yes of course. See you there then!"

Carol arrived at the pub and walked over to her work mate and handed her a present and card before having a cocktail thrust into her hand by another of the girls from work. Sipping it she looked cautiously around the pub in case she would recognize the mysterious phone call but to no avail and was regretting inviting him to the party. It was when she was on her second drink that she felt a tap on her bare shoulder and turned to see a smiling stranger, or was he a stranger? As her mind went back in time once again she suddenly realised who Paul was. He had been a good friend of her husband Tom's and had always seemed to have the eye for her in those early days, and she admitted, her for him too. Her face broke into a smile as they greeted each other warmly.

"So where are you staying Paul?" Carol asked. 

"At the Blue Range Hotel." He replied! 

"And what about a Mrs............ummmmm!" She enquired but he cut her off in mid sentence. "There is no Mrs Rooney!" He replied quickly. "Never has been, just still waiting to meet the right person I guess!" He smiled at her and looked around the room. "It's busy isn't it?" 

She nodded in agreement as she sipped her third cocktail of the evening.

"Listen Carol, do you fancy going somewhere else? Perhaps for dinner?"

Carol's eyes lit up and she readily agreed before going to see the birthday girl and made her excuses.

"So!" Paul asked. "How was the steak?"

"Cooked perfectly thanks." Carol smiled brightly back seeing a twinkle in the grey blue eyes of her companion. "Yours?"

"Very good too!" He replied with a grin. "But not nearly as good as the company!" 

Suddenly embarrassed at his boldness, Carol could feel the red rising in her cheeks, but with her eyes cast down she answered softly. "I feel the same way too. It's been a lovely evening." She smiled up at him, her deep brown eyes smoldering.

As the evening drew to an end Paul smiled again at Carol as he settled the bill. "Can I share a taxi with you?" He suggested and this was greeted with a smile of agreement. As they climbed into the taxi Paul almost instinctively put his arm around her shoulder, and as if it were the most natural thing in the world, kissed her softly on the cheek. She felt a warmth rising in her body and turned her face to his and their lips met. Almost immediately she melted into his arms as the kiss grew more passionate, and her mind started reeling as she felt his hand move slowly up her side until it came to rest on one of her full heavy breasts! 

Looking her in the eye Paul whispered. "Cold?" 

She shook her head and tilted it just right, hoping that he would kiss her again, which of course he did! This time, however, their tongues probed back and forth into each others' mouths causing each of them to groan softly as the passion slowly grew in both of them! He stared into her deep brown eyes, kissed her again and asked. "Would you care to come back to my room for a nightcap?" She kissed him again, this time with more urgency, and after they came up for air, Paul tapped on the back of the driver's seat and ordered him to take them to the hotel. 

Almost nervously but full of longing and pride Carol walked arm in arm with her friend to the lift and he pressed the button. Moments later they were inside and neither said anything to each other as it rose. Inside the room Carol went to the window to look out over the city and Paul came up behind her.

"It's a lovely view!" She said.

"Not half as lovely as you, Carol!" She said as he slid her arms around her and kissed her softly on the back of her neck. She knew they were moving too fast, and for the first time since leaving the restaurant she stopped him.

"Paul, wait. I'll admit that I'm very attracted to you, but I want you to know that I'm not the kind of girl who lets strange men pick her up!"

Now staring again into her eyes, he gently pulled her to him and whispered softly into her ear. "You're the first woman I've been out with in over a year, and believe me I've had other chances but you're the first one I've felt like spending my time with!" He paused. "And, well...............................!"

"And?" She said softly.

"God Carol, you never knew how attracted I was to you in the old days did you?" Her cheeks reddened as he spoke.

"I couldn't stop thinking about and wanked myself stupid every night with you in my mind." He kissed her again.

"And I couldn't wait to see you again and that's the reason I am in town!"

Carol's legs wobbled slightly as he kissed the nape of her neck, and when he began nibbling on her ear she lost all of her resolve as he ran his hands slowly up her front and started to gently knead her massive soft tit flesh through her dress. 

"And Carol.........................!" He continued as he turned her around. "I've always wanted you but none more so than right now!"

He turned her away from him and after unhooking the single catch at the top of her dress he slowly lowered the zipper hold the back of her dress together until it came to rest just below her waistline! Panic was beginning to fill Carol as she realized in the next minute or so she would have to show him over sized body, a prospect which she absolutely dreaded! 

"Don't you think we should turn off the lights?" She asked hopefully, "I'm a little embarrassed!"

"What about?" Paul asked as her dress slid to the floor leaving her in just her bra, panties and stockings. But Carol could tell by the satisfied sigh from her friend that he liked exactly what he saw and she just smiled.

"Turn around!" Paul suddenly ordered and Carol obeyed as Paul walked back and sat on the edge of the bed watching her.

She shivered slightly while his eyes devoured her voluptuousness, and unbelievably for the first time since the breakup of her marriage she was standing almost naked in front of a man! 

"You're so beautiful!" He breathed. "Now take off your panties!"

She obeyed.

"Now..........!" He smiled as he shifted on the bed. "Your bra!"

It fell to the floor silently.

He stood and breathed softly while taking in the sight he had dreamt of for so many years. He walked towards her, repeating the word beautiful over and over again. With his hands out in front of him he took her huge breasts in his hands and hefting them as if to see if one weighed more than the other.

"Fuck!" He said!

With her pussy oozing juice like a leaky tap, Carol tried desperately to keep her mind on the rapidly changing events, but hearing a man call her beautiful was the most wonderful thing she had ever experienced! But that was quickly to change when Paul leaned over and greedily nursed on one of her over ripe nipples with a deep sucking motion!

"Oh my fucking god!" She gasped at the incredible sensations that were coursing through her body. "That feels wonderful, ooh please, and don't stop, oh please, just keep sucking it!" 

He chuckled a little as he let her breast flop back onto her round tummy. He looked up at her, a cheeky grin on his face. "Is that all you want? Just to get your nipples sucked?" He smiled. "Cos I can do that all night long!"

"Ummmmm!" Was all that she could say, as Paul led her by the hand over to the King Sized bed. 

He gently pushed her down on her back with her legs spread wide apart! Her huge breasts slid off her chest, resting on her upper arms while her incredibly dark haired muff began to puff open in a state of complete arousal! Whilst never taking his eyes off of her pussy, he slowly began undressing. All those years of waiting and hoping were now coming to fruition, it wasn't as if she had been saving herself for this moment, but now she was glad that she was old enough to appreciate every second of the experience! When he was finally down to his boxers, she held her breath in anticipation, almost like a child waiting to open the first present on Christmas morning! Her breathing was now coming in short shallow bursts, and just to tease her a bit, he took his time to let the tension in her body grow even more intense! 

The and only then did he release his boxers and his huge thick cut cock bounced into view as he watched her body literally quiver with desire! He reached down and plunged his finger into her burning pussy, causing her to groan and thrust her pelvis into his hand! "My, my!" He said softly. 

"Paul I'm on fire, please help me!" She gasped.

Carol was going out of her mind with lust. "My god!" She moaned as her hand automatically went to her pussy and she looked at his cock. "It's so fucking huge!" 

"A big cock for my big girl!" He laughed and directing his massive thick cock head directly at her seeping pussy lips he mounted her and she whimpered with a mixture of pain at his girth but pleasure at the longing for this to happen. She almost begged him to be gentle since it had been so long, but knew that as a man who had apparently always dreamt of this moment he would probably take her hard and fast! And slowly she felt the tip on his organ pressing insistently at her opening, gently at first, then more urgently as the heat began rising in his groin! 

"I'm finally going to fuck you Carol." He panted as he gazed down at her massive quivering breast flesh. "You just don't know how long I've waited for this moment!" He nuzzled her neck a little, and with one extra little push the head slid easily into her and he whispered into her ear. 

"From the moment I saw you I knew you were the one for me!" He purred to her satisfaction as she bit down on her lower lip with lust in her body. There was a flash of mild pain as his massive tool skewered her followed by the most incredible feeling of fullness she could have ever imagined. 

"And I knew Tom would be fucking you and I was so jealous!" Paul continued as he started a deep but slow rhythm inside her.

"I bet he couldn't make you feel like I will now!" He whispered again as he thrust harder and deeper into her meeting him with a thrust of her hips.

"Oh god no!" She purred back. "Never!"

Slowly at first, then faster and faster his stroking became as the long awaited orgasm started to rise in her before engulfing her body like a warm blanket on cold night!

"I don't believe it!" She moaned. "It feels so wonderful, just being filled to the brim with your perfect cock! Oh fuck, I'm cumming over and over again!" She squirmed as she held her hands on her fat breast flesh squeezing her nipples hard as she did.

And for Paul it was wonderful too. He had waited so long, with so much desire in his heart for Carol. And for the first time in his life he had what he had always desired, a woman with her huge breasts, a round soft belly, fat bottom, and of course her beautiful full face all combined to turn him on more than any other shape of woman could. He was lost in the moment as was she and instinctively she could sense the increased tension in his cock as he ever so slightly increased the pace of his fucking! 

"You're going to cum, aren't you Paul!" She gasped. While his eyes rolled back into his head and a state of total abandon took over him he panted through clenched teeth!

"I'm cumming so hard, and I'm filling up the girl of my dreams with all of my cum!" 

"Oh, god!" She moaned loudly. "You're filling me with your cum! Oh my god, yesssssssssssssssss!" Another orgasm ripped through her plump body. The cock lurched hard several times as shot after shot of hot cum blasted deep into hot cunt, driving both of them to heights neither of them had ever reached before!

"And I thought you might have wanted to cum on these?" Carol smiled as she held her breasts, the flesh overflowing her hands. She looked up at her lover as they lay on top the bed together. Then she saw his cock, that had wilted for some time suddenly start to harden again as it grew in girth and length.

"Oh I am!" He said smiling as he lifted himself up. "Right now...!



The Attraction Of Anal Explained



Many wonder about the obsession of anal sex and when viewed from a purely superficial standpoint, I guess I could see why one questions the attraction to the act. Clearly, other sexual acts are acceptable outlets for our sexuality and if you want to get kinky there are sex toys, oral sex and positions to explore, right? Why all the curiosity about anal?

Well, to be honest that's how my wife and I felt too. Then we discovered the real secret behind it.

There was a time when sex was suppressed by puritanical thought to the point that the mere act of the missionary position was felt to be the ultimate expression of intimacy. But humans grow and they explore. But it's not about exploring as much as it's about growing.

How did we discover the forbidden pleasures? Well, it started by accident.

My wife, Jennifer and I have always had wonderful sex. She's brunette, shapely legs and full breasts. Her ass is compact and tight – its what attracted me to her in college. I work out, bench press quite a bit and have somewhat of a six-pack abdomen going on. But we're far from jocks despite our regular routines in the gym.

We both finished college with honors and have always explored our sexuality. In college, she even experimented with some lesbianism (telling me the details of course) and I've felt open enough to masturbate for her visual pleasure on occasion. So we experiment, explore and talk about how we feel and what we want. But that's not what opened our thoughts to the forbidden fruit.

Jennifer was riding me like a cowgirl one evening. It was a favorite position in which she could grind her clitoris into me while receiving maximum penetration from my above average dick. I, on the other hand, could last longer with her on top than in any other position when making love to my beauty.

During this particular occasion, I was gripping her ass cheeks as she gyrated on my dick. I began to lift my hips to fuck her more deeply and kept grabbing each ass cheek to help her fuck me harder and harder.

My fingers soon found their way between the cheeks of her ass and her asshole began bumping my finger. Jennifer began to moan and I noticed she moaned louder with each bump of her ass on my fingertip.

Her juices were flowing well and the wetness generated from our fucking wet my finger that was now deep between her ass cheeks. I could feel my dick sliding in and out of her pussy as we fucked.

Then by accident, as I ran a finger up the crevice of her ass – her asshole seemed to suck my finger inside as it passed over the opening. My first realization was that I was able to grip her compact pelvis more aptly with my finger inserted in her ass like a grip on a bowling ball.

But her realization was that she immediately started cumming and I mean immediately. It was liked I had touched the launch button as she rocketed to orgasm bringing me quickly with her.

Later she admitted it was the sensation of being penetrated there that did it. But we didn't say much more than that, writing it off as just another great evening of hot sex.

The next time we had sex was within the next few days. She was so hot. We had teased each other all day and she at one point asked if I was going to push her button again.

So we were rolling around in bed naked and enthralled with each other. I literally could eat this beautiful creature and that's what I did.

She spread those shapely legs and my mouth found her wetness. The aroma of her pussy was intoxicating and the taste sweet. I fucked the sheets of the bed below me as I French-kissed my gorgeous wife's pussy as I lay between her legs with my mouth pressed tightly against her mound of flesh– slipping my tongue deep within her before sucking her clitoris then piercing her with my tongue again.

Jennifer moaned. She splayed her legs wide and lifted her hips toward my mouth encouraging me to devour her even more.

"Oh, honey yes." She said as she gripped the sheets beside her.

I wanted her – more of her. My hands wrapped under her thighs which I would kiss teasingly only for her to beg me to eat her some more. She was vocal that evening gasping for me to lap her juices, to eat her and to give her more.

It was one of those moments you recognize if you've ever experienced it. A moment when the two of you are giving yourselves fully to each other and the rest of the world no longer exists. For that moment there is no one else, no shame, no good, no bad, nothing – nothing but the two of you and nothing matters but pleasure, sharing and giving.

I licked the full length of her pussy. She moaned.

I kissed it and she lifted her pussy for more. I ran my tongue down the length of her pussy again and she moaned even more becoming less vocal and more breathless.

She spread her thighs as wide as possible to allow as much access as she could. Her pussy was lovely and I continued to lick it and kiss her thighs and ass cheeks below. 

You really get to recognize each others responses and I noticed that the lower my licks and kisses explored – the more Jennifer moaned and the more she lifted herself to meet those explorations.

Suddenly, there was her asshole as if I'd never seen it before. It was pink – puckered and strangely seductive. Forbidden was not the attraction. On the contrary, it was forbidden for anyone but me. Jennifer was above me moaning and writhing on the bed and she clearly was inviting me to do whatever to her body that I wished and that she desired. And it was clear that nothing was forbidden.

I was suddenly filled with intense desire for her. I wanted all of her.

I licked the rim. Jennifer moaned.

I kiss her asshole. She purred.

I ran my tongue around the puckered edge. She gasped and her moan turned to a low guttural sound that was almost inhuman.

If there was any hint that I was being attracted to a forbidden region, that fear subsided as she reached down and grasped the cheeks of her ass and spread them wide so I could explore to my hearts content. So I did.

I began to French-kiss her ass but unlike her pussy my tongue would only penetrate so far. So I licked and kissed my way around her most personal orifice and she groaned with every lick. Soon I inserted a finger, then two – lubricated by the wetness that rolled down from her pussy.

"Fuck me, honey. Put your dick in there." She said.

I started to get up and get some lube but Jennifer pulled me up between her legs, grabbed my dick and shoved it in her pussy. Her pussy was hot and wet. But as soon as my dick was completed lubricated with her pussy – she gripped the base of my dick and pulled it out of her then aimed the head at her ass.

I managed to reach a tube of lube with my hand as she ran the head of my dick around her asshole as if loosening the rim. Squeezing a glob of lube from the tube between us, she smeared it quickly on my dick and I grasped the base of my dick and focused the glistening tip toward the folds of her asshole.

Penetrating her was incredibly easy. Jennifer wanted me inside her badly and she accepted my dick readily. The head popped over the rim of her ass and she gasped before lifting her hips to allow me to probe deeper within her.

It was tight and warm. I remember looking down and watching the pink flesh of my dick slowly glide between the folding flesh of her asshole. Each fold enveloped the girth of my dick then gripped it like a vise.

Her pussy was in full view. It glistened. Then it occurred to me that our union was even more personal than if I were fucking her pussy. I was penetrating her in a manner that she had not allowed anyone to penetrate before me.

What's more is that society even forbid such a union. The penetration was taboo. It was as if reserved for a sacred few who dared cross the limits of sexuality.

Jennifer would tell me later that it was incredibly sensual and she felt she was giving herself to me for the first time. It was as if society had trivialized the pussy to such an extent as to minimize the importance of the act of fucking in the traditional manner. To the point that her asshole was the last horizon – the forbidden fruit and the ultimate act of submission – of giving – of sharing.

I fucked Jennifer's ass slow and full that evening – fascinated with each stroke as if fucking her for the first time. Jennifer said she felt like a virgin that day.

Quickly, my balls contracted – the shaft of my dick pulsated and Jennifer's ass quivered in unison. Stars flashed before my eyes. Jennifer reached down and rubbed her pussy then gasped with her mouth open and her eyes closed.

We came together. Her ass began to spasm with each wave of orgasm and my dick showered her forbidden tunnel with white cream. I collapsed in her arms and we lay there for what seemed forever.

I didn't withdraw my dick from her ass - not purposefully at least. I wanted it to stay and I think she did as well. It slowly softened and slipped gradually from within the folds from which it entered, plopping against the cheeks of her ass.

"I'm wet." She said with a smile.

"Wet?"

"I feel you running out of my ass."

I looked and sure enough there was white cum oozing from her pink flesh. 

"I'm sorry." I said. It was all I could think of.

"You better not be sorry."

And that's how it all began. It was how we learned the secret and what this anal stuff was all about. It might have happened by accident but that accident was an intense attraction. It had nothing to do with anal sex and everything to do with the intimacy of it all.

And what could be more intimate and loving?



The Attraction Of Ice



The light was low, dusk having fallen as they lay together in bed. They'd made love earlier urgently, frantically, sating their hunger for each other. Now the fingers of one hand were interlaced, the others were lightly caressing each other's arms and shoulders as they took turns sharing stories about their day, reconnecting on another level.

It didn't seem to matter whether they were together often or, as it had been more recently, whether they'd been apart for days. When they first saw each other again that first kiss hello sparked their passion. They both knew they'd be together; the only question was how long they could wait.

They moved close to each other again. Their lips met softly, slowly, bodies pressing together. She pulled him close as he cupped her face in one hand, a tender gesture that made her sigh each time. He gently tugged on her lower lip with his teeth then kissed a path to her earlobe and down her neck to the hollow in her collar bone.

"Just a second," he whispered, then pulled away from her as he reached for the water glass on the nightstand. He took several swallows of the icy water, replaced the glass and moved back to her. "That's better," he murmured as he nuzzled her neck. His lips were cool from the water and she shivered with surprise and pleasure.

"You like that, do you?" he said with a smirk. "Let's see what else you might like." And with that he pulled away from her, pressing down on her shoulder so she was lying face down on the bed. He sat up and reached over her, again picking up the glass and taking a long swallow of water.

Pushing her hair to the side he leaned close to her, so close she could feel his cool breath on her skin. She expected to feel his lips cool against her skin and gasped when instead she felt an ice cube pressed against that spot on the back of her neck that made her knees go weak. "Hmmm," she heard from behind her. And then she felt the ice cube move slowly, slowly down her back, trailed by soft kisses. When he reached the small of her back he moved toward the nip of her waist, and she rolled onto her back, pulling him down to her.

He broke off their kiss to reach a third time for the icy water and this time brought an ice cube between his teeth, gently pushing it into her mouth and following it playfully around with his tongue in what she could only hope was a prelude of things to come.

Ah, kissing. Kissing between them was almost an art form. They could express comfort, passion, need, joy. When he kissed her she fell into him, lost her equilibrium. 

The ice cube melted, rivulets of now-warm water running down their chins. They didn't notice. Their kisses deepened; her fingers were splayed in his hair, his arm was under her, drawing her closer.

After a time he pulled away, dropping a couple of quick kisses in the hollow at the base of her throat. "I'll be right back," he said, leaving the bed and taking the water glass with him as he walked to the kitchen. She smiled when she heard ice cubes tumble into the glass and the tap run. When he returned to the bedroom he wore a knowing smile, raising the glass with a gleam in his eye.

Setting the glass down he straddled her then reached to withdraw a cube from the water. Placing it at the base of her throat he drew it straight down between her breasts before tracing a figure eight around them...first left, then right. Next he brought it to her nipple, the hunger in his eyes growing as it tightened from the cold. With a low growl he lowered his head and took it in his mouth. All the while he kept moving the ice cube around, around.

She'd closed her eyes, focusing all of her senses on the gentle scrape of his tongue against her skin and the smoothness of the ice cube as he traced patterns on her skin. As he began moving his hand lower across her abdomen her breath quickened, her stomach tightened and unconsciously she arched her back ever so slightly. Following his hand with his mouth he worked his way down her body. Moaning she reached for him to pull him back up to her, wanting, needing to kiss him, but he shrugged off her hands. Without raising his head he captured both of her wrists in his hands and pinned them to her side. "Uh, uh, uh," he said. "Not yet." He flicked his tongue on her skin a few more times, then sat up and reached for the glass. He withdrew another ice cube.

"Let's see what we can do with this."

She trembled with anticipation as she felt his cool hands reach for. He gave her a long, deep kiss while holding her head in his hands and stroking her hair. She was lost in the moment when she felt his still-cool hands on her abdomen and slowly, ever so slowly he began to caress her inner thighs with the ice cube. Without thinking or knowing it, her legs gently separated and her back began to arch as he playfully traced the ice cube along her thighs. The desire and need to have him was so powerful now she could barely stand it. As she returned from that momentary thought, she felt the coolness of the melting ice cube inside of her as he rhythmically moved it up and down. The sensation was unlike anything she could imagine and instantly she shook with pleasure so intense she thought the world would stop. As she gasped for breath and tried to recover, he began to push what was left of the ice cube in and out as well as up and down. With an energy she didn't know existed her body was immersed in wash of ecstasy that seemed to last a lifetime. 

After, as she closed her eyes to savor this beautiful moment in time- she felt him kiss her slowly on the neck and behind the ear. She pulled him closer and laced her hands behind his neck, bending him close so their foreheads touched, their eyes on each other's. "I love what you do to me," she whispered before pulling him to her. "I need you inside me, please." He pulled away just a bit, just enough to let her reach down and take him in her hand, gently guiding him to her.

She released her held breath when he entered her as she always did. That moment, that first stroke as he filled her, had no parallel. To her it signaled the beginning of a journey unlike any other, one during which they reaffirmed their connection to each other in a way no words, no other touch could. It was primal, yes, and it was the moment their emotions were most raw, most on display.

The world fell away as they moved together. They kissed, nipped each other's shoulders, burrowed in each other's necks as they pulled apart and came back together. He rolled onto his side and she followed, wrapping her top leg over him. A little further apart now they took advantage of the space to replace their lips with their hands, stroking each other's face, arms, chest. Her eyes sometimes followed the path of her hand but more often they were locked on his, watching them darken and grow hooded as his need grew. Their rhythm had slowed a bit but now he began to thrust more quickly, building to his climax. He reached around her waist, pulled her closer to him again as he spilled into her. They pressed together once, twice, thrice as he shuddered, her head bent to his chest, her hand grasping his forearm to hold him close, close.

Eventually their breathing slowed and their bodies relaxed. They remained entwined as they kissed gently, gently. Fingers interlaced, her head resting on his shoulder, they went to sleep.



The Attraction



At that point he was sweating and begging me to fuck him. I don't think there is anything more erotic than watching a hot, cut, fit man get off on what you're doing to him and begging for more. Lifting his legs, I positioned myself at his ring and pressed in. That was easier said than done. I wasn't larger than four fingers but the head was. 

His eyes went wide and he gasped as my head popped past his ring and his ass clamped down on me. His voice was a shallow sigh. "Oh, fuck... you're huge." His eyes looked a little glazed.

"You ok?"

He nodded. "Yeah... give me a moment."

I did, but it didn't feel like he was giving way. He needed to be distracted from the log that was stretching his ass. I bent down and bit one of his nipples. That did the trick; he cried out and arched up. My cock slid all the way in, in one slow slide. I held there for a minute as he adjusted around me. As I pulled back, it was as if my cock was linked to his diaphragm. I'd pulled back, he'd inhale; I'd push in, he'd exhale with a moan or sigh. I could tell he was really enjoying it because his body was trembling every time I slid back in.

"Oh, fuck... you're so thick..." He was moaning as I kept slowly sliding in and out. Then I found the right angle and rhythm and his eyes opened in amazement as I stroked past his prostate in ever increasing frequency. "Oh, oh God... fuuuuuck." His body convulsed and he shot all over himself without even handling his dick. I'd never managed a hands free orgasm. I was amazed. I was also only a few strokes away from the abyss myself. 

I flooded him with my seed and collapsed against him.. He held me, stroking my back as we came down from our highs. "That was, without a doubt, the best fuck I've ever had."

-AKASH



The Auction



Judy stood on the small stage in her black sequined evening dress trembling slightly at the goings on. There were twenty-odd men dressed in black tie formal wear; each seated in the audience at their own table. They were enjoying a libation and idly chattering through the full face masks each had been provided upon entry to secure their anonymity.

She had spent the day at the salon having her hair done, a manicure, a pedicure, facial and having her legs, arm pits and her bikini area hot waxed. She and her husband needed this evening to go perfectly.

Jeff had made a small fortune in risky stock market dealings when the market was bullish. It seemed he led a charmed life; making trades no other investor would dare make and came out of each one even richer than before. When the market had its setback, it took Jeff and Judy with it. They were living the good life, hell, the great life--expensive home, Range Rover, private jet, credit card debt rivaling the budget of some states, the whole nine yards. And, in a couple of months, they were on the edge of bankruptcy. The jet was gone, the Range Rover too, and they had only a couple of months left to save the house and the rest of their possessions and some semblance of their former lifestyle. 

The meticulously engraved invitations read, "You have been selected for your standing in the economic community and, above all, for your discretion. You are being invited to attend a very private, very personal auction, an impregnation auction. Mr. and Mrs. Jeff Divine ask that you submit a minimum bid of $5,000 for a chance to impregnate Mrs. Judy Divine. The first 25 invitations returned will reserve a seat for a special silent auction. The high bidder will have the first chance to impregnate Mrs. Divine. Each of the bidders will have an opportunity to introduce their seed into Mrs. Divine and, according to the rules of nature, may the best man win."

"Mrs. Divine's fertility will be continuously monitored and you will have only 24 hours to respond to a phone invitation once her impending ovulation is determined. The site will be at a very private, very secure location in the continental U.S. to ensure the privacy and accessibility of all parties. At that time and location, further bidding will be conducted to determine the high bid. The winner of the bid will have one half hour with Mrs. Divine to deposit his semen. Each bidder after the winner will have 15 minutes to likewise make their attempt at impregnation. Her fertility will be certified by a licensed, practicing gynecologist to ensure pregnancy."

"Mrs. Divine will have a current medical certificate available declaring her medical fitness and lack of disease. The same is asked of each bidder. A current medical certificate stating the bidder is disease free should accompany the cashier's check for $5,000."

"If you do not know Mrs. Divine you can peruse her photograph and personal statistics at her website. Gentlemen, only cash will be accepted on the night of the auction!"

Jeff was surprised at how quickly the first twenty invitations appeared on his desk. Each contained the $5,000 deposit necessary for the minimum bid and another 20 or so followed within the next few days. He was unaware what a magnetic draw the offer he and his wife were making could be. They quickly used the money to secure the appropriate facility, make arrangements with the medical doctors and hire discrete security personnel.

Jeff stepped to the podium and nervously cleared his throat. "Gentlemen, thank you for coming to our little financial endeavor this evening. I'm glad you could all make it on such short notice. I think we had only three of the initial twenty bidders unable to make this evenings auction and they have been replaced by three on the waiting list." "Each of you has received a legal document that must be signed and notarized before your final bid may be submitted. The document, in essence, states that you will give up all rights of paternity and bring no further legal action against either Judy, myself, or our heirs. Are there any questions?"

The silence was deafening. Judy squirmed nervously on the stage next to the podium. Jeff waited an appropriate length of time and then proceeded.

"Gentlemen, each of you received a very special invitation in the mail recently outlining the ground work for the auction to follow. To reiterate, the auction is a silent one. No voice bids will be made. The $5,000 minimum bids each of you submitted earlier has guaranteed your time with Mrs. Divine. In front of each of you is an envelope matching a number each of you has been given. You may write your bid on the card inside along with your identification number, return the card to the envelope, seal it and the waitresses will collect them. The bids will be organized in order, your cash amounts collected and verified with your bid and an insemination order will be determined. Now, are there any further questions or all we all clear?"

Again, no questions, no sound except for the nervous clearing of throats and the tinkle of the odd glass here and there as the waitresses moved in amongst the special guests.

"Well, gentlemen before we begin the bidding let's take a look at what you are bidding for." Jeff stepped behind his 27 year old, brunette wife and unzipped the dress she was wearing and let if drop around the black spike heeled shoes she was wearing. Her ivory skin blended magnificently with the thigh high black stockings with lace tops and the matching bikini panties and nearly transparent brassiere. The slight intake of appreciative breaths was heard around the room as her near nude body came into view.

Judy had been one of those fanatics about fitness she had jogged and jazzercized and stairmastered herself into one splendid looking piece of woman, and she knew it. She stood proudly before the men in her lingerie. She was strangely excited by the goings on, knowing she was the main attraction, she was the choice stock option of the evening. Her thighs and calves revealed some distinct muscularity and her shoulders were square, her back straight and erect. Her waist was perfectly matched to the swell of her hips. The breasts were full and slightly upturned.

"Judy will circulate around the room briefly for your perusal gentlemen. Hopefully, you will see you will be getting full value for your dollar." He read her vital statistics; measurements, education, and so forth like she was a mare at a thoroughbred claiming auction.

She stepped gingerly down the steps and into the small crowd of men seated around the room. The air conditioning had made her nipples taught and they protruded prominently through the thin fabric of her bra. She turned and pirouetted amongst the men shaking hands with each of them in turn and looking through the eyes of the masks and into theirs. Her breasts jiggled ever so slightly as she moved. Her firm buttocks swaying seductively side to side as she moved from table to table. The appreciation of her physical beauty was evident as every eye in the room was on her. The audience turned and watched the sway of her panty-clad buttocks as she walked away and bent over at the waist to shake hands with each of the gentlemen in their turn.

Her shapely bottom covered by only a slight "V" of material signaled the end of her parade as she returned to the platform beside her husband. "Gentlemen, I hope you see the assets you are each bidding on. Are there any further questions?"

A large hand raised from the audience. "Would you sell you lingerie for $10,000 dollars Mrs. Divine?"

Judy looked somewhat shocked at the offer but quickly recovered and reached for the microphone, "Honey, you already spent $5,000 to be with me. Hell, yes I'll sell you my undies! I'll even let you take them off me!" She quickly went down the steps and presented herself to the apparently overweight man. She turned her back to him and dipped slightly and allowed him to unhook her bra and release her perfect breasts to the air accompanied by cheers from the other men. The purchaser slid the bra strap over his head and wore it like a necklace. 

She turned to face him with her breasts standing high and proud on her chest, nipples saluting his and every other man's gaze. She signaled him to spread his knees and she stepped in between them so he could reach the waistband of her panties. He reached up with his pudgy hands and slowly, ever so slowly pulled that black, lacy material down over her round, firm buttocks exposing them to the hungry eyes of every bidder. His gaze was centered on the prize nestled there between her thighs. She felt her vulva getting wetter by the moment as this complete stranger was visually feasting on her delicate butterfly lips. She knew he could smell her musk as he took several deep breaths before peeling the panties the rest the way off her legs.

The nubile young women stood for a few more moments in front of her new admirer letting him get a good look at what he had the chance at if he had brought enough cash with him. She stepped away from him and bent over at the waist and wagged her shapely ass at him giving him a great view of tender morsel between her legs before walking away from him and toward another potential suitor at another table.

Mrs. Divine lived up to her name as she spent time with each of the men at their separate tables. She was the consummate saleswoman and was selling it for all she was worth. She would casually wrap her arms around the neck of one of them and poise her breasts just out of reach of their hungry mouths as she sat on their laps and she ground her ass into their thighs as she departed for the next table. 

Imagine the surprise of one of the men when he looked down to see a distinct smear of estrus fluid adorning his trousers where Judy had just been sitting. It definitely seemed the evidence was pointing to the fact that the young woman was truly in heat and was doing her part to fulfill the spirit of the auction.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen," Jeff's amplified voice drew them to his attention. " I suppose we should do a bit more about the mechanics of the rest of the proceedings of the evening." Diverting his eyes to a double doorway he instructed, "Ladies, bring in the inseminating chair." With that the double doors opened wide and the two stunning young women who had been serving drinks earlier wheeled in a piece of furniture only which a few of them could identify. "Some of you may recognize this as a birthing chair. Judy's gynecologist was gracious enough to loan it to us tonight." He moved to the proximity of the chair and excused the two young women and continued with his explanation. "The chair was designed to facilitate giving birth. The stirrups lift and separate the thighs while exposing the vulval area to allow the passage of the baby. We propose to use it for the purpose of conceiving. If Judy would step up we'll give a demonstration."

Jeff gave his beautiful wife his hand and she lifted her shapely bottom into the device and sat there for a moment waiting for further instructions from her husband. "Judy will lay back in the chair," which she did after his instruction, "and then place each of her feet in the stirrups. As she did so, there was another audible gasp as her pink, ripe, juicy pussy gaped open for all to see. "Aaah, gentlemen, I see you appreciate the design of the chair. As you might guess it is superb in its use for delivering infants be we suppose it to be equally as excellent in conceiving them."

He continued, "As you can see the chair with its stirrups position the vagina at a superior angle for deep penetration." Jeff stepped in between his wife's legs and thrust his hips a few times in simulation. "The chair also adjusts for height and for angle," as he demonstrated the chairs motions as he stepped out of the way and used a wireless remote to raise and lower the seat of the chair and to tilt it forward and backward. "We thought you might appreciate this feature as there are several different body types out there." Every eye was glued to the junction of her thighs as the chair raised, lowered and tilted to and fro.

"Gentlemen, what we propose now is a brief preview of the things to come. We have determined a random order for each of you to come forward for a chance to inspect both the functionality of the chair and of Mrs. Divine. Each of you will have one minute to inspect. You may touch her with your hands, or your mouths, as you so desire. Each of you will have the opportunity to copulate with her later in the evening but we want each of you to have ample opportunity to inspect her in pristine condition before the final bidding begins."

One of the waitresses wheeled a cushioned stool to the area just in front of Judy's splayed legs. Her shaved labia majora spread wide showing the bright pink wetness of her labia minor, clitoris and vaginal orifice. She was sweating in anticipation now as she had no decency to hide, bared before the audience of men she soon knew would be filling her with their spew.

The first man whose number was drawn did not even sit down at the stool or get a bird's eye view of her finery. He simply stood there with this arms crossed across his considerable girth before her spread legs and peering through his mask at her as though she were a fine piece of art, which she was. "Magnificent, magnificent," was all that he said as he departed after his sixty seconds had passed.

The second was a bit less tactful, he hurriedly sat down at the stool, moved his mask out of the way far enough to attach his mouth to her sensitive inner lips and clit. He sat there for his entire minute like a vacuum cleaner. Judy hoped he was a quick gun, but the chances of that were slim.

Each of the men took their turn at her steaming portal. Some gently caressing while others had to be cautioned not to be to rough. Light tickling of the clit to massaging of the G-spot with two fingers was all in evidence. The last of the twenty men used the inside edge of each hand and spread her vestibule even wider still and tickled her exposed clit with the tip of his tongue. Jeff looked down to see why his young wife was squirming so and all he could see was the blur of the man's tongue on her sex nubbin'. It looked like a humming bird at a flower about to sip nectar. Just as "time" was called Judy was racked with an orgasm and the oral efforts of the last suitor were rewarded with a flood of her juice. He arose from the trough of her sex with juice running down his chin, which he wiped proudly with the back of his hand as he made his way toward his table.

"Well, men, the time has come. As promised each of you will get a turn with my lovely wife. Only the number of zeros behind your bid will determine whether you get her slick and tight or later on in the night. Are there any questions?"

A hand shot up and when called upon asked in a British accent, "What if she doesn't take; get pregnant that is?" Caught a bit by surprise, Jeff looked at his equally surprised wife, "Well.........hadn't considered the possibility...............I guess everyone will get a freebie next month." Applause rang out around the room.

The bidding process itself would take very little time since it was so straightforward. The bid cards would be opened and quickly ranked. Before going into the adjoining room for their time with Judy they would have to produce the cash amount of their bid or lose their turn. Jeff helped Judy to her feet from the chair looking a bit flushed after the manual and oral assault of the 19 men and excused herself to use the rest room and to prepare for the winner of the auction in the adjacent "breeding room".


Jeff's heart dropped upon opening the first card. The words scrawled across it read, "Stand on minimum bid". "The bastard," Jeff thought to himself, "what if they all did this? They'd all get to fuck Judy for a lousy $5,000!" The next bid card was little better; bidder number 17 only went for an additional $2,500. Jeff was getting nauseous thinking what he was going to put his wife through for less than a quarter of a million dollars. The next bid card was more to his liking a bold $175,000 was neatly printed. He sat up a bit more in the chair and quickly opened the next three cards without taking time to look at the amounts until all three were open. One was for $75,000, another was for $50,000 and the third was another lowball that simply said, "I've never paid more than $5,000 for a fuck in my life--I'd love to be last!!!" with the last phrase underlined three times for effect.

That last card had angered Jeff and he barely paid any attention to the next number, a lousy $100,000 he thought as he lay the card with the rest but in so doing noticed there were six zeros rather than only five. A million dollars, a million dollars, a million dollars from good ol' number 13. Unlucky, but willing to pay for it. 

The next 12 bid cards all ranged between $10,000 and $25,000 with three tied at $12,500 and someone with a $12,501 bid. Somebody must have talked; he edged the other three assholes for a lousy buck. The second to the last card was opened to flowing handwriting explaining how much it meant to him to be the first to deposit his seed in his wife's fertile womb since he was thus far childless and that he hoped his bid was the winner....Jeff raced through the text of the message and turned the card over to see a $2.5 million bid written in tiny numbers coming from bidder number three. The final bid was a tie for $25,000 but it seemed like peanuts by comparison to the 2.5 million dollars someone had tendered to shoot his seed into Judy first.

Jeff quickly settled the tie bids by cutting cards for "dibs" and called number three to the doorway leading to the room where Judy was waiting to be impregnated. Number three wound up being the short, pudgy man who had paid the $10,000 for her bra and panties which he still wore unceremoniously around his neck now. He plopped a brief case on the table in front of the security guard who quickly opened it and handed it to a teller who quickly ascertained that there truly was 2.5 million in cash in the case.

Number three strode through the door like a conquering hero as he began unbuttoning his shirt as he walked toward Judy. He lost the fact that the room was filled with candles for lighting and light classical music was playing in the background for a romantic effect; Judy's idea. She was sitting demurely in the birthing seat but had yet to "splay" herself in the stirrups for her high bidder.

"Champagne?" she asked quietly as number three continued to dig at his clothes trying to extricate his penis and get to the business he had just paid for. "Sure why not," he said as he grabbed the glass, lifted the mask part way and gulped the vintage year, broke the glass on the floor and stepped up to her. "My but we are eager aren't we?" Judy cooed. "Lady, I just paid a cool $2.5 mil to sink my pud in that ripe cave of yours and I got half an hour to do it in. I ain't in the mood for no foreplay."

Judy set her champagne glass aside and dutifully placed first her right and then her left foot into the stirrup of the chair and exposed her womanly cleft to the man. He took the remote and adjusted the height and angle of the chair as he stood before her with his coat and shirt baring his hairy belly and chest and his trousers and boxer shorts pooled at his ankles. His average sized cock stood proud as a peacock looming over her pinkness. When he had everything to his liking he slid himself into her fully and gave one more push to make certain he had his full length into her. He withdrew partially from her warm vice, adjusted the angle of the chair to tilt her vagina just ever so slightly higher so the lower ring of her portal muscle massaged the base of his meat missile ever so slightly and then he gave four or five quick thrusts, stabbed into her and gave up his seed at the mouth of her uterus.




The Auction



It was a crude and arcane tradition. 

And being that it was, the woman did not make a habit of visiting the square on days when the caravan came to town. She was enlightened, she was progressive. She did not partake in the barbaric rituals that the rest of the town still rejoiced in with such fervor. 

"Cruel," she would whisper to those with similar sympathies to her. But such sympathies were hard to come by and precious few would indulge her protests. They came in droves, emptying houses, shops, and gathering places. Some came to gawk at the spectacle. Some came to stare and indulge the basest of human appetites. Some came to jeer. Some came to bid. 

The woman peered out her second story window at the collective gathering below. She could see the square completely from this vantage point—the neatly detailed storefronts that framed a well manicured public lawn. She witnessed the caged horse-drawn cart pull away from the rest of the caravan and park next to a shoddily built platform centered upon the lawn. A weathered looking man descended from the driver's bench, a large ring of heavy metal keys raising a cacophonous and merciless alarm to the three figures sitting within the barred coach now sitting just feet from the platform.

Squinting, the woman was just able to make out the silhouettes of three shadowy figures—a woman and two men, all no older than their early twenties. As the driver stuck a key in to the rusty lock and swung the creaking door open wide, the light of the sun illuminated the detail of each of his captives. 

The lone female was most unique in her shock of flame red hair, wild and unkempt, which spiraled out in tight curls from her head and gave the curious impression that flames were dancing off her skin. Her skin was ivory, speckled with orange freckles cast haphazardly across her bandy legs, arms, and chest. A pair of emerald eyes clashed dramatically with her orange visage, adding to a feral presence that was intimidating even though her wrists were shackled in chains. The only clothing she was afforded were the remnants of what must have once been a brilliant ivory dress. But now it lay draped across her body in tatters. 

A tempestuous personality was quickly revealed to match her wild appearance, for when the driver beckoned her from the caged car to the platform, she immediately protested, shouting inaudible words his direction. The torn remnants of a once proud gown, which heretofore had been carefully arranged in a feeble attempt at modesty, were yanked to the side by the arch of her back as she squirmed about. Her breasts burst out in to full view of the gathering crowd. The woman instinctively clutched her own chest as she saw the woman now lewdly displayed before the eyes of a hundred strangers. The same freckled pattern spattered across a pair of small but perfectly round breasts that rose and fell dramatically with each heaving breath. Each was capped by a small but fiercely erect nipple, undoubtedly hardened by the bitter wind blowing in from the sea. 

Her futile attempts at freeing herself were quickly brought to an end when the firm, unflinching grip of her captor seized the back of the neck and motioned for her to ascend the platform steps. What was it about this man, the woman wondered from her bedroom window, that could so instantly silence so fierce a personality with nothing but the grip of his palm? She surveyed him appraisingly. He was undoubtedly at least twice as old as any of those he held captive. Dressed in fitted black garments that let others appreciate the power of his physique. He had a neat frock of salt and pepper hair clipped short around a stern, foreboding face. Dark brows framed even darker eyes that set deep within a face that might have been chiseled from stone. He might have been handsome once. Perhaps he was still, but the woman would not let herself entertain such thoughts about a vile man. 

Now, the lone female captive had been positioned at the center of the platform, and the bidding began. She watched as the jailer shouted and pointed at different places in the crowd. Somebody must have heckled a comment, for the jailer clapped his belly and laughed heartily in to the air, many in the crowd guffawing in harmony. The captive girl's demeanor had changed. The woman could tell she was doing her best to blank out the crowd. She stood looking beyond the masses to the horizon—her head held high, her back straight and her stomach sucked in sharply, her erect nipples pointing out, the subject of many mesmerized stares from the bidders. 

The bidding was fierce, and her captor was pleased. He knew that broken pride and wounded vanity were strong aphrodisiacs to many of his most loyal customers, and the girl did not disappoint. Eventually the auction slowed, two deep pocketed townsmen matching each other stride for stride. The woman did best to block out the bidding, but it bore on her like a countdown, and she knew that precious few seconds remained before she would have to submit. And then, the time expired. A triumphant shout emerged from the crowd. Seconds later, the bidder and the captor exchanged a quick round, capped off by the sound of silver upon gold, and she was escorted to the eager arms of the winner. 

And the impresario beckoned the first of the male captors forth. There was a quality of his countenance that bore strong similarity to the woman that preceded him. He was unmistakably proud as he strode to the platform, hands and legs shackled in heavy chains. Shirtless, well defined muscles rippled across his broad chest. Coarse hair grazed across the area between his nipples, down along his hard abdomen, disappearing beneath the waist of his breeches. He did not make any effort to free himself from his chains, but flexed his muscles defiantly before the crowd. A few audible gasps burst forth from the awestruck crowd. 

The woman could not deny that she too was impressed by the sheer power of this man's aura. He would certainly fetch a princely sum at the auction as well, just as the girl had. But as she surveyed him, her eyes drifted to the third man, and instantly felt dumbfounded. Her eyes quickly ran up and down this last figure. He was trembling—it was almost imperceptible from such a distance, but she was certain she could make out the faint quivers that ran through his body as he stood at the base of the platform, bashfully waiting his turn. Unlike the man before him, he was blond and quite fair. His face was chiseled with sharps edges and bore a slightly hawkish expression, but it was softened by a gentleness, an unmistakably tender look to his eyes and his sorrowful frown. His body was also taut, but lean and projecting a graceful quality. His arms, toned and slender. His chest and stomach flat, with only the slightest traces of soft blond body hair. He was afforded only a modest loin cloth, barely hanging from his narrow hips, which did little to hide the penis that hung beneath it. 

She soaked in the softness of his body, the delicate lines of his skinny figure, the gentle face. 

It couldn't be, she told herself. It was impossible. And yet, the boy was so familiar. So much like her. So much like he who had departed so many years ago. Surely he's too old, she assured herself. And yet, as she continued to stare at the third captive, he couldn't be but twenty or twenty-one...the right age. 

And then, in the briefest of glances, their eyes met. He saw her peering down at him from so many yards away. Their eyes locked, and in that gaze was all the evidence that she needed. It was him. She had given up hope so long ago that he would ever be found, ever be returned to her loving arms. But here he was, it had to be him. The woman turned instantly on her heel and raced down to the square. 

By the time she arrived, the auction for the second captive had concluded, and the third captive was being led up to the auction platform. His thin frame slumped some from the weight of his shackles, and he looked to his sides in vain, hoping that some rescuer might materialize before him. He looked back up to the window that faced the square, to the woman with those familiar eyes, but she was nowhere to be seen. He heaved a great sad sigh, and felt the grip of the captor on his hip, urging him to face the crowd. 

Emboldened by the meekishness of his posture, the crowd began to jeer. The woman surveyed the crowd and noticed the eager expressions on many of their faces. Apparently they too had noticed the intangible aura of sexuality that surrounded the third captive. The bidding had begun, quite competitively. Several of the gawkers, those who had come simply to stare but who never intended to actually bid, were now visibly rubbing themselves over their breeches. A few had gone so far as to expose themselves and freely masturbate as they watched the shivering, exposed figure stand before them. Such uncouth traditions, the woman thought.

"Let's see a little more of what we're bidding on! Looks like this one might be hiding something!" Somebody from the crowd had shouted, and with a laugh and a sinister wink, the jailer gripped the side of the captive's loin cloth, gave it a swift yank, and ripped it from his body. The woman let out an audible gasp, as did many of the other spectators. Despite her disapproval of the proceedings, the woman could not help but survey his body. A thick, heavy looking penis hung between his bandy legs. Examining it, the woman concluded that while large, it could not be huge...seven perhaps eight inches at most. And yet, it looked so disproportionate on his youthful frame that the effect was surprising. She watched his cock rise involuntarily in the brisk air—a smooth shaft with ever so slight a curve, a perfectly circumcised mushroom tip, and a thatch of soft blond pubic hair neatly surrounding the base. The resemblance in his cock was undeniable. Yes, it was him. 

The bidding continued, and another shouted. "How's he trained, this one?" Many laughed at the question, but all were curious. The jailer returned their smiles and beckoned the second of the captors back on to the platform. He proudly obeyed, and upon returning to the center of the platform, the jailer yanked his breeches down with a quick yank. A huge, pulsing cock was revealed from beneath the fabric, rising from soft to fully erect in mere seconds upon exposure. With another quick jerk of his hand he had the third captive on his knees before the second. And without any further instruction, the smaller young man engulfed the penis in his mouth, sucking with trained skill and enthusiasm so well played that it was difficult to discern just how authentic it was. The crowd cheered as the smaller man gripped the cock expertly with each hand and continued to work the upper half with his mouth. Within one minute, the larger man gave a stern grunt, flexed his hips, and instantly began to spurt streams of thick white liquid across the smaller one's face, who merely submitted obediently to the semen covering his expression.

The woman's heart was fluttering so quickly that she failed to notice when the bidding resume, and was almost too late. But just when one particularly arrogant man thought that he had bested all comers, she called out a sum so high she knew no others would be able to match it. But it was worth every penny. At last he had returned. He needed to be rescued, and he was hers once more, as it always should have been. 

Having paid the captor, she led him hand in hand back to her home, and for the duration of the short walk, they had not spoken. She had helped him to clean the semen from his face and hugged him warmly in greeting. She had even assisted him in replacing the loin cloth off his still throbbing, erect penis, with limited success. Though mostly covered, the cloth was simply too small to cover a full erection, and his circumcised tip still lewdly protruded from the top of the loin. He looked all too used to the minuscule adornment being his only attire. 

In an awkward silence, she studied his expression. Did he even remember her? It had been so many years ago that they were departed. Was that a knowing in his thick, nearly impenetrable look? Her heart raced as she at last locked the door to her entry room behind them, and they stood, facing each other, appraising one another. The trauma of his capture must have left him hesitant to speak, for he seemed utterly unwilling to open his mouth. And she shed a tear for him—the humiliation, the torment that he must have endured. She longed to comfort him, to warm him, to take him away from the vileness he had been an unwilling participant in. 

And simultaneously, despite her own pangs of guilt, another feeling welled up from within her—she was his. She had purchased him, and he knew what it meant to be owned. She was his—she could possess him in any way she wished. The thought enthralled her.  

"You won't be needing this any longer, you're safe now" she whispered to him, and with her warm touch, she reached forward and tugged at his loin cloth gently. The flimsy fabric dropped to the floor instantly, and he stepped out of it, his thick, disproportionate cock still hard and flexing between his legs in front of her. He shuttered and twisted his legs inward in a coquettish manner, but made no effort to cover his penis. He knew his place. She reached forward and caressed the tip of his circumcised head, watching it flex involuntarily to her touch. The urge to comfort him was overwhelming, and she succumbed—she could not deny herself any longer. 

With an equally deft flick of her wrist she untied the string on her top, and her heavy breasts fell out before him. Large, round, with a slight maternal sag that only served to make them more welcoming. Dark nipples contrasted to fairer skin, each standing as erect as his penis. She beckoned him forward, and with a whimper and a sob, he moved forward and latched his mouth on to her nipple. The whimpering increased rather than subsided, and her whole body writhed in ecstasy as he eagerly devoured the abundance from her breast. 

She hesitated for just a moment, but quickly gave in and wrapped her firm, warm grip around his cock and began to tug in rhythm to his sucking. He instantly began to thrust his penis in to the grip of her hand, as if the response were trained...perhaps it was. She could tell that he was beginning to feel safe. And yet, she still wrestled with the incongruity of her thoughts. She wanted to protect him, to make him feel safe. But at the same time, she longed for him to know that she was his, that she had made the purchase, and that he belonged. Gradually her hand descended from his penis, between his legs, and she noticed that he spread them apart obediently as her fingers began to explore. She quickly found it, that tight little pucker that constituted the most private part of his anatomy. 

She positioned her fingertip at the center and pressed, surprised to find that it slid in easily. He let out an adorable little squeal that made her blush with delight and she pushed in deeper, letting him feel the full length of her finger. His lips clamped down on her nipple more eagerly and he began to suckle in rhythm with her penetrations. His penis flexed even more intensely, the veins bulging out from his shaft. She responded by burying her finger more deeply in to his anus, gently but steadily slipping it in and out. She felt his muscles tense around her, and with a heavy grunt, he erupted...streams of semen ejaculating from his engorged penis, landing across his abdomen. He grunted again and streamed out harder, gushing across her full breasts and, to her amazement, up across his face and hers. Reaching for a clean cloth, she wiped down his stomach and her breasts, as well as her face. But she paused for a moment and took in the sight of him laying there with his own cum splashed across his youthful expression. She allowed herself to acknowledge that she rather liked the look of him that way.

He was safe and protected in her arms, and he would remain that way. But that would not stop her from letting him know that he was hers, as he was before, and as he always should be. He was home. 



The Auction



I traveled to New York after many years of avoiding the city. Too many bad memories kept me from it, and I truly had little reason to visit. As the Airbus rumbled through the skies approaching La Guardia I checked my seat belt and thought of the last time I had been in the city and how it teemed with life and energy and all the possibilities that you can only find in cities like New York, Hong Kong, London, Frankfurt, Zurich, Mexico City, Rio, Sao Pablo, or Buenos Aires. All the cities I had visited and or lived in throughout my life. 

As the captain lowered the landing gear and the drag slowed down the plane, so did my mind. I had not noticed how it was racing and come to think of it, it had been racing since Jim called me and told me of the auction three weeks ago. It was a part of life I seldom shared with other outside my wife and some online friends. But it was real to me and it was part of where my heart belonged. 

Many years ago I had transitioned from the normal American male who is fairly politically correct, children, wife, home and job to the way I was brought up where Men not by meanspiritedness ran their homes, but by the power of being the Man of the family who protected all, who lived up to his own expectations, and took his rightful place at the lead of the family. Many call it a lifestyle within the boundaries of BDSM, but in reality it is more about Manhood than it is about the bondage, domination, sadism and masochism that is typically associated with BDSM.

My wife and I had talked about her submissive nature since we met, and it blossomed as I took my place at the head of the home. As time passed we moved from D/s life to a truer deeper calling but one that is far more difficult to find in real life; the life of Gorean's as defined in John Norman's books; where honesty and respect lead to honor; where actions have consequences and you have to own up to them whether good or bad.

The year after I learned about Gor and the lifestyle I had drinks with Jim during one of his business trips through my city: we talked deep into the night. Jim, it turns out, had been a part of the secret societies within the BDSM communities and had connections I did not know existed. We laughed at how our lives had developed on similar paths, yet both of us had kept it from the other till two full pitchers of martinis were consumed. 

The wheels touched the ground and we had the typical landing bounce and settled to the slowing down process after touchdown. The thrust reversers were opened and the engines revved up to the point where you were pushed forward, the pilot took the first exit from the runway and we taxied to the gate. I noticed enough to take out my Treo and type in two quick messages.

The first to my wife: "Hon, I just landed, the auction is later this afternoon, are you still sure about this?"

The second to Jim: "Jim, just landed in La Guardia, heading for the meeting point in Flushing at the pizza place on Main Street; order the pizza!"

As I hit send on the second message I received the simple but thorough reply from my wife: "Yes, Sir. Thank You."

I sat in the seat waiting for everyone to stand up, and I felt deep pride in my submissive, and my wife, both the same woman. She wore my collar since the day she begged it. Many things have changed, but her devotion and her submission never change. I grabbed my carry on and headed off the plane, headed for the Hertz counter, got my keys and drove to Flushing; where Jim awaited.

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"Are you sure about this?" asked Jim as I entered the pizza place and smelled the most wonderful aroma in the world, New York style deep dish Sicilian pizza. Chicago, eat your heart out.

I shook his hand firmly, "Yes Jim, I am sure and I have the money in my pocket, so I'm going through this."

"You know, that when the legal papers are signed, the new law makes it possible for two consenting adults to enter into a legally binding contract where one will own the other; irreversibly." He looked seriously into my eyes; the look was the same as it was at his father's funeral, and then many years later at my father's funeral; it was one of formality and certainty.

"I know Jim, and we've talked about it since your call three weeks ago and we know what it will mean to truly own a slave, legally and completely. We are financially ready for it, the home is too big for just the two of us, and we are ready to move to the next step." I said to him in what was a far stronger tone than I meant, but one that was true from deep within me.

"Well then, eat up, because the review kennels open in an hour and the auction is at eight tonight." He said grabbing a big square of pizza with cheese stringing down and the perfect pepperoni on top. It really is all about the simplicity of a pizza that makes it the best.

My mind wandered the rest of the meal with idle chat from time to time, but I was focused on the idea of picking a Gorean slave girl. I wanted to feel the lust and the desire so natural when looking at a completely naked girl in a collar, one who knows her very fait is in your hands. This was not the Marketplace of the books, this was a secret covert law that only those who knew where it was, how it was written, and how to bring it up should a court ruling be required could fall within it one hundred percent and be totally protected by the law. This law was in place in one hundred percent of the western world and had come from the Asian side of the world only as recently as 1972 during the Nixon era and was passed into law during the Carter Administration in 1978. Consensual slavery was legal, and completely binding on the slave who had to wear the brand of a slave once the contract was signed. The slave had the rights of an animal of the human species, but nothing more; the full extent of property rights extended to the Owner and over the slave. Once the contract was signed, the slave no longer possessed the right to argue the case on their behalf. Just like a house or a dog has no right to dispute the Title of Ownership.

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We walked to the kennels in the warehouse district. I kept thinking about the ramifications of owning a human being and realizing that once I signed it was all over for that person, I held title to them. We approached a heavy overhead door with two guards preventing unwanted entrance.

"Turn around and leave if you have no business here!" said the one guard. His town was not threatening, it was not angry, but it was completely serious. One quickly understood that the next action would have a consequence.

"I am Jim of Hoboken, and this is Tom of Kansas City, we have business inside." he responded and continued to walk with intent towards the man door on the side of the overhead.

"Enter then, and let the consequences fall upon you. Shop well." Said the other guard as he opened the door for us and stepped out of the way.

We walked a few feet into the hall, and turned left. There was a mural of a native scene with three menacing moons overhead with the saying "Enter ye of true strength, let the rest stand by and watch their own demise."

I looked at it and realized how true that statement was. Years ago I had sought the truth in my life, and today may be the day where I start the journey to that truth. We walked down the hall and through a dark stained door made of heavy oak. We moved through it and saw the entrance to the examination kennel.

"Ok, you're on your own. I'm going to go register you in the legal docket so you will meet all the requirements of the law. By the way, give me your money so that I can get you a bid ticket." Said Jim and I handed him the money and into the kennel I went.

Blonds, brunettes, redheads were all around. There were Asians with jet black hair, not a curl on it, and satin soft. There were small framed girls, and large framed girls as well as tall girls and short girls one to each cage. There was a section for girls who were trained and another for those who were not trained but wished to serve. There were sections for girls with enhanced bodies, and for those who were all natural. There were girls from all over the United States and the rest of the world. This was a true slave market, but it had one huge difference; it was totally consensual till the girl signed the slave intent document in front of five legal witnesses from five different states or countries. 

This market, and this law, had the highest potential for ending the underworlds hold in the slave market and the supply of slave meat was far better even though it took a girl a full eighteen months to surrender title to herself. No one was forced, the law made sure of it, but the girls lined up and the men I was told did too. Slavers of this style were now springing up all over the major cities of the world and slave meat was now easy to find; if you knew the right people.

I walked up to a lovely Asian slut who looked into my eyes and I heard, for the first time in my life the words I had read for years and thought were only imaginings of John Norman; "Buy me, Master and let me please you" said the girl with the deepest darkest eyes I had ever seen. Her flesh was the color of mocha chocolate lightened by the whitest of cream complexions. The skin was satin soft and glowed with the oils of preparation. Her feminine scent filled the area around her and engulfed me in her heated pleasure. My body reacted lustfully to the slut and I enjoyed reading her enslavement resume.

I walked away saying nothing, but the errection took care of letting the little slut know she had an impact on me.

There was a lovely tall girl of almost six foot, with a plump round ass and long auburn hair, her enhanced breast and her resume showed that at one time she had been in the entertainment business. She was a lovely dancer and her sensual Nadu pose, hazel eyes downcast in such a way as to pull you into her made her a delicious morsel. To own that slut would be nights of heaven and days of pleasure.

I walked some more down the kennels enjoying the blond with the tight belly and sexy ass who begged.

"Buy me, Master I will pleasure you and your wife long into the night and I will keep your home during the day, if you will but tie me to the foot of your bed at night." The girl knew her slavery and she was branded so she was being sold for at least her second time.

I kept walking looking for the girls I would bid upon. I turned the corner and found a new row of slaves, it said on the listing these were slaves from the state of Florida. I walked down enjoying the perfectly tanned bodies so deliciously oiled and ready. 

I walked down to the end and turned around finding that there was a special scent in this area. I took a deep breath and one of the girls reached out of the kennel and pleaded to me; "Enjoy me this day, Master." I looked at her. She had short dark hair, and eyes that were completely alive with intelligence and desire. This little slut caught my eye so I read her resume. I saw that she was well educated, and had been a real life Mistress but had found the need deep in her belly to be a slave; but none would take her fully to her submission and so she had given up many times. She was young but had the maturity far beyond her years.

"Speak to me of yourself slut; why should I enjoy you before any of the other girls?" I asked her.

"Master, you've read my resume and you know that I have the embers in my belly to be a great slave, but in my life I've not found anyone to bring that about in me fully, to bring me to my knees and beg. Are you that Master for me?" she asked, her eyes bright with hope and dancing with amber flecks of energy. I held her gaze simply for my pleasure.

"There are many delicious slaves in here," I sternly told her, and continued "many with the same experience and with the full fire in their bellies: What makes you think I would want to buy you, slave?" I was surprised because she had actually engaged me in conversation. I was not really interested in talking to the slaves yet, I was only reviewing resumes and physical traits that interested me; but this slut had something and I could feel chemistry between us.

"Master is obviously interested in this slut, since I've seen him walk back and forth for a couple of hours and looking well at the other slave meat in here, but he has not stopped to talk to any of them. Master must find something that attracts him to this animal, perhaps it is the scent of my own heat from being so turned on by the naked slaves about me and the Master's searing eyes upon all the flesh exposed here." She managed to say that with a deferential tone encapsulated in a slave's confidence that I found refreshing.

My mind screamed, "Insolent slave" and I laughed inwardly. Imagine the confidence it must take, to be naked in a kennel, in the process of yielding your own identity and ownership of your own person to a complete stranger in an auction, and to state so confidently that you are wanted. So many women lack that self confidence. They tend to look in a mirror and see only flaws, where a man's discerning eye only sees beauty and potential pleasure. This slut was certainly different. She knew her place. She understood that she had much to offer to a master. She just seemed to forget that slaves are animals, and if they get too confident sometimes they need to be shown both that they are truly appreciated, and that the Master will always be the Master.

Too many men forget that women do truly wish to have strong men in their lives. It is easy to see why some men forget to take their place in the home. Their wives or women earn a salary, they have not been able to provide totally for them, and thus they rely on the women to bring home at least half the bacon. If a man cannot provide fully for the family, and the woman is required to take on the pressures of bringing home the money to support the family; then the pressures tend to overshadow the true role of the woman, and the true role of the man. Once those lines are blurred it becomes very difficult to for the man to establish himself as the head of the home, and for the woman to establish herself as the woman of the home. 

It is done in many homes, but in many more homes the lines are blurred and therefore the woman is more likely to be influenced by the politically correct view of feminism, then the natural needs of a woman to feel safe and protected by her man. It is my opinion, then, that women who seek enslavement are truly tired of the blurred lines and are finding a true outlet for their need for clarity and strong men. 

The slavers do a good job of making sure that domineers are weeded out before they are allowed to participate in a slave auction. It would be too easy for poorly prepared men, to come and buy a girl and not know what to do with them. The truth of the matter is that here on earth too many men have never been taught their rightful position in life and have compensated the wrong way. The frustration of a male, who feels powerless in the home, and powerless in the job market, and powerless at life in general, tends to become gruff and harsh and mean spirited. He commands rather than leads a woman. He yells rather than disciplines a woman. He strikes in anger with his temper or his hands, rather than deal with lack of control.

Control comes from within. Leadership comes from control over self and knowing exactly where one is going. Others can see a clear goal being sought and find it easy to determine if that destination, that goal, is where they wish to be themselves. Finding commonality of goals they make the choice to follow the leader. Domineering men, and to be fair some women, tend to tell you why you should follow them. They tend to try to force others to see how much better they are and then push hard for you to get in line. That is not Mastery, that is weakness masked by a dominant veneer that reveals itself as a domineering attitude that turns off the natural slave in most women; leaving only the weak woman (who is never truly a slave for a slave is a very strong woman) to follow such. 

Slavers do as good a job at sorting out the weak woman who would be in danger as a slave, as they do in keeping out the domineering assholes that pray on such women. Masters build confidence and build upon the slave's need to be in the presence of a Dominant man, they need to know that their women are strong and confident so that submission and the surrender is of strong confident need, not of weakness and fear. This slave, in the cage before me seems like a strong confident woman who seeks to kneel and yield to the whip. To be shown that there is such thing as discipline and not malevolence in her Master. She will be taught well.

"Keeper," I shouted to the man at the end of the hall with the ring of keys. "I wish to flog this wench, she is entirely too confident of her slave value, and I wish to bring her down a notch or two; bring the keys and tie her to the whipping cross..." I asked. He walked to me with complete boredom in his eyes, took the slut out of the cage and though she struggled with a puzzled look on her face, she knew she had no choice. She had spoken boldly for a slave and she was now going to face the consequence of her action.

I watched her five foot four frame tied to the cross on her toes, she looked back at me pleadingly as I walked to the wall rack and found a heavy flogger that fit my hand well and gave me a good balanced feel. The purple leather was soft but it had a nice bite to it. She would feel the pain of the flogger soon and well.

"Mater," she swallowed hard, "may this slave speak?" she asked

"You may speak slave, only know that it will have consequences..." I said. Then I watched the delicious curve of her claves and the tightness of a horsewoman's thighs so used to holding her on horseback, and the roundness of her heart shaped ass giving way to a small sexy waist and then up to a good set of shoulders. I knew her body could take a good flogging and I was planning on finding out how good she truly was.

"Master, this slave begs mercy for anything unpleasing she may have said, and begs that you take the flogger well to her body if you feel she needs discipline." Her eyes were still puzzled as she looked at me, but there was an inner strength that begged to be broken well to her honest collar.

I took the first few strokes without saying a word. I landed them first on her round ass to warm my wrist up. The turns were elegant and energy building and then the wrist would break and the tips would speed up only to land with compounded power upon the slave's flesh. I gave her ten strokes on each ass cheek and then went to work on her upper body. I watched the tails land upon her flesh and deliver their kiss upon the flesh deeply. She knew she was being taken to task for being so forward, and she too knew that I was truly pleased with the way she had spoken and was measuring her ability to accept my control over her.

After building the intensity of the strokes she finally let out an honest sob and tears covered her face. She had surrendered and accepted the pain allowing herself to release her tears as though they were an orgasm. The sobs increased in depth and meaning and although I had softened the blows significantly she took each as a deep scar to herself and let out sobs from decades of need and desire, anger and disappointment. I felt her give all of herself to me through her contact with my flogger. I continued to lightly flog her and push the tears and honest cries from deep inside of her. 

When I was done, I cut her down and she crumbled at my feet, tears streaming down her face and neck and down her small perfect breast. She knelt at my feet, wrapped her arms around my calves and kissed my shoes. She licked at them with a frenzy that I had not read even in the best of the books. She sobbed and kissed saying nothing, but I could feel her plea to own her and to never let her hide from me or from herself again. Her sobs came from deeper and deeper inside of her soul and seemed to have a cathartic effect on the slave. The keeper came towards me.




The Auction



"Do you wish me to put her in her kennel?" he asked

"No, I'll do it, open it up." I took her by the hair, she cried out with pain as I pulled her up and dragged the animal to her kennel. I tossed her in and walked away putting away the flogger, not looking back at the sobbing slut.

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As the night passed, I waited on the right group of slaves to come to auction, occasionally bidding on a particular slut that caught my eye, but not too interested in any of them. One slave's sobs kept running through my mind.

"Are you going to buy one, or are you just yanking my chain here?" asked Jim sipping on Crown on the rocks.

I took a sip of my vodka martini and responded, "there is one that truly caught my eye, but she's not been put on the block yet." I said and rotated my wrist to ice down my drink further.

The sluts on the auction block were put through their paces by the auctioneer, but it lacked the refinement that was implied in the books. I looked at the naked flesh being displayed as it was in many strip clubs, women exposing themselves hoping to catch the eye of a man, and then approaching them seeking their dollars only to move on to the next. Women who surrender title to their bodies have a truly special calling. Many misunderstand the stripper, but I know they seek truly to find one who blows them away; but the men who go to strip joints are not the men who can possibly blow them away. They are the men who go there because they seek a good time, but don't want to put in the effort to cultivate such a slut. Slave girls tend to seek the same, but on the auction block they know that they are playing for keeps, that they have lost title to their bodies and that they will be owned totally. They hope that the man, who comes here from all walks of life, will know how to own them; some are disappointed, but others blossom into full and completely free women who wear the collar and do not even own their own bodies.

"Now for the twelfth block of the night, we bring you the girls of Florida..." started the auctioneer. It caught my attention and Jim noticed so he sat back and relaxed.

"...we have 12 girls here from the sunshine state, you can see them all are tanned and a few have been worked over by perspective masters, so notice how well their bodies accept the whip, or the flogger, or in this case..." he turns the lovely blond over and bends her over, "..the welts of a cane upon this fabulous painslut's body".

He pulled the first girl forward and holding her by the hair displayed her to the buyers both in the room, and to the cameras taking the auction to other parts of the world and to the legal observers. "What is the opening bid for this one; she's a teacher by education, and a slave by need. She's been a part of the online and real life Gor scene for 8 years and seeks her very first Master and to feel the heat of the branding iron upon her flesh; what am I bid?"

Hands flew up and the bidding started at a modest two hundred dollars per month (all terms are for sixty months, but the buyer can pay up front, or monthly). This was the value of an economy car for comparison. The owner would also have to pay property taxes on the slut, depending on the state based on the purchase value. It was considered a luxury item so the annual taxes (though declining) were set at ten percent of the asset value over five year depreciation. The slut was a capital asset after all and thus subject to accounting principles. The bidding ended at three hundred and twenty five dollars, or just under twenty thousand.

As the night continued the tenth girl came up and was displayed. It had come to pass that all the Florida girls were going between fifteen and twenty thousand and I was prepared for the bidding now. I watched her walk up to the center of the auction platform and the auctioneer turned her around to display the red welts on her back and ass. "This slut was well marked by one of you out there, the girl sobbed well and her body shows that she can take a good flogging for those of you who understand the value of the whip on a slave's discipline."

I watched as he started the bidding. I let it go up from two hundred dollars to two twenty five, to two fifty, to two sixty and slowly work its way up towards three hundred. I looked at her, and her eyes found mine. She noticed I was not bidding and had no idea if I had purchased my slave or not. Tears of fear ran down her cheeks. I watched her carefully. She displayed her marks well and she earned every bid as her value went up through three twenty and up to three fifty. 

The auctioneer bent signaled with the hand at his side, hip level. She recognized the signal and bent over so her ass was well displayed and caressed by the whip of the man who held her. Her pleasure at being touched so dominantly in front of her potential buyers ignited a run of bids that went up to four hundred dollars. She now was among the top ten most expensive slaves of the night. The bidding slowed and came to a stop at four fifteen. 

Few slaves, other than in wealthy auctions went for more than twenty five thousand dollars. You have to realize that you buy the slave; you have to feed her, clothe her, and give her medical care, and all the necessities of life, so the purchase price is held to realistic levels. Slave can too be sent to work, but most owners do not look at them as a source of income, but as a source of pleasure and assistance.

I raised my card up, and I bid four twenty. The auctioneer recognized me and accepted my bid. He asked in rapid succession of the other final bidders had a new bid, and we rode the price up to four fifty. The auctioneer looked at me, took the slut by her short hair and pointed to me; "is this the slut you wish? I am ready, as it is the practice on Gor, to close my fist." I nodded my consent that I knew the value of the bid, had the money to cover her cost and wanted this one slut at my feet.

The auctioneer closed his fist and nodded to me. I rose and said to him; "send the slut here to kneel at my feet, she may as well get used to it." The slaver's assistant came to me with a receipt, took my ID and ran it though the card reader looking for any criminal background and finding none signed the receipt and I did the same. I took my slut by the hair, tilted her head back, and took a deep passionate kiss, drinking her scent into my lungs and her flavor into my body. 

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"Nadu!" I said to the nameless slave. She looked at me, and obediently knelt and leaned her body back on her heels. She parted her legs to shoulder width and I tapped her thighs to make sure she was fully open and exposed her heat to any who wished to view the slave I had just purchased.

"Master, may your slave speak?" she asked in a soft whisper, her eyes downcast, looking at my shoes. I let my eyes enjoy the curves of her sultry body. It was true. The things I had read in the books, and talked to others who actually owned slaves, there is an amazing feeling when you know you truly own the flesh of another human being in this way.

"Speak and risk the consequences girl." I said to her but my tone was soft and welcoming.

"Thank you for buying this slut, Master. I will always strive to please Master in every way..." she said. I took her chin between my thumb and forefinger, leaned into her and responded "You better girl: that is why I bought you." I said and sealed the statement with a kiss upon her soft lips and then I licked the salt trail of her tears to take her into my very body.

The slave smiled deeply, a small new tear gathering in the corner of her eye "Will Master name his new slave soon?" she asked. The question was such a deep honest one that it took me back. I was not ready for the question just yet. I remember years ago reading in the bible why God changed people's names. The story of Abram and Sarai come to mind right away. In changing the name of these two biblically historical people who set forth the millions that followed them; God took the pride of ownership in them. God said to the world, these two people whom you knew as Abram and Sarai are no longer the same as they were. These are new people with new roles in life. These are people who will from now own be my children, will do marvelous things, and they will do it as Abraham and Sarah. 

Naming a slave is a very important task. Most often the slave is given her own free name, but not always. I pondered the name I would place upon the slave. It would have to be a name meaningful and with great value. It would have to be a name that the slave would understand. It would have to be a name that others would take seriously. Naming a slave is sometimes done days or weeks after a slave is purchased. Till then she may go by the name "slave" or the name "girl" but I did not want this to be the case. Like naming a child this was a difficult task. But unlike the naming of a child with is done by both parents, the naming of a slave is done simply to please the Master.

I knew the slaves real name in her previous life. I had read it in the resume. I was tempted to give her that name because I enjoyed the adventures of a character in an old TV show by that name many years ago. I remembered the name from the resume, the name she had used as a slave during her time required by law to prove she was both serious about surrendering title to her own person, and to prove she was not being coerced in any way to signing such document. It was the name I had engraved on the collar I purchased this afternoon when I decided I would buy this slut.

I looked at her; I tipped her head back by pulling on her hair "I shall name you, sabreen for you have shown your patience in waiting for me to own you girl."

She looked up at me, only a bit puzzled. "Yes Master, sabreen is proud of her new name and well pleased that Master did not make his new slut wait for her name."

"Submission!" I told her, as the bidding on the new slave on the block continued. She knelt with her legs together, her head lowered and her arms stretched towards me. Her wrists were crossed as for binding. I reached into my briefcase and took out a meal ring with a few extra holes and a small bolt that fastened both ends of the engraved ring with a full design all around except where the name and ownership were inscribed.

"Read your collar aloud: Slut!" I said to her, handing her the ring of strong 10 carat gold.

She took it in trembling hands, brought it close to her eyes and read it; "I am sabreen, the property of Tom Sommerfeld of Kansas City." Her eyes welled with tears, as she realized I had planned this since earlier today; I took her hair roughly in my hands, tipped her head forward and commanded her, "Place the collar around your own neck as a symbol of your need to submit to my ownership of you." She did so and I fastened the small bolts in place that would hold her collar forever in place.

"Thank you, Master..." she said among broken word caught up in emotions that I thought I understood, but in reality only a slave can truly understand how it feels to have her Master's steel around her neck for the first time. I took her by the collar, pulled her to me, and I kissed the teary eyes dry and again kissed and licked the salt trails from her delicious face.

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The slut named sabreen was now my owned slave. This fact was made irrefutable by the papers I signed and she signed in the final step of surrendering the title to her person and giving me court approved ownership of the piece of property I decided to call sabreen, the name she had on her resume seemed appropriate and fitting since it means patient, and this girl certainly has been patient.

I turned from the heavy oak desk and walked around the line of Masters and slaves and towards the door leading to the kennel that contained her clothes that would cover her on the trip home this very night.

"Heel, sabreen. Let us begin the rest of your life."

"yes Master!" she said and her step became more lively than I thought possible.

The end of the beginning



The Auction



Kelly looked up at the man who had just paid for her by check at the charity auction, her fate now in the hands of the man who employed her.

She had been the third one up on the block wearing a Vera Wang gown and dark Chanel heels and underneath, pricy lingerie from the exclusive Victoria Secret collection. The whole thing had been for some charity organization that built medical clinics and hospitals in developing nations and when Sofia, the chair of the fundraising committee had hit her up to put herself up for bid, she hadn't been able to say no.

Not that she could say no to the first person to have hired her out of Stanford School of Law...not when she needed to raise over $500,000 to build a new women and girls' health clinic in Chad.

So she had volunteered, she had worn the clothes donated by the various designers and those she could keep, if she managed to achieve a bid among the minimum set of $10,000.

Thrown in would be the diamond necklace around her neck...simple in its elegance it was still worth a few pretty pennies. She had spent the afternoon getting massages donated by a posh day spa and her hair washed and styled by Vidal Sassoon protégés. Manicures and a pedicure to spiff her up, before she put on the lightly studded thigh highs underneath her gown...she wanted to look her best because all the top social columnists would be there.

She just had no idea that Dallas would show up at the Beverly Wilcox...let alone to bid...and god, on her...to catch the final bid before the final tapping of the gavel by the auctioneer. He looked smashing in his Armani suit, his black tie and his rugged looks untamed by his genteel outfit. Dallas could gear up with a backpack and three days of grit and climb the tallest summits, rappel down the sheerest cliffs and dive deep into the graveyard of ships in the depths of oceans.

But he could also preside over a board meeting or a corporate project. He could climb on a Lear Jet in the morning in L.A. and get off half an earth's rotation later and be the guest of honor at a state dinner. She had heard excited whispers in the break lounge at the office suite that he would still have enough energy to hit the posh clubs with a martini and a willing woman on her knees in front of him.

Of course, that might just be rumor...but occasionally when she wasn't worried about having to finish a high profile report for him to inspect or sit in a meeting next to him and back him up with on the spot information she thought about what it might be like to fuck him.

To be that woman kneeling before him as he slipped in and out of her mouth, throwing his head back as she suckled on the crown of his erection....or even better to have his mouth between her thighs as he worshiped her nether parts....she had to stop with the fantasizing or she wouldn't get anything done.

When she stood up on the block as the emcee essentially combined both her professional resume and her body measurements in one breathless spiel, she had looked out and saw him standing there with a Scotch in his hand and his dark eyes on her.

Oh god...he wasn't going to...was he going to throw his own bid in the mix? Her mind played with the what ifs involved and her panties began to dampen in anticipation.

This was silly really because she wasn't going to have sex with the man who bought her. She wasn't a prostitute after all...not even for the night...not even for charity.

But there he stood clearly sizing her up...judging by the pensive look on his tanned face and the way he stood there, his arms casually folded after he put his glass down. The lights dimmed and the spotlight turned on her as she walked the ramp like a model, swaying her body a little because after all...if she got the bidding crowd of men worked up...more money for bidding on her...and more money for charity so that Sofia could meet her fundraising goal.

All good...and out of it, she'd get this snazzy wardrobe and a fun evening out on the town with some of L.A.'s wealthiest bachelors.

But who would the winner be...could it be....and after the dust had cleared and even she had to wait to see who won...it was Dallas.

She licked her lips as she watched him come and claim his purchase after he had whipped out a check for...$25,000. Wow, she thought, as the audience cheered and applauded the bid and the winner. But she felt nervous...because she worked for him and the way he looked at her...damn he had no interest in some platonic date...

Her panties tugged at her pussy as she moved to get off the stage and he had held out his hand, helping her step down, before she stood in front of him.

"I guess you won me..."

He studied her face for a long moment...his eyes not leaving hers and she felt if she weren't careful...then he reached forward with a couple of fingers and caressed a lock off of her face but not before tugging it gently.

Possessively.

Damn, she was in serious trouble here...already. He studied her as if he were really looking at her for the first time...taking in her attributes...almost as if he were touching them.

"So how do you show a girl a good time?"

He tilted his face.

"You'll see...but tonight I'm just Dallas...I'm not the man who hired you...who you work for...the one you see at the office...I'm the one..."

He bent his face to her ear.

"I'm the one who's going to fuck you."

She nearly fell off of her heels as she looked at him trying to contain her shock...and her pleasure...good god...somewhere inside of her she sung...at the thought that he wanted her...enough to have paid that much money...yeah maybe she should have been offended that he had bought her to have her...but she was too turned on at this point to even think about the moral implications.

At least not until later...when she came back down to earth...because damn, she knew he'd be good. He was built like an athlete but not one who trained inside...but who had built his body through his outdoor adventures. His ass was finely sculpted with muscle and sheathed by his pants...at least for now.

But he tucked his arm inside hers and beckoned at her to follow him out of the ballroom and towards the gold plated elevators.

"Where are we going...?"

He cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Where do you think?"

She smiled.

"No pleasantries first," she asked, "no conversation?"

He shook his head as they waited for the elevator. The doors opened and they got inside and she gazed at him, not knowing to expect because he seemed like an animal caged...and not for the first time either. He turned toward her and touched her diamond necklace, the fabric of her gown.

"Nice...beautiful even...but not as much as you..."

She knew a line when she heard one but she asked flattered...it wasn't too hard because even with all his intensity, he could be a charmer.

"I bet you say that to all the women you buy at auction..."

His eyes darkened and he caressed her bare arm.

"Not all are as lovely you...and I can't wait to get those clothes off of you."

She could imagine herself standing naked in front of him, her nipples hardened and maybe only wearing her heels as he kissed her on the mouth, taking ownership of her...at least for the night. The thought of him holding onto her waist while his lips traveled down her body, flickering on her nipples, darting in and out of her navel and when he got down lower...oh her pussy hummed at the thought of his mouth, his tongue...there...while she arched her back from the pleasure.

Licking her lips at the thought of it...didn't appeal as much...as what reality could bring. She watched him closely as he released her and then leaned towards the console to press a button that brought them to a jolting stop. She looked at him in question, but her insides shivered at what she knew would happen...because men only pushed that button in transit for one reason...

"We don't have much time until someone tries to use the elevator...come here..."

She heard the urgency in his voice and felt a charge in the confines of the car. After she stepped closer, he grabbed hold of her, and slammed her against the side of the elevator wall.

Oh god, she almost felt the wind knocked out of her as he pressed his body hungrily against her own and damn, he felt hard, his muscle tensed and she could feel the power held in check inside of him...waiting to explode.

His lips claimed hers in a quick movement that shocked her with its stealth, but she wrapped her arms around him as he flicked his tongue lightly caressing her lips before he seared his mouth against the soft plumpness of her lips. Oh god, the manner that he took her with just his mouth, what a turn off as her pussy dampened and her body shivered even more as he didn't give her an inch to move as he took her mouth as she knew he'd take her body.

The man who could be decisive even ruthless in controlling a business merger brought some of that flavor to his bed...or against the wall of an elevator.

"Oh God, Kelly..."

He groaned and she knew that she drove him to it...not sure how long but he pushed against her more insistently, his hands pressing into the wall on either side of her as his body held her fast. She tasted his mouth with her own tongue tentatively and then her mouth began to explore his and when he pressed against her pliant lips with his insistent tongue, this time she let him breach her mouth and stroke the inside of it.

That almost made her lose control right there, and she dared meet his tongue with her own and they stroked each other...sending delightful chills through her. She started working on his tux, pushing him away enough to make it clear to him she wanted some of his clothes off of him...the jacket...which he slipped out of him leaving his silk shirt. She rubbed her hands against it over his chest and felt his nipples harden beneath it and his breath quicken.

He moved his hands to unzip her gown and she heard the zipper saw through the dress material and she felt a jolt of excitement as a feathery draft of air caught her bare skin on her back. He pushed the sleeves off of her dress and it fell to the floor.

His eyes widened as she stood before him in a fleshy bra with tiny studs and a wisp of matching panties...her pussy barely contained...and her breasts...they struggled to be free...

"I've got to see them..."

He kissed her again while he unhooked her bra in the front and her creamy colored breasts with rosy pink nipples sprung out and in front of him. She knew he wanted to taste them, to suck on them and she groaned at the vision that came to her, at the sensations which would jolt to her pussy.

"Please..."

He knew what she wanted but it would have to wait...he had to have her...he had to take her now...and let her take him inside of her. She looked at him, bare on top with only her panties, left besides her teasing thigh highs and heels...she looked so damn hot...he felt his erection strain against his pants...as he took her mouth again..and then inches away from her face, their eyes locked on each other, counting each other's breath, he took hold of her panties with a couple of fingers on each hand and deftly pulled them down her legs...unveiling her dark blonde curls that hid most of her pussy...though he could make out her vulva...glistening with dew.

His mouth watered...but to satisfy it by tasting her...feasting on her pussy...that would have to wait until later...because...his erection threatened to unleash itself. She smiled at him softly.

"Let me..."

She unzipped his pants and freed his cock...which loomed large both in its length and its sheer girth...the crown glistened with its own juice and she held onto the shaft stroking it softly...longingly.

Because she wanted to taste him too, for him to slide that luscious head inside of her mouth so she could wrap her lips around him and control the pace.

He couldn't wait and neither could he...he leaned against her, his erection stabbing her pelvis...and she gasped as his musk reached her.

"Do I need anything...?"

She looked up at him...and shook her head.

"I'm on the pill and I'm healthy...and you..."

"So am I....one less thing to distract us..."

His mouth settled on hers and they really tasted each other this time as he grabbed her waist and lifted her up so she could grab hold of him with her lithe legs as well as her arms. The lacy of the thigh highs caressed the bare skin they sheathed every time she squeezed his hips with her thighs.

She waited for him to take her but when he did, with a powerful thrust inside of her, she caught her breath. Her pussy had ached to feel him but it burned when he stretched its walls in order so he'd fit snugly inside her warm moistness.

"You okay...cause you feel fucking great..."

She sighed against him...with his penis wedged inside of her already developing some delightful friction.

"Then feel great fucking me..."

He needed no further invitation as he flexed his powerful ass and thrust deeply inside of her before withdrawing like a low tide and then rushing inside of her again. She felt so damn good tightening around him and he plunged in deeper.

"Harder...faster...," she urged in a breathless whisper.

He thrust into her and her body pressed against the unyielding wall of the elevator and she knew later she'd feel bruised but right now all she felt was him stroking her deliciously and her orgasm building. She had to come...because she felt him inside of her getting ready to climax.

He pumped harder and faster and she held onto him tighter, moaning words she forgot as soon as they left her lips. And then just like that, she exploded, into hundreds of shards of the most exquisite pleasure...racing through her insides...all over, pursued by a blast of heat. He arched his own back and his moans mixed with her cries as his erection convulsed and then his warm juices shot inside of her, as he slowed his thrusting down still pinning her against the wall.

Their hearts race and she mewed as she felt his mouth on her again in a sealing kiss...they remained joined together for a long moment until she gently released her grip on him and they disentangled themselves still holding onto each other.

"Oh god...that was intense..."

She gazed over as he finally leaned against the wall, his erection softening as he deftly placed it back in his pants.

"Yeah..."

He handed her back her panties and she put them on...feeling suddenly very wet with their combined juices. Then the reality of what had happened just hit her..and she thought she had just fucked Dallas...and she wanted to do it again...when her energy came back....she thought as she put on her bra and her dress and he zipped her up again.

"Well we'd better put this elevator back in service...I'm surprised it didn't start moving while we were going at it."

She smiled at the thought...now that would be embarrassing and might scandalize the worthwhile auction so better to have not...she watched as he pushed the button and it started moving again.

Upward...to the penthouse floor....she looked at him quizzically.

"Where are we going?"

He smiled at her picking up his jacket.

"Up to the suite that's waiting...I've got champagne, chilled and some strawberries...and 1000 square feet I want to fuck you over every square inch of...beginning with the nice large bed..."

She swallowed noisily.

"But..."

He touched her mouth with his finger.

"You think fucking you now is going to do it? I'm in this for the weekend...and then after that...we'll come up with something..."

The elevator door clanged its arrival and it opened revealing a lobby leading towards what she knew to be some of the most exclusive suites in the city of exclusivity.

She geared up for the weekend ahead...thinking it just might be the most exciting couple of days and nights of her life.



The Auction



She primped nervously in the mirror. It was the first night in weeks that they were going out to play, and everything needed to be perfect. She was wearing the dress that he had bought just for tonight. The snow-white, stretchy fabric clung tightly to the curves of her body. She gazed into the mirror, marveling in the way that it showed off her full round breasts, and the way that her hard, dark nipples showed clearly through the fabric. Turning slightly, she examined how smoothly it hung on the curve of her ass, just barely covering it. She wondered for an instant if her pussy lips would be visible if she bent over too quickly, and that brief thought sent a quiver through her body.

She regained her composure and returned to her preening. Her hair had to be perfect too, so she had spent an eternity twisting the dark, red-black strands into a single, long braid that cascaded down her back. The braid was secured at the end by a thin ribbon, tied tightly into a small bow that dangled precisely above the curve of her ass. She had paid extra attention to making sure the bow was secure, so that it wouldn't come loose no matter how hard it was pulled - no matter how hard he pulled. She tugged at it to make doubly sure, and pressure from that motion made the tingle return, this time to her pussy.

As she looked into the mirror she could see him approach her from behind. He too was dressed impeccably with his tall, slender body encased in a charcoal grey suit covering a fitted white shirt. The only color in either of their wardrobes was the thin red necktie, secured around his neck in a perfectly tied knot. She felt herself involuntarily sigh, as he wrapped his arms around her, crushing her large breasts and pulling her tightly to him. He kissed her neck gently, lovingly.

"You look exquisite," he whispered. "You are going to be my perfect little whore tonight."

His words were a pronouncement, a statement of fact that he didn't need to speak out loud. She was completely his, anytime and anywhere, but she also knew he wanted to hear her repeat it. She turned slowly to him, wrapping her arms tenderly around his neck.

"Of course. I am your whore," she said softly, "tonight, tomorrow ... forever."

Her luscious, pink lips found his, and the two of them became entwined in the most lovingly gentle kiss. She lost herself in the romance of the moment because she knew it would likely be the last gentle act of the evening. Inside her was a fire that was desperate to rip his clothes off right there and - but no, it wasn't time for that. She needed to be his perfect little whore tonight. She would be patient.

Before the evening could commence, her wardrobe needed one final touch. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a narrow strip of pure white leather. Her heartbeat quickened at the sight, and without hesitation she promptly turned away from him and lifted the braid of her hair to expose her bare neck. With practised hands, he placed the collar around her and tightened it with extreme care. When he had finished, both of their gazes returned to the mirror. The collar was beautiful, made of braided white leather that matched her white dress exactly, and it was studded with four sparkling diamonds. He made sure it was snug - tight enough that she would always feel it, but not so tight as to restrict her breathing, or to prevent his cock from sliding down her throat for that matter. In the front and back were platinum rings and her right hand instinctively wandered to touch the cool metal, playing with it, while her mind wondered when he would attach her leash.

"Come," he said.

She squirmed in the passenger seat of the car as they drove off in silence. The leather seat felt cool against her bare thighs as she longed to feel something warmer there. Her anticipation came to a halt after only a short drive as they pulled into the parking lot of one of their favorite restaurants. She was puzzled when he led her toward the door as she wasn't at all hungry, well not for what was on the menu here anyway.

She looked at him quizzically, but he just said "Come", and guided her inside.

They were quickly seated at a table that seemed much too public for anything naughty, at least that is, if they ever were to be allowed back. She continued to question him with her eyes, longing to know what he wanted her to do, but just like any other normal night out, the waiter came and took their order. There was nothing special going on here tonight. He sat silently, only speaking to order their usual entrees, accompanied by a favorite wine. During the salad course, she finally grabbed his hand and looked in his eyes searching for some signal.

"Relax," he said softly, "be patient and enjoy your meal."

Now she began to understand that he was just teasing her, tempting her. He was testing her resolve to make sure she would be whatever he wanted her to be tonight. Alright, she thought to herself, "I can wait. I can be patient."

Her resolve barely lasted until the main course arrived. She was dying for him to touch her, scold her, screw her, anything but this. So she quietly slid her chair closer to his and reached one hand under the table to brush his thigh, but he only pushed it away and continued eating. She tried again a few moments later, this time being bolder, trying to search for his cock, but he grabbed her wrist, twisted it hard, and pushed her hand back into her lap.

"No," he said, firmly but quietly, to not disturb the other diners around them.

She felt a mild shot of pain through her wrist as his touch left her, pain that was a small bittersweet relief. At least it was a something, some feeling that came from him. It was a gift from his touch, and that was enough to cause her wetness to flow. She needed him and craved him now more than before. Still somehow not believing he would tease her mercilessly with just dinner, she got up to go to the ladies room and begged him to come with her. She bent over, displaying her ample breasts to him and whispered in his ear all the filthiest things she would do to him in the ladies room, but he was completely unfazed.

"Hurry back, or your food will get cold," was all he said.

Dejected, she stormed to the restroom and slammed the door of the stall behind her. She reached down and felt her moistness, not believing how wet she was. A part of her was desperate to bring herself to orgasm right there, just to take help the edge off, but another part of her knew that she couldn't. He knew exactly what to do to her, exactly how to bring her anticipation to such a height before pushing her over the edge. She hoped that was what he was doing now - she prayed that was what he was doing now. She secretly lit a cigarette, but it didn't help either. So she summoned all her resolve and returned to the table, with the intention to be whatever he wanted. Her dinner remained untouched while she preferred to stare into his eyes, trying to decipher some secret code as to what would lie ahead. He ordered dessert. She hated him for that. She watched him slowly consume the creamy confection and dreamed that he was eating her instead, that his tongue was buried inside her. Her wetness ran out onto the chair. She waited.

It seemed like it was days, before he finally paid the check and they got up to leave. He took her by the arm and led her out to the car. She wanted him to take her right there in the parking lot, right there on the hood of the car. She reached up to kiss him, but he just said, "No, be a good girl".

That wasn't playing fair. She had always been his good girl. It made her feel complete that no matter what he made her do, no matter how dirty, at the end, he always called her his good little girl. It would have crushed her to not be good tonight, of all nights. She tried to smile at him, but inside she was holding back a tear. She hated him even more, but her needs outweighed the hate so she sank into the car and waited. They drove for a very long time. At times he reached over and stroked her hand, but that was just torture instead of compassion. She needed so much more. She bit her lip to distract herself from the ache in her pussy and curled up into a ball while her eyes gazed longingly at his face illuminated in the passing headlights.

"Please," at one point she felt herself say.

"Soon," he replied lovingly, and he stroked her hair gently.

She had closed her eyes to try to sleep, and didn't notice when they had finally stopped. The passenger door opened, and he reached in and lifted her from the seat, placing her gently onto her feet. She saw that they were now in the parking lot of what looked like a bar. It was somewhere she had never been, and from the seedy look of the surroundings, was probably somewhere she never would have gone on her own. Her ache was so great that she didn't trust herself to form words, so she just looked longingly into his eyes, and this time she saw something different then before. They were still gentle, but there was something devious in their depths now and her hope began to swell. That is when she heard the click. It was a sound she knew without question, one she had grown to love. It was the click of the leash being snapped onto her collar. Her heart began to pound, racing so fast she wondered how long it could sustain the rhythm. He yanked slightly at the chain, and then pulled her forward. She loved him.

Inside was a small, dingy tavern. The two of them were exceedingly overdressed for such a place, especially when compared to the 20 or 30 casually dressed patrons. There was a long wooden bar along one wall that spanned the length of the room. Tables were scattered around the rest with a minuscule area in the center of the room that might have been for dancing. It was dark, but in her gleaming white dress she shone throughout the room and she knew that every pair of eyes were on her as she trailed her lover across the floor. She reveled in the limelight.

He led her to the bar, and ordered 2 drinks from the barmaid, an older but still quite attractive woman. He lingered to chat and laugh with the stranger, and she felt that they were being entirely too friendly. She scowled at the woman and briefly contemplated lunging at her, before remembering that the leash held her firmly in place. She contented herself with the scowl and secretly hated the woman.

He pulled her further into the bar, finally arriving at a table in farthest, darkest corner. He took a seat, and pulling firmly on the leash, forced her down onto the dirty floor. She obeyed without question and instinctively curled up at his feet, wrapping her arms around his ankles. For the first time tonight she felt a little frightened, as he had never brought her anywhere like this before. Her thoughts raced, wondering what he would have her do here? Her heart was still pounding, but being at his feet with the collar caressing her neck made her feel protected in some strange way. She watched as the barmaid brought over the drinks. The maid placed his glass on the table, but hers was prepared in a small bowl and placed on the floor in front of her. She wondered how that bitch could have possibly known to bring hers in a bowl? She glanced up at her lover and considered for a brief moment whether they had ever fucked. She now officially despised the barmaid.

"Drink," he said to her in a firm voice as he pushed her head down into the bowl. "It will help you relax."

She did as he commanded, lapping up the clear alcohol from the bowl, relishing the burn in her throat. Before long, the barmaid brought another round, and she lapped it up too. It still burned the second time, but the heat of the alcohol did seem to calm her a bit. She curled back up to his ankles and waited. They sat watching the crowd for quite some time. The local men were guzzling their beers while a few tried to win the affections of the few women in the crowd. After a time the crowd gradually thinned as one by one customers paid their bills and left. It was getting near closing time now, and there were now only about a dozen men left in the bar. The calming effects of the alcohol were wearing off and her frustration was building again. She lifted up on all fours and began scratching at his leg, moving her hands upward, reaching for his cock. Like in the restaurant earlier, he grabbed her hand but this time he wrenched her arm behind her back, and pushed her to the floor.

"No!" he said, so loudly that everyone could hear. "No".

Pain went through her, but it was not from the physical treatment, rather from the pain of need. She was at her wits end. She needed to satisfy something primal, something filthy in her. Her thoughts were on nothing else right now but wanting, needing. She pouted, begging him with her eyes, and he sensed she was finally ready to do anything he would ask. He grabbed her long braided hair and pulled her up to him. He looked in her eyes, and they were red with longing. His eyes were hard and cold now, and all their gentleness was gone.

He asked her firmly, "Are you my whore tonight?"

"Yes." came her reply, in more of a grunt than a statement. His words combined with the steady pressure pulling on the back of her head had set her juices flowing again.

"Yes" she said again. "Yes, yes!"

He smiled a raw, devious smile and in one fluid movement, stood up and lifted her off the floor. He cradled her in his arms and strode across the room to the bar. Just before placing her down onto the surface of the bar he whispered in her ear.

"Just remember, your pussy belongs to me, and you only cum for me."

He stepped behind the bar, and said something else to the barmaid that incited a giggle. She scowled, secretly planning the barmaid's demise, but he pulled on her leash and motioned for her to crawl across the bar. There were a couple patrons seated there who were pleasantly surprised by the impromptu show and pulled their drinks aside so she could crawl past. She felt dirty, like a piece of meat on display, but she crawled forward as commanded. He stopped her somewhere near the center of the bar, and he began to speak to the crowd.

"Gentlemen, how are you all doing this evening?" he asked.

The only response was silence, as they all stared at her body displayed before them on the bar.

"I want to introduce you all to this fine young whore here," he called out. "I'll tell you that she is the finest cocksucker you have ever seen, in fact she is, without a doubt, the finest in the whole damn state!"

He turned to her, commanding, "show them that pretty mouth of yours," and then he pushed her around so she was facing the crowd. She loved it when he said she was the best cocksucker, because she was. She knew it. She could give blow jobs all night long and never tire. She loved the taste of cum and the right cock, hitting her throat just right, could even get her off. She looked out into the crowed, spied one particularly grimy-looking patron and opened her mouth slightly for him, licking her lips. She raised one finger to her mouth and sucked it in, advertising her skill. In the position she was in, her tits hung right in the face of one of the men at the bar. She looked down at him and instinctively pressed her tits into his face, knocking the baseball cap right off his head. Her momentary attempt at making her own fun ended when she felt a hard tug on her leash that pulled her back around to the side, and dutifully she started crawling back down to the end of the bar.

"I can see you gentlemen don't seem to believe how good a cocksucker she is," he continued. "Well I'll tell you what. $100. Anyone of you bring up a $100 and she will suck you off right here at the bar!"

She swallowed hard. Had she really heard him say that? Was he auctioning her off to the crowd? He had never done anything like that before, never asked for money. He'd given her to men and woman, watching as they had their way with her, but never this. The realization hit her that she literally was his whore tonight, and her juices ran down her leg and onto the bar. There was some muttering in the crowd, but no one took them up on the offer.

"Come on my dear, you have to sell it," he said to her as he smacked her ass and then dragged her forcefully back to the center of the bar. She slid across the smooth surface as he pulled on her leash. He turned her around, this time so her ass was facing the crowd, and he reached across and yanked her dress up over her ass, her dripping pussy there for everyone to see. Unexpectedly, she blushed, but also wondered if her juices made it glisten in the smoky light.

"Surely someone must have $100 for the chance to fuck the mouth of my horny little slut," he shouted. "Look how wet she is. Look how bad she wants it." When no one responded, he continued "OK, how about $80."

She now found herself the centerpiece of some bizarre reverse auction, and her lover, was the carnival barker selling her off to what now seemed like the lowest bidder.

"No?" he continued, "well then how about $60?"

She began to wonder if this was all a joke. Maybe this was just another tease to build up her anticipation for the real event. Maybe. Then she heard a voice in the crowd.

"I've got a $50," it called out.

Her heart stopped dead. She looked at her auctioneer's face, silently asking if he was really going to sell her to the crowd, but he was already busy clearing space at the bar for the man who had made the offer. The patron tossed the money onto the bar and stepped up a couple of seats away from where she was crouching.

"That's the spirit," her lover said. "Step right up and show her your cock."

Her head was spinning. She continued searching for some sign in her lover's face that this was just a test, but there was none. He barely looked at her as he dragged her by the leash down to the location right in front of the man who had paid the money. He grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around so she was facing the customer. She didn't want to look up to see the man's face and so instead looked down to see a small but semi-hard dick hanging just below her. She was scared, but at the same time, she knew she had never felt this aroused before. She wanted to be her lover's dirty, nasty slut, and now was the time to put up or shut up. She leaned forward to put her mouth on this strangers dick, but she couldn't reach. To her surprise she started pouting. She needed to reach it.

Her man knew what to do, and he pushed her down so her stomach was flat on the bar. He grabbed her by her now upturned calves and pushed forward. She slid until her boobs fell off the edge, fearing she would fall to the floor, but he held her firmly, and now her mouth was right in front of this strange new cock. Instinct took over from there and she spread her lips wide and swallowed it whole. Gasps came from several guys in the crowd, amazed at her skills. She was the show now, and the whore in her loved it. She wanted desperately to prove to him that she was the best little cocksucker, and so she clamped her mouth down and sucked as hard as she could. With her hands not needed to support her, she reached around and grabbed the man's ass through his jeans, and pulled him into her, forcing his small cock in and out of her wet mouth.

It didn't take long before she could hear his breathing quicken. He started to moan, and that only made her suck harder. In only a moment the quiet was broken by one loud grunt from the stranger, as his balls tightened, and he emptied them into her mouth. She held him in and swallowed all that she could, not wanting to let a single drop spill onto the grimy floor. Heat swept through her body and she was enjoying the feeling of this foreign dick twitching in her mouth when she was wrestled from her afterglow. Her man yanked her by her braid up to her knees on the bar. He pulled her head back so that everyone could see the few drops of cum still coating her lips. For the first time all night she truly smiled. It was a devious little smile, the smile of a whore doing just what a good whore needs to do.




The Auction



Part 1

"But why an auction? It's just making me into a prostitute!" Jill had her angry and hurt look; one, which Mark knew, meant she was about to dig her heels in.

"No, it won't!" Mark had to tread carefully now if he was going to get his beautiful wife to go along with the plan. "What it is, er, is instead of the old seedy thing of throwing the men's car keys onto a table and then letting the women pick up a key at random, the men bid for the woman of their choice. This way, the men get a chance to have a choice of who they take, the husbands might make a bit of money if their wife is a good looker. And the women get a chance to be paraded in front of an audience," he finished lamely.

Jill still didn't seem convinced. " Oh yes, and what about any unfortunate women who don't get bought; they are going to be mortified. And the husband who might be left with his own wife!" she put a hand to her mouth, stifling an involuntary smile.

"That won't happen. Only good-looking women are invited to compete, and of course all the men will want a woman for the night. That's why they're going, after all," explained Mark. He knew that his wife's objections were mainly just a show of reluctance; she was as keen on this as he was. They had agreed in principle to go to a swinger's party, ages ago but were only now getting the details sorted out.

"So I go on show in front of a load of randy old goats and then get taken off by the one with the most money?" Mark shrugged, "I suppose that's about it, but I promise that none of the men are going to be too ugly for you to stomach." Jill seemed to be giving it some thought. "Okay, lets do it, if that's what you want."

Mark relaxed, letting his breath out slowly, not wanting his wife to see his relief.

Later, over drinks, they began to discuss the details. Mark explained that the auction would take place at a local motel, in the evening. The place had a small cabaret room with a low stage on which the women would be displayed. It would be like a sort of Miss World contest, in that they would each be brought on singly, then as a group and then singly again for the bidding.

"Will we all be naked all the time?" Jill asked.

"Well, all the details haven't been finalised yet but you'll probably keep your clothes on, at least until the bidding starts", bluffed Mark, who in truth didn't know for sure.

"If you think I'm going to parade in the nude for a gang of men then you must be very optimistic!" she snapped.

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Mark had met the man a few weeks earlier when he had visited a lap-dancing club with some colleagues from work. The man hadn't been a member of their party but he began chatting to Mark, casually, about the girls' relative attributes and performing skills. They had gotten on well. The mans' name was Harry and he was a lot older than Mark, about 50 or so, Mark guessed. It seemed that Harry was a man of some means, owning property and a motel in a nearby town.

Harry observed that the lap-dancers, although very attractive were really just a fantasy; no real contact was possible, and even if a girl could be bought then it would be simply a commercial transaction on her part. Sex with a price tag was a poor substitute for a varied diet of real women. "Yes," said Mark, "That's all very well, but how can any man, except the most handsome or famous, ever manage to get his hands on so many women? When you have a job to hold down, and a wife to keep happy, then even finding the time to look for willing women was difficult." Harry laughed, you had to get organised, he said; you had to find a group of like-minded men who would lend their own women in expectation of receiving similar favours. That way, with an ever-widening circle of such acquaintances then there would be a continuous supply of women for his use. Mark tried to follow the strangers' meaning through an alcoholic haze. "You mean wife-swapping!" he almost shouted. "Oh, that's no use. You'd need to get her involved, and that's too complicated. Simple, anonymous sex is what we want; no names, no personal details exchanged, that's the best."

Harry shook his head sadly, " I thought you were listening, lad. But you've not heard a word. I'm telling you that there's a way to get all the cunt you want and you go off dreaming again. Look, if you want to receive then you have to give a little. And you'll get plenty if you can persuade your wife to play ball; most women will, you know. They love to be the subject of a strangers' lust. And, remember; an excited, nervous woman who may or may not be willing, is infinitely more interesting than any paid slack-eyed whore" Suddenly Harry stood up and moved as if to leave. He reached into an inside pocket and pulled out a business card. "Give me a ring, and we'll talk again," he said, "goodbye." And with that he walked directly out of the club. 

After the man left, Mark watched some more dancing but now he saw how dis-interested the girls were. Their expressions were fixed in smiles but their tired eyes revealed the lies. Feeling strangely dissatisfied he had gone home, leaving the other men to it.

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"So how do I have to dress?" she asked. "I suppose something kinky, sussies, or rubber gear or something?"

"No, Harry says to wear whatever we like, whatever we think is sexy."

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Mark had called Harry shortly after their first meeting in the club. They had had regular meetings in the evenings after work since then. Harry had invited Mark to join the "little swingers gang" that he had been organising for a couple of years now.

"But you'll have to bring your own little woman; no free rides. So get on with talking her into it. And of course, I'll need to see a couple of photos of her; Jill isn't it? No offence meant, but the high quality of the group has to be maintained." 

Mark had taken his time with Jill, broaching the subject of swinging in roundabout ways. They had even acted out fantasies in the bedroom of Jill being taken by a stranger; sometimes she was "raped", others consenting to be shared with another man.

Eventually it had been Jill who had suggested they try swinging. Mark had felt a bit hurt, even though it was his idea. He told Jill that he didn't think they should get into a regular thing with some other couple. That seemed sort of sordid. No, lets see if we can find a "scene" which will be so different that we will only need to join it occasionally; giving us something to look forward to. That is, if we decide to do it more than once.

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It was another evening met in a pub. Harry bought the beers. "So. Have you decided to join us or what?" he asked.

"Yes. But there's just one or two things I need to get straight," muttered mark. "You see, what about Jill? I mean, will she find herself with some ugly old git whose going to turn her right off? If that happens she wont give us another opportunity to swap again!" Harry smiled, "Don't worry, lad. She'll be all right. The men are all reasonably good-looking, if not all Hugh Grants!" He chuckled at his little joke.

"So. Have you made a decision? If you've brought a couple of photos, I will be able to tell you if you can join us." 

Mark brought out the half dozen pictures of Jill he had taken over the past couple of years. Jill in a bikini on holiday. Jill at a party wearing a posh frock. Jill gardening in jeans. Harry looked them over with approval. "Very nice, lad." He smiled, "she'll do nicely"

The two men then talked about the details; time and place, Jill's' clothes, protocol.

"Protocol?" asked Mark.

"Oh yes, lad. There's things to remember to do, and not do." He told Mark how he must not interfere in the proceedings once they had begun. They were both expected to abide by the rules of the club and they must not dispute with the bidders.

"Even if you don't like the winner or the choice of women you are left with you must say nothing. And." Here his voice became more urgent with a firm authority Mark hadn't noticed before. "And you must not try to prevent your wife being led away by her buyer. You'd be surprised how many men suddenly lose their nerve when they see her go with another man. Neither of you will be allowed to change your minds". 

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"So. It's all arranged, is it?" Jill asked, a bit sniffilly.

"Only if you are in agreement," answered Mark. 

"I don't have to stand naked, do I?" 

"No, just wearing whatever you feel happy in," said Mark, who in truth was hoping she would allow herself to be displayed completely nude. He had had to explain to Harry that she would not participate unless that was clearly understood. Harry had accepted her condition reluctantly. He had been hoping the couple would be a little more submissive but he didn't want to risk losing their involvement. Harry had followed Jill secretly a couple of times as she had come into town to work or shop and had decided that she was a very good-looking woman. She would do very nicely.

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They decided that Jill would wear simple, rather conservative clothes. They went out shopping for a blue pleated skirt, tiny white panties, a white blouse, and high heeled pumps with ankle straps; she would go bra-less.

The auction was planned for the following Tuesday evening. Their nervousness grew with every passing hour.

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During the late afternoon of Tuesday, Harry phoned to check that they were still on. Mark assured him that they would be there.

Jill took a long slow bath and washed her blonde hair. Mark watched her dry herself and then put on a little make-up, his heart beginning to beat more quickly. When she was dressed and ready she looked so beautiful he almost changed his mind and wanted to have sex with her there and then and to hell with the auction.

"No Mark, you know Harry's rule; we can't have sex during the day before!" Mark knew the rule but felt hurt that his wife was so keen to abide by it.

Mark drove to the motel, a journey of about an hour. The tension in the car was almost measurable. They hardly spoke. When they arrived, a sign read, "no vacancies". A dozen or so cars were already parked. The place looked respectable, it was fairly new and was well maintained. They parked outside cabin 32 and went inside. There was no need to book in; Harry had sent the key through the post. Still unspeaking, Jill tidied her make-up and they had a drink from a free mini-bar in the corner of the room.

After they had waited nervously for twenty minutes, the phone rang, making them both jump. It was Harry. They were to come to the office. "Remember, Mark; you must not come in, you will go directly to the cabaret room!"

They walked together to the office. At the door they kissed and Jill went inside. Mark stood for a moment and then, with a sense of loss, walked to the large building at the end of the car park.

A smirking doorman/bouncer let him in. His eyes slowly became accustomed to the gloom and he saw Harry approaching. "Mark, good to see you!" he boomed, shaking hands. He led Mark through a smoky, rather tatty cabaret room to a polished glass topped bar.

"Have a drink." As Mark sipped at a single malt he looked around the room. He mentioned to Harry that there seemed to be a large number of men present, perhaps fifteen or twenty of them.

"I didn't expect so many unaccompanied men", said Mark, feeling increasingly uneasy.

"The more the merrier, eh?" Harry grinned and slapped him on the shoulder. 

At that moment spotlights illuminated the small raised stage and a female stripper came on. She was very pretty but the audience didn't seem to be very interested, Mark had the feeling they were paying him more attention. Whenever he looked away from Harry he felt surreptitious eyes turning away from him.

At that moment the phone on the bar rang and Harry answered it. As he spoke he looked directly at Marks face. "Yeh it's me. All ready? Is she being good? Oh dear did she? Did you? Good, good. Right then, let's get her on." He put the phone down and spoke to Mark, "Now then lad", said Harry, in his "down to business" tone. "It's just about time for the proceedings to begin. We'll go and sit down in a moment. Just let me tell you about a slight change in the programme. We often insert a theme to make things more interesting, and tonight the theme is bondage. I'm glad to say Jill seems to be very enthusiastic! "

"Jill?" exclaimed Mark. "What do you mean?" 

"She's a very talented girl, lad. Now go and sit down with my two friends here while I get things started." As Harry turned away, Mark tried to follow but was blocked by two muscular men who guided him to a table and then sat down on each side of him.

On the stage, the stripper cut short her gyrations as Harry approached with a microphone in his hand.

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When Jill entered the reception office she was met by a shy looking young man in his early twenties. "Hello, you must be Jill", he said. Jill just nodded, she felt even more nervous with this young man who must have known why she was here. The young man came from behind the desk, " I just have to check you out; sort of see that you are suitably dressed, okay?" 

"What!" she exclaimed, because he was already lifting her skirt. "Get off me, you little shit!" Without a pause the man slapped her hard across the face, stunning her; no one had ever hit her in her whole life! As her head reeled he pushed her face down across the desk and pulled her arms behind her. He tied her thumbs together, using a noose of thin cord, which must have been prepared earlier because it took only a moment to render her helpless. Keeping her face pressed onto the melamine surface with one hand he used the other to pull her skirt up over her bottom. She felt her panties being tugged down to her knees, and then, after being aware of him fumbling around for something, felt the most awful burning pain across the cheeks of her bottom. He pulled her upright again and she saw he was holding a very thin cane, the sort that school teachers once used to punish naughty children. The pain it had caused to her was incredible! "Now then, just stand there for a moment," he ordered. As she stood, he crouched down and pulled her panties down to her ankles. "Step out of them!" he stammered. Jill obeyed; she didn't want another taste of that cane.

"You certainly are a stupid sort of a cunt," he explained, "You've just changed the nature of the game. You only had to do as you were told but you failed the test. And now, well like I said, it's a new game." 

He picked up the phone and dialed, "It's Simon. She's all ready. No, she point-blank refused, so I've given her a stroke of Mister Cane and she's feeling a lot better. Okay, on our way." Putting down the phone he reached into a desk drawer and brought out an object. Forcing her jaws open by squeezing both sides of her jawbone inwards, he pushed it into her mouth. It was a plastic ball-gag, hollow and with holes all around its wall. He strapped it in place by a leather strap, which buckled at the back of her head. Jill could breathe okay, but the helpless feeling of being a non-person it engendered was indescribable.

"Okay cunt, follow me!" he ordered, and without checking to see if she was obeying him he walked to a door at the rear of the room. Jill followed him like the muzzled bitch puppy she had become.

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"Testing, testing!" yelled Harry into the microphone, tapping it with his finger to make sure it was working. "Friends, welcome to my place. I hope you've all enjoyed the show so far," murmurs of concurrence answered him, "good, good. Well, to finish off the evening we have a guest performer. She's a lovely little lady by the name of Jill." Mark stirred at hearing his wife's name, as if to protest, but one of his unknown companions touched his arm and gave a slow shake of his head, and he kept quiet.

"Now then," continued Harry, "Jill was originally a volunteer for tonight but sadly, or not, as how you see it, she declined to play the game during the initial part of the procedure and is now the principal performer in our bondage theme show. We may thank her husband, Mark for her presence here tonight. Gentlemen, I give you Jill."

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She followed the man through the door and down a short corridor, passing a large kitchen where cooks were preparing hot spicy food. One Asian looking man watched as she passed the open door. When he reached the end door the man opened it and gestured for her to go through first. It was darker and Jill could hear an amplified voice booming out. She was shocked to hear her name announced and a hand pushed her forward through a curtain and she was on a small stage, under hot bright spotlights! She had to squint through her eyelids to see. A large man in a suit was grinning at her and applause from an unseen audience was greeting her appearance.

Simon prodded her forward with the tip of his cane until she was standing in the centre of the raised platform. He came and stood beside her and used the cane to raise her skirt a couple of inches to reveal her pubic mound. He made her turn around and did the same again, to show her naked bottom and then walked off the stage.

Jill waited with trepidation and fear wondering what was to happen to her.

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Mark watched with a mixture of apprehension and excited anticipation as his lovely wife stood waiting with fear across her face. Around him the men sniggered and made obscene comments about her.

When the sounds suddenly sank to a murmur both he and his wife looked around to see the reason. A huge man, fat and naked was approaching her from behind. Mark gasped and almost called out to her. The man's cock was circumcised and partly erect.

Jill suddenly became aware of a presence behind her and tried to turn to see him properly but the man grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back sharply. She was pulled back against his chest and his other arm came around her and he tore her blouse open, revealing her firm, pointy breasts. Immediately, his hand dropped to the waistband of her skirt and tugged at it until the fastener broke and the skirt was allowed to slide down her legs to the floor. He dragged her away from the remains of her clothes. Now he removed the gag. Jill had a thousand things she wanted to scream at these awful people, she wanted to tell them how humiliated she felt, and that they had no right to use her as a fuck-piece. But now she could speak she kept quiet, afraid of their anger.

The man grabbed the woman's bush of pubic hair and dragged her off the stage, parading her between the tables so the audience could get a close-up look at her. She cried with pain as he led her along, her hips thrust out before her. As she passed Mark's table she saw him and glared at him. She tried to speak but the words wouldn't come.

One of Mark's guards squeezed the cheek of her bottom and then smirked at him as if to say, "what are you going to do about it?" Mark wanted to sink down in his seat, to become invisible.

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The fat man took her back to the small stage where he sat her on a table, facing forward. She looked sad and pathetic as she waited while he made some sort of preparations. The man was pulling down an apparatus, which lowered from the ceiling and consisted of two ropes with leather straps on the ends. When the straps were close enough, the man took her ankles and pulled her legs up so she fell onto her back. While he buckled a strap to each ankle, his flabby body kept brushing against her as he moved about, revolting her. Occasionally his ugly cock came close to her face and she knew that soon she was going to have to suck it, the thought alone made her retch.




The Auction



Nina felt they had been traveling for weeks and yet is was just a few days. They had been captured, rounded up and moved from place to place. The older women were taken off elsewhere and the younger ones were heaped into an old train. At each station more were added to the cramped conditions. She felt grubby and her clothes had started to smell.

The train stopped again and they were pushed off by the guards. They were again lined up and an officer walked down the line examining each girl in turn, looking at their faces and making them turn around as he checked them over. He selected some of the women and the rest were ordered back on the train. After he had completed the inspection there were about twelve girls left on the platform. The girls stood dejected with their few possessions as the train once more set out. They had been captured by the enemy from all over the country and were now sick of being carted around.

They were told to follow the officer and surrounded by guards, were escorted out of the station and down the road into the town.

As they shuffled along Nina looked around at her sister prisoners. She was surprised how young they all were none were over twenty five.

After a while they entered the town and were escorted along the Main road. The town consisted of a long main road and a few roads off to the side. The place seemed to be full of soldiers although a few civilians could be seen. Their presence brought a few wolf whistles and cat calls from the troops, which embarrassed Nina as she walked along. She tried to keep looking ahead to avoid the stares of the men. They were finally led into what appeared to be a small school along a bit from the shops and cafes towards the end of the main road. As she walked along she thought she saw in one of the cafes a women standing naked amongst the men, but realised she must be mistaken, it was probably a mannequin. She looked ahead to where they were heading. It had been converted to a camp, with huts having been erected on the playing fields. There were several soldiers milling around in groups in the playground at the back of the school.

The officer led them in through the front gates up the main drive and through a large door into the main building. Inside he spoke to an older woman officer, indicating the girls as he talked to her. He then left and they were left in the charge of the woman and several female guards. She looked them over and then led the women down a corridor and into one of the side rooms.

A woman sat at a bench with various papers in front of her. When they had all entered she spoke to them.

"Welcome to Sparta. I'm sure you are all wondering what is going on, this will soon become obvious. I am also sure you are feeling very dirty so the first thing we will do is to give you all showers to clean up. Through the door over there is the washroom with toilets and showers. Before you go through we will get you to deposit your luggage in a pile in the corner, it will be returned to you later. Also as your clothes are very dirty as you enter the shower room please remove all these and when you have finished we will issue you with more suitable attire. Shoes will also be issued. In the shower room you will find soaps and shampoos, along with towels and driers. Now if you will start we will get on.

Loath that she was to part with her case Nina knew she had no choice. Along with the others she piled her case in the corner and moving to the showers reluctantly began to remove her clothes. She hesitated in front of the guards before undressing as she had never taken all her clothes off in front of another person all her adult life, not even the doctor.

"Hurry up we haven't all day, not shy are we?" The guard remarked.

She was very apprehensive; still she could see they were all women together, so she felt it should be alright. Some of the others had already got undressed throwing there dirty clothes onto a pile by the door, so she hurriedly removed the final articles her now soiled and dirty underwear. Clutching her breasts and covering her crutch followed the group into the washroom. 

The room had toilets on one side with open fronts and no doors and showers on the other, neither had , Nina along with other girls rushed into the toilets and relieve themselves, before taking a shower.

As the woman had promised, there were all the cleansers she could want. The others were soon laughing at the feel of the warm water on their dirty bodies. At last they could be clean if only for a while. As they showered several female guards stood around watching them.

They chatted as the water eased their aches, and washed the accumulated filth from their bodies. As they relaxed Nina had a better chance to look over her companions. They were all young and good looking. They came in all kinds of shapes and bodies. There were slim girls with small pert breasts and thin legs to fuller girls with big boobs. None of the girls were fat though. Now they were cleaned they all looked positively beautiful. Nina knew she was regarded as a good looking platinum blonde, she was between the two extremes with a slim body and slightly larger than normal breasts, tipped with small pert nipples. Her pubic hair was almost invisible being so fair, just a pale fuzz which did little to cover her vulva. All too soon the water stopped and they dried themselves with towels provided, Afterward wrapping the towels around themselves for the sake of their decency, and finished their ablutions by brushing and combing their hair. The guards still stood around with a amused expression on their faces grinning and chatting quietly to each other. Nina had the feeling the guards knew more than they were letting on. Their faces had a kind of smirk on them.

"Your attention ladies, come over here."

The head guard, waved them over to her. The girls stood warily in front of the guards their towels wrapped tightly around their bodies.

"In a line, hurry now."

When the girls were lined up the head guard moved over to them and walked down the line. Another guard followed, carrying a small box in front of her. Another guard walked behind. At the first girl the head guard reached into the box and removed a red leather choker necklace, which she fitted around the girl's neck. On the collar was a ring, and a metal tag exactly like a dog collar. To Nina's surprize she realised it was a dog collar. The only difference was that it was lockable and could not be removed with out a key. The head guard then told the girl to remove her towel and hand it to the guard. The girl was going to hesitate but realised she had no choice in the matter. As she let the towel unwrap her breasts and pubes were exposed to the guards again. She stood unclothed in front of the head guard. Who looked her up and down for a moment. She reached up and fondled the girl's breasts squeezing them and tweaking her nipples which instantly erected themselves, much to the girl's embarrassment. Reaching into the box again she drew out with an adjustable rubber stamp. Turning the girl around she pressed the stamp onto the top of one of the girls naked buttocks leaving a number one printed there. The girl was ordered to place her hands behind her back. The head guard then fastened her hands together with a pair of handcuffs.

"Turn round."

The girl was now helpless and at the mercy of all.

"You will now be known as one, you have no names here, and remember, obey immediately you are called. What is your name?"

"Lisa."

The guard slapped the girl hard across the face. The sound made the rest of the girls jump. After which there was a shocked silence.

"Stupid girl, what did I just tell you? You are number one. What's your name?"

"Number One."

Again the girl was slapped. "Number one what one?"

"Number one, mam!"

"You are our slaves, remember you are nothing less than animals we are always your superiors. You will always obey and everyone is either mam or sir, do you all understand?"

Along with the rest of the girls, Nina nodded. The slapped girl stood naked, her face red from the shame and the slaps.

With out returning the towel, she moved onto the next girl, until after ten minutes or so she had collared, fondled and stamped every girl. Nina still blushed from the feel of the guards hands upon her breasts, her nipples still erected from the brutal squeezing they were given. Now every girl stood in front of the grinning guards fully frontally exposed, handcuffed, each with a different number stamped on their buttocks. Nina's number was twelve. As their hands were pinned behind them they were prevented from covering their nakedness. Nina looked around at the girls all of whom were red with shame. She tried the strength of the cuffs but they were too strong to be broken. What would she do if she could break them? The head ordered the guards to put down the box and towels. The girls were left standing as the guard went over to the desk and picked up the phone. After making the call she returned to the girls looking at her watch.

Nina shivered in the cool air, her skin forming little goose bumps and her nipples remained hard and erect in the cool room. Her stomach had a sinking feeling in it as she stood waiting for something to happen but dreading what it might be.

"Right follow me, guards you come behind and beat any that are slow, we're running a little bit late, still that should whet their appetites!"

The guards laughed at the sergeant's comment.

Nina didn't understand what she meant, but hoped they weren't due for any more humiliation. Why were they being kept nude, where were their clothes? She didn't understand what was happening to her at all.

"Come along."

With which she led the twelve nude girls out of the shower room and down a corridor. The corridor did a right angle turn and led away into the distance, where she could see some double doors. Nina was terrified that there would be people in the corridor to witness her debasement, fortunately it was empty. They quickly made their way along to corridor towards the doors. The sergeant then opened the doors and locked them open. They gave way into a small open courtyard surrounded on three sides by buildings. The girls were reluctant to go out into the open cuffed and naked as they were, but a few swift smacks on the thighs with a cane soon got them moving. Again Nina was glad there was nobody in the courtyard. Everything seemed to be in slow time; Nina felt so naked and vulnerable in the open. They walked quickly across the concrete which felt cold and hard on Nina's bare feet. There was a chill wind blowing and Nina again felt goose bumps rise on her body, she shivered involuntarily. They approached a large green wooden door which two of the guards opened for the girls to enter.

From the other side of the door Nina could hear the sounds of people, a lot of people. As they got nearer to the door the sound grew louder. The girls were quickly ushered down another short corridor where the smell of wood and horse manure struck them. This soon ended and they were led and driven out into a large barn like room with sawdust on the floor. There was a clear round area in the centre of the large room and to Nina's horror around the outside of the ring was the source of the noise maybe a hundred men stood behind an open steel railing. As the girls were driven into the centre of the ring the crowd was silent for a brief moment before erupting into noise. The girls huddled together in a futile attempt to hide their nakedness from the eyes of the men. Nina could not believe this was happening to her, a prim girl from a good background, who had never even worn a swimsuit in public being led in front of all these men naked and cuffed, unable to cover herself. There were lots of wolf whistles as the men ogled the girls, who of course being handcuffed were unable to stop them seeing their breasts and private parts. They were left in the centre by the guards who retired to the side of the ring.

From one side a man came forward carrying a turn of cord and a long whip, the type used in the training of horses, Nina realised at once that this was a training circle for horses.

The man cracked the whip at the girls with a grin on his face.

"Walk around the ring, quick, hurry."

The girls stared at one another, until the whip cracked again, only this time across the back of one of the girls, who squealed. The whip fell again, once twice, before the girls realised they would have to do as they were told. They started to walk around the ring in a group, but this was not what the man wanted.

"One after the other, come on hurry."

By using the whip and abuse, the man finally got the girls in a line walking around the ring. The men loved it as the girls were paraded in front of them and all shouted crude suggestions at the girls.

Nina struggled with the cuffs, but of course there was no escape and where would she go anyway!

Although the girls started off in the centre of the ring, by using the whip, the man arranged the girls right around the outside next to the railing and of course closest to the audience.

"Heads up now, no slouching, walk tall."

Again the man made the girls walk around the room nearly all the girls felt the sting of the whip on their bodies as they struggled to do as they were ordered.

Round and round they went, each girl in her own private hell.

"Faster now." He called.

The whip fell again as the girls obeyed, their breasts swung to and fro, and jiggled around on their chests as the ring master forced them to go faster. Nina could only look at the naked back of the girl in front her buttocks moving as she was made to perform in front of the men. The girl in front was slim, with a gap between the tops of her legs. Nina could see the slit of her sex between her buttocks. In front of her the girls walked faster their shoulders forced back by the cuffs around their wrists. The sounds of the men seemed distant from Nina as if in a dream, but the contrast of the naked girls to the crude rustic barn soon brought her back to earth. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see the men grinning at the girls. She dare not look at the men who reached over the railing trying to touch the girls as they were forced around in front of them.

"Faster."

The whip fell again and now the girls were jogging around the room. Nina felt her heart beating harder and harder from the shame and the exertion. The bobbing of her breasts became wilder and wilder as unrestrained they flopped about on her chest. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the girls on the other side of the ring Their faces red from abuse and exercise. The girls were now running as the man whipped them on. The men whistled and whooped at their antics. For what seemed an eternity the man made them run around the ring in front of the men, until at last he ordered them to stop. Heaving and panting they were forced to line up in the centre of the ring. The man walked across the ring to where the head guard stood.

He briefly spoke to the head guard, who after a few words, ordered the girl with number one printed on her buttock to come forward. The girl froze, but had no choice as the other guards quickly held her by her arms and led her up to the man with the whip. He looked her over smiling as he did so. Reaching forward he clipped the long cord to the collar around the girls neck.

"Take the others to the side, over there."

He pointed to the side. The guards hustled the mortified girls over to the side leaving number 1 with the man. The head guard followed the girls. This was a nightmare thought Nina, soon I will wake up and it will all be over. But it wasn't. Nina and the rest were forced once more into a line.

The whip man released the roll of cord onto the floor whilst maintaining hold on the end. The girl was then again ordered to walk around the room. Nina then knew she was being paraded as if she was a prize horse. The girl just stood there unmoving, as the man again ordered her to walk around the ring. She was weeping openly as the whip suddenly cracked against her back. She squealed at the pained and went to move away from the man. He cracked the whip, forcing her to do as he wanted. She walked around at the end of the cord in the centre of the ring in front of the men. She was of a slim build with medium sized breasts which shuddered on her chest as she moved. Her dark pubic triangle contrasted with her white thighs and belly. The men again cheered as she was led individually around the rink.

"Come on now what am I offered for this lovely piece of flesh. Let's start a thousand, come on now. A thousand surely a reasonable start for such a fine piece of womanhood. Right we have a thousand, do we have two."

Nina was appalled they were being auctioned off to the men in the room and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The bidding continued the girl still forced to walk the floor.

"Going once, twice sold to Major Sturt for two thousand three hundred. Another class piece for the brothel Major!""

The girl was led away struggling by two guards. The room hummed with noise from the assembled men.

"Number two. This fine specimen from the east is another superb piece of womanhood, look at these tits gentlemen."

The auctioneer fondled the girl's breasts in front of the assembled crowd.

"We'll start at twelve hundred gentlemen."

He again led the girl in front of the men parading her before them. The bidding rose slowly as he mentioned her obvious attributes.

Nina was in a state of shock. The auction made her realise she was no better than an animal to these brutes. A prize in the war her side could never win. The minutes followed each other as if in a dream, as each girl was led before the crowd. Finally sold to heaven knows who. To be led away to some unknown destination, for an unknown fate. Nina was well aware what happened to captured women, rape, beatings, slavery.

Finally after the other girls had departed she stood alone, the auctioneer for that was what he was, came over and clipped the cord to her collar before leading her before the men as the others. to stand naked and exposed to them on the sawdust floor, no better than a prize mare. The auctioneer stood by her side.

"Here's the pick of the bunch, a prize worth bidding for. Look at these tits gentlemen."

He grasped Nina by the collar and rubbed his hand over her breasts.

"And her fine white pubes, they are very rare these days.'

Still grasping her collar his rubbed his hand between her thighs. She gasped as he roughly rubbed her sex.

He pushed her away from him and using the whip and cord forced her to walk once more around the ring.

"Who would like this beauty, we'll start at 2 thousand, good 3, thank you, and do I hear 4."

The bidding rose as she was continually forced to parade in front of the men.

"Come along gentlemen, this magnificent piece must surely be worth 20,000."

The room was silent as the bidding stopped.

Nina was desperate for this to end so she could be dressed and hidden from the men's eyes. She thought no further ahead than this, frightened to think of what lay beyond that point.

"Come along, these tits gentlemen, where have you seen such magnificent tits, watch them gentlemen."

Using the whip and the lease he compelled Nina to jog and then run, of course her breast wobble and shake at each step.

"I have ten, twelve, fourteen, and sixteen, that's more like it."

He continued to make Nina run cuffed as she was.

"The legs men, look at those legs and buttocks, not one once of fat on them, long and straight. Imagine the pleasure of what lurks between them!"

"Eighteen, nineteen, do I hear twenty, twenty for this magnificent specimen of womanhood, yours completely to do with as you like. Do I hear twenty?"




The Auction



He stopped Nina and rubbing his hands across her buttocks.

"I have 20,000, going once, going twice, going, going, gone, sold to Commander Weir. Thank you gentlemen, I believe there is another consignment tomorrow."

Nina was led to the entrance of the ring by a small table at which sat another officer. The long running leash was removed and a short leather leash was attached to her collar. The men there stared at her naked breasts and genitals while she remained standing, waiting. No attempt was made to cover her nakedness. Some of the men were barely out of their teens, still spotty faced. They were obviously excited by her beauty and nakedness. Nina bowed her head once more, ashamed to look at anybody in the face. A middle aged man in uniform approached the table. He was balding, with a red face and a definite paunch. He smiled as he came closer his small beady eyes fixed upon Nina as she stood naked amongst the uniformed men.

The Officer on the table turned to him as he came closer, "Commander Weir, let me congratulate you on this fine buy. If you would just sign here on the ownership forms and give me your credit card number."

The man pointed to a sheet of paper. The Commander bent over and signed the paper. Reaching into his jacket he produced his wallet from which he removed his credit card. The man took this and as he read it noted the numbers down on a credit form. Nina was appalled; the transaction was exactly as if the Commander had bought a television.

"Excellent Commander, here are the ownership forms, guarantee, and of course the collar and cuff keys."

As the commander pocketed the key and papers the man stood and walking around the table and reaching for the leash presented it to the commander with a bow. Who with a grin accepted it.

As if Nina was a prize pony the commander pulled her along behind her. Nina stumbled as he walked on. Where were her clothes, when would the cuffs be removed? She almost spoke but remembered the sergeants' advice to remain silent. The commander led Nina through the men standing around the entrance of the ring and out of the main front doors and down the steps into the bright sunshine. The men on the pavement glanced up as she came through the doors and remained staring at her as she stood waiting for the commander, who had stopped and was looking around. She stared at the floor, but was aware of the movement in the street and the people there. When was she going to be given her clothes, or any clothes?

A man in uniform approached the commander and saluted.

"Do you wish the car to be brought to the door, Commander?"

"Thank you Hans, but I think I'll go to the Cafe Felice and enjoy the air, and walk my new toy, what do you think Hans?

"Very nice commander shall follow along behind then, sir."

"Yes Hans, I'll let you know when I'm ready."

Walk along, in the open, naked, exposed to all, Nina felt as though she were going to faint, there was a buzzing in her ears, she now recalled the fleeting image she had as they had come into this town of what she thought was a mannequin, knowing now it had been a naked women, and now here she was being paraded in exactly the same manner. A sharp pull on the leash brought her quickly around.

"Come along 12, I can't wait to see the look on Josef's and Franck's face when they see you."

Nine wondered what her fate was and knew she was going to hate every minute.



The Auction



It wasn't what Jen expected. Her roommate Diane would dress up every Friday night in club clothes, tight leather bustiers and mini skirts, knee high spike heel boots and fishnet stocks. Diane was so hot all dolled up, her soft blond hair waving around her shoulders that Jen thought about kissing her. College was about new experiences. Why couldn't she just step outside of her nice boyfriend, study and lectures and experience something daring and sexy like that? That was probably why she found herself opening her mouth one Friday evening half way through the semester.

"Can I go with you tonight?" Jen almost blushed as she asked her, watching the curvy blond pull fishnet stockings up her legs. 

"You?" Diane sat on the edge of the bed, incredulously. "You want to go with me?" 

"Yeah, it will be better than sticking around here with boring Larry and studying. I mean I'm not that bad looking, maybe not as hot as you..." Jen let that statement hang there as Diane's eyes traveled appraisingly up and down her body. 

"I can't tell in what you're wearing." Diane said. She slid her boots on. "Besides you'd be too embarrassed to have any fun."

"I'm not really prudish." Jen said, beginning to pull her t-shirt over her head, trying to cover up the slight bit of red she could feel creep up her cheeks at Diane's raised eyebrows and assessing look. "I used to go clubbing in high school. A couple drinks and I'll loosen up. I just dress like this to avoid problems."

Diane stood up, attaching the top of the fishnets to her garter belt. Jen found herself staring at the lacy panties and bra clad body in front of her. The black contrasted with Diane's skin. A leather mini dress hung open over the lingerie.

"Prove it." Diane's voice was diamond hard. "Strip."

Jen paused for a moment, then reached down and began methodically undoing the buttons on her jeans.

"Come on." Diane walked over, closing the distance between the two of them and grabbing Jens jean clad ass. "Make me want you, you stupid little twat."

A momentary shock rippled through Jen, but she didn't want to ruin this chance. She leaned in and licked the corner of the busty blonds mouth softly, then began to run her hands over herself, before she freed the zipper. Then she began working the tight denim down her legs. Diane returned to her seat on the bed with a wickedly delighted smile on her face. 

When those were off, she toyed with the lacy strap on her bra, sending a questioning glance at her audience.

"Leave it on," Diane ordered. "I'll chose an outfit out for you to wear. I think I have something that will look perfect on you..." 

The club they went to wasn't one of the usual ones the other girls mentioned, but the music coming out the door was loud and the beat made Jen shake her brown locks against her mostly bare shoulders. The main floor was hopping with dancers, but Diane pulled her past them and toward a special door at the back of the club. It was hard to balance in the high heels and tight little skirt that Jen was wearing but she kept pace. Once they slipped through that door Diane shoved her against the wall and reached up to the strange choker necklace she'd asked Jen to wear. The kiss was intense and hot, and the other woman's hand cupped her breast through the white tube top that had replaced her bra, reminding her of the exotic moments getting dressed. The two had pleasured each others nipples almost mercilessly, leaving Jen euphoric and wet and oh so tender through the thin stretchy material Diane ordered her to don.

A clicking sound brought the her wide blue eyes up to Diane's face. Then she felt something brush down between them and noticed the handle of a leash in the blonds hand. "Just say you belong to me. I'll make sure you're taken care of, and don't let anyone else grab your leash, got that?" 

Jen nodded, "Yeah sure! Are we gonna meet a lot of guys?" 

Diane surveyed the brunette before her, and ran one finger from the collar down front of her top to her exposed belly button. She smiled wickedly. "Oh, you'll do more than meet them Jen." 

"Wait..." Jen had a dawning sense that this wasn't what she'd anticipated.

Diane leaned in and kissed her, tongue in her mouth and pushing her against the wall again. The blonds hands grabbed her breasts, and Jen couldn't seem to get hers to raise up and push her away.

"Not now, slave." Diane pulled on the leash, and the collar pulled Jen forward toward the second door. "Come with me and I'll find you a master." 

Jen was still trying to explain to Diane that this wasn't what she meant as she was lead through the second door past a security guard wearing only a pair of leather chaps, his cock hanging out on display. He nodded to the blond as she passed.

"Nice catch." He said, his eyes shifting appraisingly to Jen's outfit.

A blush passed up Jen's cheeks as she walked past him, but in a second she found herself holding a drink at an old fashioned bar, served by a cute little Asian chick, whose maid outfit left little to the imagination. After a couple drinks she became accustomed to Diane calling her slut or slave. The warmth that had started with the nipple licking and sucking back in their dorm room seemed to be spreading throughout her whole body, and wetness kept pooling between her legs as other patrons would approach them, and admire her with the same observations. When one man, whose open shirt and slacks seemed to be the norm for men at this club asked Diane if she ate well, Diane just smiled. "Bid and you'll find out." 

"Wow." Jen felt her head tilting a bit. "I feel like a rock star."

"MMM." Diane got off her bar stood, and grabbed Jen by the waist pulling her against her as she stood up. "You're gonna be center stage next. Ready to find your perfect match?" Diane asked, smacking Jen's ass gently to get her to walk toward the door. 

They went into the next room where mostly men and a few women sat on velvet couches arranged like theater seats. A dim lit stage with a heavy red curtain covered the other side of the room. Diane led her up the aisle, and Jen had the sense that everyone was watching her. They had cards in their hands like one would at an auction. Weird thought Jen as she stumbled a little. Diane gave an impatient tug. "Come on Slave." She said. 

"Yes Mistress." Jen replied, as Diane had asked her to, and followed her up and to the left. There in a small chamber were eight other couples. Some of the women were bound in ropes, some were just on leashes like Jen, there was even a man, with his hands tied together, and a leash swaying from his balls, his face wrapped in a leather mask. Each of these submissives had someone handling them. A few minutes passed as the crowd noise from the other room rose and lulled. Finally a huge black man entered. He, like the security guard was wearing only leather chaps, but he had a crop whip in one hand and as he entered, he gently smacked the first bound women he saw. She yelped in surprise, and Jen felt Diane's hands on her shoulders. "Kneel" She hissed. 

"What?" Jen felt her knees give out and she swayed slightly as Diane helped her drop into a kneeling position. The black man went around to each couple, inspecting the now kneeling partner, and occasionally smacking someone with his crop. He would chuckle or smirk if they yelped. his huge black member dangled in front of Jen's face as he approached them. "Well well, Diane, this is a little different than your usual offering." 

"Sometimes you get lucky Master Rod." Diane said smiling. "She's pretty innocent too. Pliable." 

Master Rod looked down at Jen, taking her face between his fingers and lifting it so her eyes met his, across the point of his now hard dick. "Are you a virgin?" He asked. 

"Um...no. But...I've only...once." Jen had a hard time concentrating with a big black dick in her face. 

The crop landed on her ass hard. "I am Master to you slave." Rod instructed, a slight sneer on his face. "Would you like to lick my cock, slave." 

It shouldn't sound like a good idea, but the desire to taste it was almost overwhelming. "Yes..." then as an afterthought. "Master." 

Then she waited. Blushed a bit in embarrassment. "Go ahead." He said smiling slightly, as she stuck her little pink tongue out. Then he turned his attention to Diane as she tentatively licked it. "I've decided its time for you to enter a new stewardship as well. I'm assigning you to Master Stevens after this sale. If my prediction is correct, you and your offering will become playmates." 

"But..." Diane struck a defiant pose. "I've always served you well. I've brought great slaves... I mean look at..." she gestured furiously at Jen who was still licking the tip of the black dick in front of her. 

The man looked over the blondes shoulder. Jen glanced down to see another pair of legs dressed in expensive looking slacks before returning to her fascination with the giant black cock in front of her. "I told you she'd need to be bound, Stevens." 

"No!" The panic in her roommates voice was real, and Jen watched the leash fall to the floor as she began to struggle. Scurrying to the side on her hands and knees she watched the two men pinned Diane down. One shoved a ball gag in her mouth and the other tied her hands behind her. Once secured, the newcomer whipped her around to face him. It was the man from the bar who had asked about whether Jen ate well. He sneered slightly then unzipped the black leather dress to expose Diane's body from neck to crotch. Grabbing her nipples he yanked, "Come darling. Lets hope we outbid people and I can watch you lick out this innocent little brunette you brought." 

Her muffled scream echoed in Jen's mind as she was pulled to her feet. The combination of alcohol and the dizzying knowledge that she was about to become a sex slave of some sort made it hard to balance, but the groping big hands of Master Rod thrust her out onto the stage, where she stood, as he pulled off her shirt and skirt, leaving her in her underwear, the leash hanging down. He pulled up the end and held in in front of her face. "Bite it." He ordered. Hesitantly she opened her mouth, when he shoved it in, she closed her jaw. The whip landed softly on her ass. "You ARE pretty naive, you little slut, but you're horny as all get out, so you'll be a fun ride for someone to train up. Do me a favor. Keep your eyes opened when the light comes on and cross your arms behind your back like this..." His big hands moved her arms across her lower back, making her chest pop outward. "There you go. The more you sell for, the happier you'll be." 

And he stepped back as the spotlight fell upon her. 

It was indeed an auction, and in the matter of minutes the Asian waitress was leading her by her leash out of the room, and into another small chamber. This one was centered by a large bed , and surrounded by various implements that looked like torture devices. On a large couch at the back of the room Master Stevens sat, his bare feet popped up on the back of a similarly dressed french maid. The waitress handed over the leash, and then bowed low. On the way out the door she stopped at a wooden cross, where Diane was bound, clamps on her now naked breasts, and a vibrator shoved into her pussy. She yanked the chain and giggled slightly as she skipped out the door. 

Jen stared at her roommates plight in fascination. The blondes eyes were glazed in pleasure and she seemed to be mumbling "yes, oh please yes" through the gag as the vibrator brought her to yet another orgasm.

Stevens pulled the leash until she half fell, half sat next to him. As she tried to right herself he gave a soft chuckle of enjoyment. "Come, sit next to me." 

Then he took his feet down and gently nudged the other french maid with them. "Yvette, go play with Diane will you?" He ran his hands all over Jens body, filling them gently with her breasts, then wandering lower. 

When he reached to pull open her legs, she tried to push his hand away. "Stop." 

"I don't think you understand, Slave. You don't get to say that." Stevens reached forward, grabbing her arm and pulling her across his lap, face down. His hand fell on her ass hard, before she realized what was happening. She yelped in surprise, but his hand fell again and again, until the pain dissolved into the ache that was steadily growing between her legs. As if sensing that Jens attitude had changed, he thrust his fingers between her thighs. "Well, thats much better." As his finger ran back and forth across her slit, Jen glanced around. Some of the couples were leaving, while another man had his newly acquired purchase bent over his couch and was fucking her hard from behind. 

Stevens fingers slid under her panties, exploring her damp lips. "You ARE a little slut aren't you. You'll be easy to train." 

"No..." Jen moaned as she felt fingers slide into her and back out again. "I just..." 

"You just what?" stevens sat her up again, so she knelt on the couch facing him. He snapped his fingers toward the asian dressed as a french maid who returned to lounge on the floor. 

Jen closed her eyes in embarrassment. "I just wanted to go to a club, not a...well this wasn't..." 

"Well you've joined a very special club. You now belong to Master Stevens. Kiss your old life behind and focus on one thing only. Doing what pleases me. And right now, I'd like your naive little mouth to be quiet and serve my cock." Stevens unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. "Suck it, slut." he ordered, pulling gently on the leash.

Jen hesitated for a moment, but again the idea of licking a huge cock appealed too much, and Master Stevens was not small. Besides, if she didn't... 

"You should understand by now that I'll beat you when you don't obey slave. Not that I won't beat you when you do, but thats just because you're a nasty little slut. Sometimes I won't bother to do it myself, I'll have someone else do it, so I can watch...like that." he gestured to the cross onto which Diane was still tied. The french maid was now gently hitting her with a group of knotted ropes. Her gag muffled moans made the space between Jens legs pulse. 

"Now suck me. Lick me, while I watch, and maybe I'll be gentle the first time I fuck you." 

Jen averted her eyes as the ropes bit into Diane's now exposed breasts and the french maid giggled. Dropping her face to masters lap, she began to lick and then suck the head of his cock into her mouth. Her attempts seemed awkward, but he grabbed her hair, pulling it to the side and helped guide her up and down his cock. 

"MMM. Maybe I'll fuck you just in the pussy the first time, you obedient little slut." He slid his fingers over her back. "Especially if you thank me for each blow, when its your turn on the cross." 

"Take her ball gag out, Yvette, I want to hear her screams." he said lazily as he settled back against his couch. 

As she sucked on him, Master Stevens slowly began to run his hands over her back, finally, with Dianes screams echoing into moans of orgasm, he chuckled evilly. "Okay Yvette, stop. I'm sure Diane will be more than willing to eat you out now." 

"Yeess." Moaned the blond. 

Jens head was pulled up, and held, as the seated pair watched Yvette release Diane from the leather bracelets that bound her to the cross. The blonde folded naked to the floor and the french maid dressed Yvette trotted over to the bed. "Come on." she said insistently. Then she sat down, spread eagled on the edge. "I'm getting impatient." 

Diane crawled across the floor, her breasts hanging down and her ass swaying side to side until her face was pressed into the crotch of her tormenter. Her blond head invisible under the poofy skirts. "MMMM, Yes." Yvette giggled. Then she began to moan softly. 

Stevens pulled Jen to her feet and led her over to another device in the room. He thrust her face down onto a thin saw horse type bench. before she could protest, he'd strapped in her hands. As he knelt to strap in her feet, she could feel his hot breath on her pussy. The knife came next. he ran it gently down her neck, sliced through her bra until it fell to the floor in pieces. "You won't be needing any clothes unless I give them to you now, slave." He said, as the knife pushed against her skin, then yanked up, slicing off her panties, and last vestige of coverage. 

He knelt then, sliding a finger into her pussy. 

"Not wet enough." He said. "I'm a little disappointed. Usually young sluts like you can get wet enough just watching my Yvette play with another slave." He grabbed her hair and pulled her face up so he could see Yvette now moaning deliciously at whatever Diane was doing between her legs. "But I suppose you're too naive for that eh? I'll have to work you over myself." 

Strapped over the horse with her ass in the air, Jen could barely breath. "No Master." she tried to beg. 

"What?" His voice was silky soft and teasing. The whip fell gently against her back, then on the side against her breast, causing it to sway gently. "You don't refuse me." He instructed. The whip fell again against the side of the breast, startling a gasp out of her. She could feel her crotch start to pulse. "I think I'll put on some nipple clamps for that. What do you say?" 

"Master..." Jen could barely think as four sharp blows landed on her back and ass, the last barely missing her exposed lips. "Yes? Master." is that what she was supposed to say, the blows hurt deliciously, and she could barely think. Several more fell; across her back, on her breasts, anywhere he seemed to wish, as Yvettes moans became louder. Then Jen could feel it. A thin line of wet moisture running down her legs, away from her crotch. 

Master Stevens saw it too. 

"Well well well... looks like its time for nipple clamps after all." And the blows stopped. 

Jen could barely breath. She opened her eyes slightly, but Diane and Yvette were on the bed in front of her, now both naked and both with their faces buried in each others slits. She closed her eyes swiftly, just as another pair of hands grabbed her breasts. 

"You're ripe for play here." Stevens chuckled, as he grabbed and twisted her large boobs. when the nipples came to a point, pulled out by his hard fingers, he snapped metal clamps onto them. The first one she shrieked, the second she could only moan as she felt more moisture run down from her pussy. 

Then his fingers were playing with the moisture instead, and she could feel his hard cock rubbing up against her exposed back side. First one, then two at a time, he slid fingers in and out. "Now that's the wetness I expect from my slaves. Its time for a good fuck. I always like to finish in a new slave the first day." He lined up his cock, and she felt the tip of him slide against her lips. 

"I'll mark you as my own. I've already fucked Diane today, and took her right here on this very horse when she declared her desire to be my slave. But you, you'll get to be the cum bucket. It's always fun to watch Yvette fight another girl for the opportunity to lick my cum out of a new slaves cunt." He slid his cock into her pussy hard, then out again, then back in. His cock was so thick it felt like a fist was sliding in and out of her. It was too much, and yet she moaned and found herself thanking him. Her pussy was in heaven, stretched and pulsing. When he thrust into her, the clamps swayed on her nipples creating a pulling sensation and sending spirals of heat to her pussy. The longer he kept slamming into her, the more she felt like she was going to explode. 

"Not yet." Master Stevens voice was husky. He pulled out of her and chuckled at her moaned disappointment. 

Releasing her from the horse, he led her over to the bed by the collar. He laid down and held his cock upright as Yvette and Diane knelt at attention, their lips moist from each others cunt juice. "Help her mount." He ordered lazily. 




The Auction



Suddenly the other two women were guiding her up onto the bed. They had her straddle him, and again drive his cock deep in her pussy. The clamps still yanked gently as she rose and fell, impaling herself again and again. When she orgasmed, the two women guided her off, and onto her back. Each removed a nipple clamp as she felt her body clench, and their fingers gently explored her pussy. 

Then Stevens pressed into her again. Jen's eyes shot open with surprise. But Yvette and Diane just ducked their heads, each held one of her legs up and started to suck on her already tender breasts. Now towering over her, her new master rammed himself mercilessly into her soft pussy. Finally as she began to scream in orgasm again she felt him harden, and pulse himself into her cunt. As he pulled out, he sat back on the bed, spraying the last few drops of cum on her stomach. 

"Have at it girls." He said. Yvette's mouth covered Jen's pussy at record speed, and with each pulse of orgasm, she licked vigorously against the new slave. Diane was licking the cum off her roommates stomach when Stevens pulled her back and guided her to his cock by a handful of blond hair where she patiently licked off all the juices. "I think tomorrow i'll need all three of you on my slave yacht. I have a business meeting, and I think you three will help me entertain my clients nicely." He smiled at jens big eyes. 

Diane just raised her mouth up slightly. "Yes Master, we'd be happy to service whomever you like." She whispered seductively before she returned to lapping all the pussy juice off his once again hardening cock. 

"Mmm, good slave. I'll also have to let you play with the new girl...Not fair letting Yvette have all the fun when we all know that Slave Jen here is responsible for your demotion." Steven gently petted the blonds hair. 

For a moment Jen's eyes met Diane's and she began to dread what the blonde intended to do to her from her steely look. At least that's what she told herself, as that strange pulse of heat began once again to grow between her legs at the very thought...



The Auction



"Sold!" yelled the auctioneer.

Amid a spattering of applause, the naked girl hurriedly scooped up her clothes and scampered past us through the curtains and off the stage, giving me a shy grin as she went by. The young man ahead of me was next, and he sauntered out into the spotlight.

There were a few wolf-whistles, and the auctioneer began his patter, "OK folks, here's Paul, he's 23, and six one. This one is ladies-only, so wants him all to herself for the next twenty-four hours?"

A few bids came in, then Paul pulled off his t-shirt, and the bidding sped up, and no wonder, he was ripped! Paul rotated his hips sexily, and slowly unbuckled his belt. He turned his back on the crowd as he let his jeans drop to his feet. He deftly stepped out of them, then winked at me, peeking around the curtain, before turning back around, now only wearing black boxers. The bids kept coming in, and once they seemed to be plateauing, a female voice from the back yelled "Drop em'!" He turned around again, and slowly slid his boxers down, then kicked them in my direction. The bright spotlight from the front of the stage meant my side of him was in shadow, so I didn't get a good look at his cock, which was frustrating, but there was a huge cheer of female voices once he turned back to them, so I assumed it was impressive. He put one hand on his hip, and began stroking his cock to hardness with the other. The women in the crowd went absolutely wild, and the auctioneer had to keep calling for quiet so he could hear the bids. He finally sold for an astonishing amount. I had been sure I would be the biggest sale of the night, but now I wasn't so sure...

As Paul and his huge grin made their way backstage, I steeled myself to go out and best him. This charity auction was the highlight of the annual convention of all the Metro-area swingers clubs, and I knew just being in it would get me lucrative offers to be a "hostess" at their monthly meetings, but my pride had a pretty high value too.

I threw back the curtain and strutted out into the spotlight, my chin and breasts held high. I had gone with a simple outfit - I was counting on my body making the sale. As I reached the front of the stage, I gave a twirl, so that my dress flared out and showed off my long, shapely legs, clad in thigh-high black stockings. The front row caught a glimpse of my panties, and I quickly picked out a wealthy-looking man and gave him a sexy smile.

"Alrighty!" yelled the auctioneer, glancing at his notes, "This is Gabby, and she's, well, she didn't give her age, but let's just go with 'perfect'! Who'll start the bidding?"

As I had hoped, the guy in the front row started, but was quickly outbid, and such generous bids! 

"How about you show us some more, Gabby?" Cajoled the auctioneer.

I gave my best lip-biting smile, and slowly reached behind my back and unzipped my dress. I felt the crowd collectively hold their breath, and I waited a couple of beats before I let it slide off my arms and to my feet. I knew I was stunning - my black lingerie trimmed in deep crimson perfectly set off my silky, tan skin and the rich, dark hair that flowed over my shoulders. My flat tummy perfectly contrasted my curvy hips and full bust.

The crowd released one big sigh, and then the bids flooded in again - staggering amounts, both men and women in the crowd yelling ridiculous amounts.

I made a move to take off my bra, and the crowd instantly fell silent, every eye in the place fixed on my chest. I'd never had such a feeling of power before, and it made my clit tingle. Slowly, teasingly, I undid the rear clasp. I held the cups over my tits as I let the straps slide off my shoulders, trying to make eye contact with as many bidders as possible.

I turned my back on them, and felt the eyes all drop to my beautiful ass, framed by my g-string and the stocking-tops. I let the bra drop, but kept my hands over my breasts, and slowly turned around. All the eyes shot back up. I stroked my boobs in languid circles, careful to keep the nipples covered, then, thrusting my chest out, I let my hands drop to my hips.

I thought the cheer would deafen me! The only people not cheering simply had their mouths hanging open. Finally, the noise subsided. A man yelled a bid - double the previous high, and it kept climbing. I slipped one hand into my panties, feeling my wetness, then licked my finger seductively, and I heard a man groan in a way that surely meant he had just come in his pants. I'd never made a man orgasm from such a distance before, and it made me rethink what I'd said I would take off on stage on the entry form - I'd left 'panties' unchecked, figuring I should save something special for the winner. 

I felt lightheaded from the adoration, and decided to go for it. I slipped my thumbs under the sides of my panties, and again a hush fell on the crowd. I wriggled my hips and began to slide the silky fabric down. As the lacy top began to reveal the first hint of pussy I turned my back on the room again. I slid my hands down my thighs, keeping my legs closed tight to hold the g-string between my cheeks as long as possible. It finally pulled free, and as I bent over and lifted my legs in turn to step out of the flimsy underwear, the assembled swingers got their first look at my shaved lips. Murmurs of appreciation rose, but quietly, as if they didn't want to break the spell I was casting over them. I covered my pussy with one hand and turned to them again. I sank to my knees, then spread them wide, and lowered myself until my ass was resting on my heels, and my head was touching the floor, my chest thrust to the high ceiling, my large breasts spilling to the sides.

I pushed my middle finger inside myself, then slowly dragged it up, over my throbbing clit, and up to circle my rock-hard nipples. As I revealed my delicious cunt, glistening with my moisture, the buzz of the crowd rose again, and the auctioneer came to his senses and began accepting bids again.

My fingers found their way back down to my clit and began the slow circles they knew so well. I raised my body upright once more and began to stroke my full, perky breasts, pinching my nipples hard the way I always do when I masturbate. The sound of the crowd faded as I drifted off into my own world, and I forgot about them and the auction - there was only pleasure. The hand on my clit began to speed up, as if out of my control, and the other hand drifted down below it. I stroked and teased my pussy lips, alternately pinching them together, then spreading them wide. Two fingers found their way inside my sopping-wet hole, and I began to finger-fuck myself, brushing my g-spot with each stroke. I saw myself from outside, a luscious beauty bathed in a island of light in a dark ocean, fingers a blur between her legs, sharp little cries escaping her throat. The heat began to rise, and my fingers got even faster. I felt a drop of my juice running down to my ass. Suddenly, I pictured all the erect cocks in the room, desperate to be inside me, to fill me, to spray hot cum into me, and I fell over the orgasmic cliff, hurtling through space as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. My fingers inside clenched hard against my g-spot, and I doubled over, seeing stars, but smelling my amazing cunt. I let out a deep, guttural groan, and slumped onto my side, utterly spent.

I'm told I had to be helped off stage, and that I raised more money than many people earn in a year, but I have no memory of that.



The Auction



Judy had hoped for more but knew she wasn't going to get it. The fat little man punched the remote and tilted her head back and her vagina upward so that none of his seed would spill prematurely. "I've got another," looking at his chronograph, "27 and a half minutes," he announced matter-of-factly. He looked intently at her vaginal portal through the mask as if he expected to see his sperm swimming to meet her egg. "How about another glass of the bubbly?" he asked without looking up from his vigil at her sperm filled quim. "Careful, so you don't spill any of 'junior'", he cautioned as she reached to accommodate the man.

Judy lay there silently as the little man looked at his watch and then back at her vagina. When his chronograph read exactly 5:00 minutes he began to masturbate and at 4:30 had another stiffy ready to go. He punched the remote and lowered the angle of the chair for access and in so doing released a torrent of his earlier offering down the crack of Judy's ass. "It's all right. The first battalion of little warriors is already heading home and they'll soon have reinforcements." The vile little man stuffed his stiff rod into her and began to saw in and out of her at breakneck pace. He looked at his watch, grimaced and shot his second load into her and as before he quickly raised the angle of the seat and allowed his pearly spawn to swim their way in her warm, pink cavern. "Let's see the next guy get two loads in that honey hole in the next 15 minutes," he chortled as he pulled up his trousers and headed for the door. 

"Shit," Judy thought, "it has to get better than this. But then, what was I thinking, he paid two and half million for a piece of ass and he got his money's worth."

She barely had time to breathe before the next man was upon her. He had decided to optimize his time and had stripped naked before he even entered the room. He had evidently "prepped up" as his very rigid tool preceded him every step of the way toward her upturned pussy.

He didn't say a word, didn't touch the chair, he just slid his cock fully into her and began banging the hell out of her. He had hardly taken time to even look at her sperm filled cup but that didn't seem to bother him in the least. "How much did you pay for the privilege," she grunted as he hammered his considerable length into her. 

"A cool million," he panted back. "Shit, that little fat guy gave 2.5 mil just to have the first shot at you." "And the second," she thought silently to herself.

He only lasted about five minutes of his fifteen and didn't even make the pretense of trying to get it up a second time. He walked out limp, cum-coated cock leading the way.

The third man had taken a page from the second and had stripped nude in the outer room. He was a gangly man but had a prodigious cane leading him in. It must have been 11 inches if it were an inch. Judy was relishing the thought of having this missile launched into her and glad she had already been lubricated by the two before him.

Imagine her disappointment as he aimed that steely spike at her only to blow the load at the gate of his $175,000 purchase. He valiantly tried to drag his spew into her steamy hole with his deflating cock and eventually used his fingertips like a spatula to try to introduce his ejaculate into her.

The next breeder walked into the room at a slower pace than the previous men and requested that she dismiss herself to the adjacent rest room and clean herself up before he took his turn. Judy managed to clean her outer equipment off but by the time she had returned to the chair a fair amount of seminal fluid had found its way out of her and oozed out and down the crevasse between her upturned buttocks. He fiddled with the remote adjusting the chair just so after he had penetrated her. "Have you had an orgasm yet," he asked between strokes. She shook her head at him. "Wonderful," he exclaimed as he clenched his buttocks and pumped his load. 

His strategy was that the woman needed orgasm for the uterus to suck up the semen. Seeing as none of the first men had accomplished the feat he felt he had a sporting chance. Instead of running for the door, he used his remaining time coaxing Judy to an orgasm manually. He expertly clenched the hood of her clitoris between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand and masturbated it as though it were a miniature penis. Judy had never experienced the technique and the gentle manual tension all around her clitoris and the copious lubrication gave her enough excellent stimulation to be wracked by another orgasm. As she began her first spasm the man quickly reached the nipple on her left breast and firmly pinched and twisted it to heighten her contractions. It worked as she spasmed again and again as he rhythmically twisted both her clit and her nipples.

Judy was thankful for a bit of sexual release to take her mind off these masked men grunting and heaving between her upturned thighs. She tried to fantasize that it was her husband between her legs but she was always drawn back to reality each time their animated thrusting signaled their orgasms were eminent. It was as though she had to be conscious of the millions of sperm being hurled at her egg cell by each of the men.

The remainder of the bidders were horrendously average, both in technique and physical equipment, until the last of the twenty men walked into the room. He was still fully clothed, a thing no one except the fat, little man who had begun the proceedings hours before had done, and he had a peculiar presence about him. She knew he had to be the lowest of bidders and during a brief intermission from the breeding pen sessions for food and drink Jeff had told her of his desire "to be last" and that it was underlined three times.

Judy tried to excuse herself to clean up for him but he insisted that she stay "au natural" as it were. He walked slowly around the chair perusing her from every angle and stopped between her upturned thighs and cum covered quim. Semen and vaginal ooze leaked from her and dripped in globs on the carpeted floor. He took the thumb of his right hand and placed it at the base of her gaping, pink pit and drug it with some force along the left outer lip and then across her clitoris. The pressure made her jump but she found it tremendously stimulating.

He lifted his dripping thumb, covered with the semen of who knows how many others, to her mouth. She resisted at first and turned her head to the side to avoid having to taste the ooze. He quietly persisted and she turned her head and he gently slid the digit into her mouth after rubbing a bit of the shimmering slime under her nose so she would get a smell of the intensely man-like odor.

He duplicated the action on her right pussy lip with his left hand. He placed the thumb at her perineum just above the bud of her anus and firmly slid his thumb the length of her slit, glanced her clit again and again offered the slimy concoction to her to taste. He then formed a cup with the four fingers of his right hand and penetrated her to the second knuckles of each finger and scooped the juices from the entrance of her cave.

He raised his cupped hand and its contents two feet above her breasts and slowly turned it over allowing the viscous contents to slowly drip on her nipples as though her were having target practice. The dripping fluid would contact her nipple, turn cold and then wetly run down the sides of her breasts as each dollop of cream warmed on her skin.

She hardly felt him enter her. He was twisting both nipples with the cream of her earlier suitors as lubrication when she suddenly realized he was thrusting himself into her. His technique was vastly different from those of the other men as he did not seem hurried in his actions. He would plant his penis in her well and then, without ever losing contact with his pubic bone gently nudge into her clitoris with his pubic hair. The twisting of her nipples and this new, intense experience had her nearly swooning when he extricated himself from her.

She was suddenly aware of a rush of cold air as he separated himself from her. Her eyes flew open as she saw his glistening cock protruding from his trousers. He quickly created the cup with his four fingers, scooped her vaginal contents into his hands and reinserted his steely rod into her, much to her pleasure.

He began another round of barely perceptible thrusts as she closed her eyes and was swept away by the intensity of his technique. She felt his left hand working on her right nipple and then sensed the pungent aroma of semen just below her nose. She felt his finger tips press against her lips as he urged her to open her mouth and taste the slimy cocktail.

The viscous fluid coated her tongue as he tipped his hand and allowed it to pour out into her mouth. He withdrew his hand and rubbed the remainder on her face and neck. The aroma was unforgettable, musky and manlike.

He withdrew yet again, scooped another quantity of secretion from her pink recesses and massaged it into her belly and thighs as he unrelentingly bumped his rod against her cervix.

"You know," he said breaking the silence in a whisper, "I could do this to you all night long. Even after having 19 other men, you are still the most desirable woman I have ever had. I love being inside you, painting you with the semen of your other men." He increased the tempo of his thrusting and began to withdraw and replant more and more of his penis with each word. "I'd love to do this to you every day. Would you like for me to do this to you every day? Huh? Would you like to have this done to you every day?" She could only manage to nod her head as she had a shattering orgasm. He stuffed his hand into her mouth and she tasted the combined juices of the other men for a final time as he ejaculated into her.

The following week went much better. The cash raised from the auction got Jeff and Judy back on their feet and the goings on of the auction wasn't spoken of again. Judy had made a stop at their attorneys to pick up some of the legal paperwork generated during the auction prior to her heading to the gynecologist for her pregnancy test. "No, need to tell Jeff I stopped by to pick these up," she said, " we are going to put them in a safety deposit box."

As soon as she got to her Range Rover she hurriedly opened the accordion fold file and rifled through it looking for that last bid card and the matching legal document that would tell her the name of that last guy--she had to have him again!



The Auction



My hands are bound. I'm blindfolded. I've been stripped of all my clothing, picked up and placed in a tub. Her hands are soft as she washes every inch of me. I try to speak to her, but she only tells me to be quiet and not to speak unless I'm spoken to. She continues bathing me. She helps me up and dries me. She brushes my hair to a soft shine. She whispers "good luck" and kisses me softly. I hear the door close and the lock click. I'm alone again and wonder for how long.

What seems like hours have passed, before the door opens. His hands are coarse, but his touch gentle. His voice soothing, "Stand up and lift your head." I do as instructed and he snaps a collar around my neck. He attaches the leash to it and forces me back on my hands and knees. Tugging on the leash, I have no other choice but to follow him.

He leads me down a long hallway. My clean-shaven pussy glistens as my excitement of what is about to happen overcomes me. He grabs my hair and forcefully kisses me, his tongue probing my mouth as his hands caress my breasts. My nipples harden ore than ever before. He rubs my clit teasingly but doesn't let me cum. "You will bring a great deal of money to my Master sweet girl."

I'm taken into a large room and I hear the auctioneer start to speak, but I can't make out his words. There are at least two sets of hands rubbing my body. One hand on each breast, three fingers in my cunt and two rubbing my sensitive clit. The other hand caressing my ass and teases me. I can't control myself any longer and start to scream out. My body shakes as I cum hard. The cheers of the crowd are drowned out by my cries of passion.

"SOLD!" I finally hear the auctioneer say, then, I'm picked up ad lead out of the room. The crowd cheering loudly. I'm lead to the bathing room where I am washed again, preparing me for my owner. "You were so wonderful out there. You were the highest priced slave bought today." With that she kissed me.

She led me to another room where I waited for my owner. Suddenly, my blindfold is removed and I see for the first time that I don't have a single owner – but two, a man and woman. They explain that they are married and always wanted a slave, so when they heard of the auction they decided to see. She said she was taken with me right away and smirked as she grabbed her husband's cock through his pants and said that he enjoyed my performance as well.

My master removed the auction collar and replace it with a jeweled one. My mistress removed my cuffs and attached a leash to my beautiful collar. Promptly, I went to my hands and knees to crawl. Mistress swatted my ass and we went home.

Master and Mistress's home was beautiful. Mistress lead me to what was going to be my quarters. The only furniture in it was a large basket filled with fluffy pillows and blankets. "This is where you will sleep when not servicing your master or mistress. Occasionally, you will be allowed to sleep on the floor in our room." I smiled and rubbed my face on Master's leg. I was there pet and their slave and very happy.

The only time I was allowed clothing was when I was cooking and that was an apron. I loved Master and Mistress and they loved me. Mistress was always very demanding, but Master was loving and kind. My time alone with Master was always wonderful. I never forgot my place as slave. I accepted it and wouldn't have it any other way. But at times, Master would tell me that he wanted to treat me as his wife, instead of his slave. Those were special times. It was only then that I wasn't a toy.

Mistress, although harsh, was loving as well. She was the disciplinarian of the two, and she didn't have to have a reason to punish me. Her simple wanting to was reason enough. One time, when Master was away for a few days on a business trip, Mistress decided that it had been awhile since I had been punished fully. She removed my beautiful collar and replaced it with my "punishment collar". It was a plain leather collar with four rings on it. My wrist and ankle cuffs were also put on me. She had an old fashioned rack built just for my punishment sessions. Master was never present for these sessions. He did not like it. I would never admit it to him, but I loved it! His form of punishment was to put me over his knee and spank me until I came. I loved that too!

Anyway, back to my punishment. I was laid on my back. My arms over my head and attached from the rings on my cuffs. My legs spread apart and ankles attached in the same manner. There was a space in the rack at my ass that could be removed and me turned around for a good spanking. This day, Mistress used hot wax on me. I whimpered when the wax first hit my tender nipples. She continued covering my breasts with the hot wax. When she was satisfied, she moved to my pussy. I closed my eyes and wished she wouldn't. I screamed as the hot wax hit my pussy. She continued. My body shaking and moving about. She too a sharp knife and started to peel the hardened wax off me. I remained perfectly still, knowing one wrong move and I would be cut. After the wax was removed, she poured ice water on me to clean me. The difference in temperatures left my body red and my nipples very hard.

She moved to me and buried her face in my pussy, eating me, driving her tongue deep into me. I'm screaming in ecstasy when she suddenly stops. For the first time, I open my eyes in time to see her thrust a large strap-on into me. She fucks me hard and fast until we both cum. She walks over to my head and pushes the dildo into my mouth for me to clean. Tasting my own juices on it makes me cum once again.

Mistress removes the dildo and climbs on the rack. Lowering her pussy over my face, she allows me to eat her, rewarding me with her wonderful juices that flow from her.

Master returns home to his wife's cries of passion as she cums again. He kisses her deeply, muffling her cries, as I continue sucking her nectar. He quickly removes his pants and moves to my legs. Thrusting his cock into my already used pussy. Mistress cums again as she feels my body react to Master's fucking. She rubs her pussy all over my mouth and face. Master cums inside me for the first time since I've been their slave. His hot cum filling me and he quickly bends down and starts to suck it out of me. Mistress, seeing this, cums again.

A short time after that, I start to get ill. Mistress has a doctor come look at me. After examining me, he informs her that I am pregnant. Mistress squeals in delight and hugs me. She whispers to me to show my appreciation to the doctor. I smile knowingly to her and get on my knees before him. Undoing his pants with east, I take his cock in my hands. In no time he is hard. I start to lick the head, little flickers with the tip of my tongue. Then running my tongue along the shaft while massaging his balls. He starts to protest until I engulf his cock with my mouth, swallowing him. My tongue continuing to lick as I suck. He explodes in my mouth as I hungrily swallow. 

After helping him with his pants, I stand up and kiss Mistress deeply, sharing some of the doctor's cum with her. I kiss him and express y gratitude with him over the good news. He just smiles and tells Mistress that he will be over often to check on me. She looks over to me and we exchange wicked glances as I lick my lips.



The Auction



It was the day of the auction. Every year, the town hosted a festival to commemorate its' inception, and this year was no exception. There was going to be a two day celebration, with food, drink, dancing, talent shows, games, and even a midway - complete with Ferris wheel and clowns.

But it was the auction that I was interested in. I'd already bought a sow, and was impatiently waiting for the horses. You see, Jake McCreigh was selling a fine stud, and I wanted him. The stud, that is. He'd been born as 'Dudley', but was now called 'Studly', because he was so prolific.

Of course, Jake was pretty studly himself: 6'2", around 225 pounds, he had a great body - the kind that had strong wide shoulders, and tapered into a slim waist and lean flanks. He also looked and moved like a warrior instead of a cowboy, and he had dark hair and gem-green eyes. He was the biggest 'catch' in the area. His huge ranch was nothing to sneeze at, either.

Myself, I only have a modest ranch - if you can call my fourteen horses, my stable hands' two horses, and the eighteen horses I stable for area children, a ranch. I guess I'm what you'd call a hobby rancher. The children that I stable horses for live in town, so can't keep them there. I only charge them for feed, and whatever veterinary services are necessary. The kids who don't own horses themselves are always welcome to ride at my place too. If they can afford to pay something, I put them on the stabled horses, so that the owner gets the proceeds. If they can't afford to pay at all, I put them on my own horses for free.

The other ranchers snicker behind my back, but I love ranching, and I'm not in it for the money - I'm wealthy enough.

Finally, the horses were brought out for inspection by the crowd. I stepped up to the fence, and listened to the auctioneer carefully. The sun beat down on my head as one horse after another was sold. 

Then Studly came out. 'Here we go!' I think to myself. The bidding was fast and furious, and more than one person was surprised at my determination. Jake kept looking over at me, and it was clear that he was pleased at the price.

The bidding came down to me and Maria Pozzi. She was after Jake more than his horse, though. She was the town princess, I guess. Daddy's money got her everything she wanted, and always had. I upped the bid again, and suddenly it was over. Maria had reached her limit, and Studly was mine!

A smile as bright as the noon sun lit my face, and I walked over to sign the necessary papers. 

"You bitch!" I felt my arm being grabbed, and turned to see Maria. "You only wanted that damn horse to get Jake's attention!" she accused.

I looked at her for a moment, amazed at her temerity. Then the humour hit me, and I replied, "Honey, I don't need a horse to get a man's attention, nor would I invest that much money in it!" I shook my head, and turned to walk away.

She was practically foaming at the mouth in her agitation, and hissed, "You think your blonde hair and big boobs will get you whatever you want, don't you! They're probably fake anyway, just like the rest of you! Everyone laughs at your pathetic farm, and you don't even care!"

My eyes had widened with incredulity, and not wanting to cause a scene, I tried to shrug it off. But her whispered "Puta!" made me pause. I looked at her, took a step closer, and said clearly, "I didn't know you were so curious about my body, Maria. I'm sorry, but I don't swing that way."

In her shock, she didn't try to keep me as I turned my back and walked away. The crowd close enough to hear our exchange started laughing, and I was embarrassed at the attention she'd focused on us. I wished I was at home already, but I wasn't going to leave and let her think she'd chased me away, dammit!

Jake stepped into my path, and I heard Maria screech in rage as he smiled at me. Being a man, he was oblivious to her anger. 

"Hi, Shawn. How are you today?" He asked in his deep, rumbly voice.

I smiled back and said I was fine. "A little pissed at Maria, though." We made small talk for a few minutes, then he told me to be sure to call if there were any questions or concerns with Studly. I watched as he reluctantly walked away, glancing back at me a couple of times. I had the feeling that he'd be by my ranch soon. And for more than just checking on Studly, too. 

I spent a few minutes arranging to have the horse and sow taken home, and in a better frame of mind, decided to enjoy the rest of the day lingering at the festival. I browsed the craft tables, watched a pie-eating contest until I became too grossed-out to watch any more, then wandered away. I caught some of the talent show, enjoying a youth belting out an old country song, knowing she was dreaming of being discovered. Soon, though, I found myself back at the livestock pens.

I saw Maria again, beside Jake. I studied the way she leaned into him, her coy smile, and the way she flicked her long black hair over her shoulders again and again. I had to admit, she was quite a beautiful woman: tall and willowy, with a Mediterranean sophistication. She wore all black as usual, this time a pressed tee and designer jeans, and very expensive leather boots. The only colour she wore was a bright red lipstick.

For a split second - just the smallest possible sliver of time, really, I envied her for her height. I'd always wanted to be taller than my five foot nothing height. With a mental shrug, I turned my attention to Jake. His mouth and shoulders looked tight, as if he were angry. And he was staring at the beeves in the pen, blatantly ignoring the woman at his side.

As if he felt my stare, he suddenly turned and looked right at me. His lips softened, and curved ever so slightly, and he gave me a nod and a wink. 'He's flirting with me!' I thought. So I smiled back, tossed him a wink, and waggled my fingers for good measure. He broke into a wide grin.

Maria had noticed our little by-play, and wasn't happy. She tugged on Jake's arm and said something to him. He drew away from her, and said something in response before he stalked off. He was angry again. She watched him go, then turned a venomous look to me. I shrugged and turned away.

About three minutes later, I wished I'd paid more attention. After all, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned! I saw heads turning toward me, and eyes widening, but turned too late to avoid the stinging needles of ice cold water blasting from the hose in Maria's hands.

I yelped in surprise and shock, holding my hands out in front of me in that quite useless instinctive reaction. She was aiming mainly for my face, and I was pretty frantically trying to avoid the water so I could breath. I backed up, but suddenly slipped in the newly formed mud puddle. 

My boots, butt, and the end of my braid got covered in the reddish brown mess. I surged to my feet in fury, stalking toward her, no longer fighting the water. My white eyelet-cotton top was rendered transparent with the water, as was my sating bra beneath. I didn't care at theat moment that anyone who looked could plainly see my breasts. I was mad as hell!

When I reached Maria, I yanked the hose from her hands. She expected me to retaliate in kind, but when I lose my temper, I really lose it! I reached up and grabbed hold of a fistful of her hair, feeling her ear and her tasteful gold hoop earring in my hand as well.

She screeched and started batting my hand away, but I simply turned and walked, dragging her willy-nilly, behind me. 

"Stop you stupid bitch!" she screamed. "You're ripping my earring out. Ouch!"

I didn't stop, and I didn't reply. I steadily marched around the side of the livestock pens, to my goal. Reaching it, she renewed her struggles, but though I was ten inches shorter than her, I was much stronger in my temper.

"This is where you belong, Maria, here with all the other pieces of shit!" I snarled. With that, I hurled her face-first onto the large fragrant pile of manure. To add insult to injury, I placed one ruined boot on here ass, and pushed her deeper into the pile.

She was crying ans screaming invectives at me, but she was covered from forehead to toes in offal, which I found terribly satisfying. I dusted my hands together and turned to leave, coming face to face with Jake, and a whole crowd of incredulous people. Half were looking at the mess of Italian spite behind me, and half were ogling my near-naked chest.

Then, as if a spell was broken, everyone started laughing. Maria had succeeded in crawling out of the manure, but looked incredibly ridiculous. To my credit, I didn't laugh at her. I simply nodded my satisfaction and turned again to leave. Jake came over to me, and wrapped his plaid shirt around my shoulders. I looked up at him gratefully.

"Thanks," I murmured.

"No problem," he said. "You looked rather... cold." He grinned at me. "Remind me never to piss you off, Shawn. You're one dangerous little lady!"

I laughed as he led me away. We walked together to the parking lot, but when I would have gone to my car, he steered me instead to his dusty pickup truck.

"No sense getting your pretty car dirty," he said. "I'll take you home so you can clean up. It's the least I can do, since I know Maria only attacked you because of me."

"But what about my car?" I asked. "And the auction's not over - you'll miss the rest of it."

"Well now, Shawn. Here's my thought: if I drive you home, I'll have to drive you back for your car. And then, I figure I can sweet-talk you into dancing with me tonight." He smiled like a choirboy at me, and I laughed again.

"Aha!" I said playfully. "You have a hidden motive for helping me. Just like a man!" Snickering lightly, I agreed to his plan. "But I still expect that sweet-talk you mentioned!"

Just as he was firing the ignition, Maria ran up to the side of the truck. "Bitch!" She yelled. "Bastard! I hate you both!" She threw a handful of the manure that still covered her. Some of it splattered on the truck, but the rest landed on Jake's arm, chest and lap.

He cursed, and screeched out of the lot, covering her in a layer of dust. As we drove away, we saw Maria indulge in a furious temper tantrum, and a security guard approach her. I rummaged up a few paper towels, and leaned over to help clean him up.

"So we'll both need a shower before our dance." I said. Not another sound was uttered for the rest of the trip, my words playing in our minds repeatedly.

I directed him around the side of my house, and we entered into the mudroom. I led him to the guest bath, and told him to hand out his clothes. He tried to protest, but I wouldn't take no for an answer. "You can't wear mucky clothes, Jake. Be reasonable. I'll put them into the laundry with mine, and they'll be clean and dry in an hour and a half, tops."

While I waited for Jake to strip off, I slipped into my room to do the same. I quickly slipped on my silk robe when I heard his door open, and added his clothes to mine. I ran lightly down to the laundry room and set them to washing. Then I took my own shower. After toweling off and applying my body lotion, I chose a light summer dress and sandals to wear. I combed my hair, and quickly did another french braid, then went downstairs.

Jake was in the kitchen, pouring two cups of coffee, wearing the terry robe I keep handy for the infrequent visits from my brother. 

"I hope you don't mind," he said, gesturing to the mugs. I assured him I didn't. "I already put our clothes into the dryer," he continued as he eyed my dress appreciatively.

We made more small talk while we waited. I grilled a couple of steaks, opened a couple of beers, and we ate on my verandah, talking about anything and everything.

"You've got a great little setup here," he said. "I like how you let the kids stable and ride. You're a nice person."

"You sound surprised," I blushed. "Making kids happy is easy, and it doesn't really cost me anything."

Then he smiled, and started to chuckle. "I still can't believe that you actually manhandled Maria into that manure!" He laughed, then said, "and then, for you to push her deeper!" He slapped his leg.

"I shouldn't have lost my temper so badly." I said. "But I was cold, embarrassed, and muddy!" I let my disgust show, and then in an undertone, said, " and practically naked from the waist up!"

He sobered at that, flicked his gaze to my chest and quickly away. He started to speak, but ended up having to clear his throat. Thankfully, just then, the dryer beeped, signaling the end of its' cycle. I went and retrieved his clothes, and handed them over. He went back to the guest bath to get dressed. I had just loaded our dishes into the dishwasher when he came back into the kitchen.

"I, uh, guess these are yours," he said, with a sexy grin. I looked down and saw him dangling my panties from his fingers!

Being mischievous, I dead panned. "No, not mine. Where were they?"

He paused. "Not yours? But they were in my shirt sleeve!" I looked at him, then at my panties. I couldn't trust my voice, so I simply shrugged, shook my head and turned away. I was trying to concentrate on not laughing at his obvious consternation, but then I caught him trying to surreptitiously 'measure' them against my butt!

That was it! I burst out in giggles and grabbed them from him. He guessed then that the joke was on him, and impetuously began tickling me. I shrieked and ran into the living room, and he chased me. We were acting like lunatic children, which we seemed to realize at the same moment. 

Then it dawned on us: he was lying half a-top me, his fingers still on my ribs and belly, with one leg between mine. My dress, which was shorter than knee-length to begin with, was now hiked up on one side, almost to my waist. My face was flushed, and one leg was bent at the knee.

Our laughter died in a heated rush, and I felt the surge of his erection against my thigh. He watched as my nipples hardened into straining points. We each seem to hold our breath as he lowered hi head, then his warm lips met mine in a searing kiss that drove the breath from our lungs. 

He pulled back enough to look at my eyes, then said, "I would love to stay right where I am forever, Shawn. But I'm not going to take advantage. Let's go back to the festival, and dance. We can let tomorrow bring what it shall, okay?"

I nodded reluctantly, and he stood. He looked at me lying there on the floor in a wanton sprawl, sighed, and put out a hand to help me up. He muttered something about being an idiot, to which I silently agreed. I was an idiot for not begging him to take all the advantage he wanted!

The tension between us on the drive back to the festival was thick, hot and exciting. We each kept sneeking glances at each other. When we joined the crowd at the dancing pavilion, we were greeted like celebrities. Several people tried to draw us into conversations but we quickly made excuses and stepped onto the dance floor.

We two-stepped to Hank Williams, did a little boot-scootin', and did the Tennessee waltz. We gyrated our bodies together to some classic rock songs, but called it quits when our dancing to 'Black Velvet' by Alannah Myles generated catcalls and suggestions to "get a room".

We were both uncomfortably aroused, so we sat down to have a beer. By this time, we would have welcomed everyone trying to engage us in conversation, but they all kept a wide berth. We were isolated in our own little bubble of lust.

After a couple hours, Jake and I decided that it would be a good idea to leave. At my car, I turned to him and said, "after tonight, anything you do is no longer 'taking advantage'. It's more an 'act of mercy'!"

I stood on my tippy-toes, put my hands behind his head, and scorched him with my good-night kiss. When we finally came up for air, we found that somehow, I'd ended up crushed against my car, with his hands gripping my butt and my legs wrapped around his hips.

We slowly disengaged from each other, and he took a shaky step back. "I'll remember that," he said, his voice husky with need.

"Remember what?" I whispered.

"Everything," he whispered back. He watched as I started my car, and slowly drove off.

Later, as I was lying in bed, my phone rang. "Hello?" I said, hoping it was Jake.

"I'll get you, bitch!" I heard. Maria, drunk and vengeful. "You humiliated me today, and now you're trying to take Jake from me. Well, I won't let you, you hear? I'm going..." But I hung up on her, before she finished. 'The utter gall!' I thought. 'To blame it all on me, when she was the instigator!' Despite my indignation, and slight uneasiness, I drifted off to sleep soon after.

I was working with Studly the next day. He was magnificent! He had a tender, velvet mouth and a stallion's natural arrogant temper, and I warned my hands, Jim and Leo, not to let any of the kids near him.

We had converted a storeroom into a large, private stall for him the week before, in anticipation of his purchase. The few things from the storeroom were temporarily put into the tackroom.

Completing my work with the horses for the time being, I went back to the house and grabbed a shower. I had just combed my hair when I heard a knock at the front door. I slipped into my silk robe and went to see who it was.

"Jake." I pulled the door open to let him in. He eyed my robe hard, as if he had x-ray vision, and said, "Shawn. I came to make sure everything's okay with Studly. Did I come at a bad time? I should have called first."

I smiled wryly. "Right as rain, Jake. He's wonderful!" I led him into the kitchen, reassuring him that it wasn't a bad time, and made fresh coffee. He watched my robe lift as I reached into the cupboards, the back barely covering the bottom of my bottom.

When I was done preparing the coffee, I said, "Let me go up and put some clothes on. I'll be right down."

He caught my hand as I walked by, and pulled me onto his lap. I could feel that he already had an erection. 

"I really only came to ask you to dinner, Shawn. Then you opened the door wearing this wet scrap of silk, and all I could remember was the green light you gave me last night." 

I felt his hands tighten on my waist, and I gave up my pretense as well. I leaned forward and kissed him, telling him without words that I was willing, still.

He groaned and lifted me into his arms as he stood up. We slowly kissed as he carried me up to my room. His tongue rubbed against mine, and his teeth nibbled at my lips, driving me wild.

With only a cursory glance around, Jake set me on my feet, untied the loose knot in the sash, and opened my robe. His eyes drifted down to my breasts, lingering on my puckering nipples, then continuing over my belly, my bare mons, and down my legs.

He pushed the robe off my shoulders and tossed it onto the bed. Then he walked slowly around me, studying my body from each new angle. When he stopped behind me, I looked up at him. He was looking over my shoulder, and following his gaze, I saw our reflection in the large mirror above my dresser. 

I watched as he put his hands on my arms, and dragged them up over my shoulders. He continued, running his hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples with his calloused palms, causing goose bumps on my skin.

I leaned my head against his chest and kept watching in the mirror as he learned my body. I arched my back so that my breasts jutted out imperiously, and he groaned.

"You have great tits, Shawn. Your nipples are so responsive. Look how they beg for my hand. God, these are the greatest tits I've ever touched!"

He squeezed them together, lifting them up high. I watched his reaction as I bent my head and ran my tongue over my nipple, nipping at his thumb. Wordlessly, he offered my other nipple for the same treatment, and I obliged. At the same time, I reached behind me and unzipped his jeans.




The Auction



He stepped back, saying "Don't move!" Then he stripped off as fast as he could. I watched the muscles sliding under his skin, and my fingers tingled, wanting to touch him. When he was naked, he stood behind me again, and it was my turn to moan hoarsely. Where his body touched mine, it felt like I was on fire. His penis was long and thick, nestled in a trimmed bed of short dark pubic hair, and I couldn't wait to have it in me..

He took my hands and put them up behind his neck, and ran his hands down over my breasts again. Then they went lower, gripping the soft skin over my belly, his fingers dipping into my navel.

"What have we here?" he asked, as his hands went even lower. "Why, I do believe it's a pretty little pussy. Can I pet your pussy, Shawn?" he whispered.

"Yes! Oh, yes, Jake!" I moaned, as he slowly stroked my mons with his fingertips. Then he used one hand to cup my pussy, and lifted me slightly off the floor. My whole weight was pushing on my clitoris, and I whimpered.

"Please, Jake. I need you inside me!" I whispered. But he refused. He led me over to one of my window seats, and sat down facing me. His head came forward and he sucked my nipple forcibly into his mouth. He held my wrists at my sides, and laved my nipples until they were red and I was almost sobbing with need.

He lifted me up to stand in the window seat. I didn't quite understand, but he placed my feet apart, each touching the opposite sides of the seat. Then he ordered me to put my hands on each side as well, and to not move. Only my sheer white curtains came between me and the world. Anyone looking would see me standing naked there, with Jake's dark head between my legs.

With me in this position, and Jake still sitting on the seat, his mouth was at the perfect height to lick my pussy, which is exactly what he did. First he licked softly at my hairless nether lips, tasting my sweet juices. Then he speared his tongue past my lips and straight into my cunt.

I moaned my approval, but my frustration was climbing as he licked, sucked and nibbled everywhere but my clit. I tried twisting my hips but he ignored my hints. He kept using his tongue to drive me insane. Just when I thought I couldn't stand another second of his sweet torture, he flicked my clit once, twice, then again, before sucking it hard into his mouth.

And just like that, my eyes opened wide, and I hollered to the heavens as I came in his mouth. That's when I saw that we were being watched. By Maria! However, Jake didn't stop. He built me quickly into another orgasm, and I watched Maria watching us with hatred, as my second orgasm washed over me. I was helpless to stop from screaming, my head thrown back, primal in my pleasure. She got into her car and peeled out of my driveway.

Before I came down from that second, stronger crest, Jake stood on the seat with me and pushed me against the wall, his penis twitching its' arousal. He stooped a little, grabbing my leg closest to the window, and wrapping it around his waist.

When he stood straight, his cock slid neatly home, buried to the hilt in my still spasming pussy. We were both breathing harshly as he fucked me there, against wall and window. His pistoning hips were slick with sweat, and his lips, when I kissed and sucked at his mouth, tasted of my own cum.

He hammered into me with long deep strokes, his tongue in my mouth mirroring the movements of his cock below. It wasn't long before I felt him increase his pace, and I encouraged him, using sexy words and dirty ones too. Soon he was groaning his intention to cum inside me.

He slipped his thumb against my clit and rubbed, causing me to peak for the third time, moments before he stiffened and slammed his cock deep into my cunt one last time. We groaned our pleasure into each other's mouths, and when our release faded somewhat, he gently disentangled our bodies, and cradled me on his lap.

When my breathing had evened out, I said, "That was incredible!"

Jake smiled, and agreed. Then, I told him about Maria watching us. His smile faded. 

"Damn her!" he growled. "I'm sorry, Shawn. I should have taken you to bed, instead of in a damn window!"

I quickly denied him, saying, "This was an incredibly erotic moment in my life - I wouldn't have missed it if the whole town had been watching!" I smiled teasingly, and continued, "Besides, you can take me to bed anytime!" 

Then he laughed, and teased me about being an exhibitionist. I think I floored him when I agreed that yes, I probably was. "That turns you on, too. I can tell." I told him. He happily agreed. 

We moved to the bed, cuddling and sharing confidences and fantasies. Then we slept for a couple of hours, until the phone, ringing, woke us up. One of Jake's mares was in foal, and he had to leave. We dressed, pausing a few times to kiss. Then I walked him to his car, accepted his apology gracefully, and watched him drive away.

I went back to the house, thinking of him. He'd admitted that he was also a bit of an exhibitionist, and also part voyeur. He'd also always wanted to be a bit more adventurous, sexually, but felt inhibited in such a small town.

I had shared some tame fantasies, not wanting to shock him. I'd admitted I would like to try a threesome, but didn't mention that I'd like to be gang-banged. I didn't see the point, as I would likely never get to indulge, and it would probably only have disgusted him. At some point though, I resolved to share even that fantasy with him.

We both shared a passion for erotic stories, however. I'd confessed that I'd written a couple once, and he'd expressed a keen interest. 

"How many did you write?" he'd asked.

"Three." I'd replied.

"What were they about?"

"There was one about sex in a hot tub, one about having sex in a gym, and one about sex in the workplace." I explained.

He'd asked if I'd let him read them someday, and I'd said yes. 'Why shouldn't I' I thought now. 'They're on the internet already, for anyone to read.'

I had a leisurely shower, and a bowl of cereal. 'Terrible dinner,' I told myself. I just wasn't hungry. I was still aroused, even after three terrific orgasms!

I rinsed my bowl and went back upstairs. I completed my nightly beauty ritual, which involved a thorough covering in body lotion, and some easy toning exercises. I slipped into a powder pink silk teddy, and slipped into bed again. I quickly dropped into a peaceful sleep, which lasted for a few hours - until I woke suddenly around one a.m. I laid there, trying to figure out what had woken me up.

Then I heard it. The whinny of an agitated horse. I leaped out of bed, my heart pounding. I shrugged into my silk robe, stuck my slippers on, and ran downstairs. I didn't want to take a second longer than I had to, but I knew better than to go into a potential situation blind and defenseless. 

So I slipped through the darkness into my office, and quickly but carefully loaded my rifle. It was just a .22 caliber, but would still do the job. I was a bang-on shot, so didn't worry for my own safety.

I crept out of the house and down to the stable. My thoughts were jumbled only for a moment when I realized nighter of my hands were in the 'bunkhouse'. Then they steadied once again, and my hands firmed around my weapon. Not knowing what, if anything, I would encounter, encouraged me to stay quiet. The soft 'snick' of the rifle's safety being turned off was the only sound I'd made since leaving the house.

I made my way to the stables, where I noticed one door was ajar. I was about to make my way to the back doors when I heard the horse again. It was Studly! I slipped through the opening and sidestepped into the shadows, letting my eyes adjust to the gloom.

After a few moments, I realized I wasn't alone. I could smell a rather strong cologne, and stale cigarette smoke. That's when the arms wrapped around me from behind. Before I could struggle, I heard, "Try anything, and we'll shoot your horses."

I stilled. Most of these horses weren't mine, so I was willing to lose Studly to thieves, in order to protect the others. My rifle was yanked from my hands, and a strip of duct tape was pulled across my mouth. Still, I didn't struggle. 'Let them have him.' I thought. 'They won't have him long, anyway.'

Then, as two other men grabbed my arms, and another called from the tackroom, "Bring her in here!", I realized that Studly wasn't their target. I was.

As I started to fight them, another man, unnoticed by me, grabbed my feet and held them tight as they brought me to the back of the stable. 'That makes five.' I thought. I closed my eyes for a moment as we entered the brighter tackroom. When I opened them again, I scanned the faces staring at me.

'I know them!' I thought. 'They work for Maria!' They must have seen the recognition flash in my eyes, because the leader, a thirtyish guy named Luke, nodded at me.

"Yep. You can thank Maria for what you are about to receive." The others chuckled. "Don't fight us, and we won't hurt you, too bad," he said.

I knew then that this had nothing to do with my horses. It was a gang-rape, compliments of a woman who hated me. Only lust, no mercy, was on their faces. There were five men altogether, ranging from Ryan, the youngest at eighteen, to Paul, the oldest at forty something. In between was Rick, Cory, and Luke, Maria's ramrod.

Paul, whom I'd always thought was very polite, sneered, "Let's go then, time's a wasting!" He pulled out a large Bowie knife, and cut my clothes from my body. I noticed that he took care not to cut me.

'So, they're going to fuck me `til I bleed, on Maria's orders, but they don't want to damage me. Probably contrary to her wishes, though.' I thought.

With five pairs of eyes fastened to various parts of my body, I couldn't help the reaction I had. My nipples tightened and I was becoming aroused! I blamed it on the fact that I'd only, just hours before, had incredibly erotic sex with Jake, and after, had been pondering a gang-bang fantasy I'd had for years. 

Luke forced me onto the old desk that was there, and shoved my legs apart. Then they all crudely discussed my tits, pussy, anus, and the rest of my body in general. 

"Gawd Almighty! Her snatch is bald!" Ryan, the youngest, exclaimed.

"Yeah, but what else is this I see?" snickered Luke. "Why, the slut is wet! We're turning her on, boys!"

I blushed. He was right, after all. They were, all five, not bad looking men, and this was one of my favourite fantasies coming true. I just had to turn it from gang-rape to gang-bang.

They all started pinching my nipples, and flicking at my pussy, then Luke shoved me down onto my back. "I'm first, boys." He pulled out his straining erection and shoved it into me. I looked around at them; they remaining four alternated between pinching and biting my nipples, and watching Luke's cock sliding in and out of me. He, in turn, watched them savaging my tits.

It wasn't long before he reached his orgasm. He was going to pull out and cum on my chest, but I clasped my heels around his ass and held him inside me, making my internal muscles clench and relax until he stiffened and groaned, and then was spent.

They, of course, mistook this as enthusiasm on my part. They were crude and jeering again, but I think the tide had turned, and they now wanted to make me enjoy this. While I was aroused, I had done that more because I don't like being sticky - but I wasn't going to tell them that!

Paul quickly stepped forward then. He pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, using my thighs as his handle. He dropped his pants, and I saw that he had a thick, uncut cock. He dipped into my now-wet pussy a couple of times, but then pulled out. He quickly spread my legs further apart and started shoving his penis into my tight anus.

My eyes widened. I hadn't thought any of them would do this to me. I happen to appreciate a slow, sensual ass-fuck, but Paul simply slammed into me, again and again. I closed my eyes, and concentrated on the pleasure my nipples were still receiving, trying to block out the pain of Paul's intrusion. 

I heard his grunting appreciation for the sensation of being able to fuck my forbidden passage as roughly as he wanted, but then I suddenly felt a liquid heat directly on my clit. It was Rick, eating my cunt while Paul heaved into my ass!

I couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure. Then I heard Cory whisper the threat against my horses if I bit him, and then felt the tape peeling off my mouth. He quickly popped his prick between my lips, and held my head pinned to one side. He pumped my mouth, not caring that he was going too deep, or that I might enjoy giving great head.

So there I was, Paul abusing my anus and approaching orgasm, while Rick licked at my clit, bringing me close to orgasm, and Cory fucking my mouth like there was no tomorrow. Luke and Ryan were each sucking on my nipples.

The sounds of so many different male voices grunting and moaning, the musky scent of their bodies, and the mental picture of what I must look like pushed me into a mind-numbing orgasm. I stiffened and whimpered, and my muscles must have clenched around Paul's cock, causing him to ram into me one last time before letting his load go. 

Cory came, hot and thick in my mouth, which I greedily swallowed. When Paul stepped back, and Cory's softening meat slipped from my lips, Rick quickly flipped my over, pulling me back until my feet were on the floor. Then he eagerly slammed into me from behind, squeezing my ass cheeks and groaning.

Luke stood in front of me, and made me lick his penis until it was hard again, which I was happy to do. I love sucking a cock, and he held my hair in both fists as I put my talented mouth to work.

With every thrust of Rick's hips, my mons hit the edge of the desk - a rhythmic 'spanking'. It set my clit to jumping, and I was close to a second orgasm when Rick let go. His orgasm lasted for a long time, and I could feel it sliding from my overloaded cunt, down my legs.

I pulled my mouth from Luke's now hard cock, and looked at young Ryan. He blushed, but I knew he wanted his turn, too.

"I have an idea I want to try." he said.

"Well, hurry up, kid. I want another turn!" said Luke.

"No problem," Ryan smiled. "Sit in that chair there, Luke." We all turned to look at an old leather easy chair. 

Looking puzzled, Luke sat. Ryan told him to spread his legs apart, then he pulled me off the desk and over to the chair. I had a fair idea of what was going to happen, and I trembled with excitement.

Ryan lifted me over Luke's erection, and sat me down on it. I was facing the room instead of Luke, and his cock was in my already well-used ass. Luke groaned at the tight fit, and so did I. He gripped my hips and would have started moving, but Ryan stopped him.

He hooked each of my legs over the arms of the chair, and the four men stood there for a moment, staring at my open, wet cunt, and Luke's penis buried inside my ass. Ryan undid his pants, drawing everyone's attention.

"Good God, kid! Where'd you get all that!" Paul laughed. Ryan had a large meaty bone, at the very least nine inches, and probably thicker than my wrist! My eyes widened then. He was going to double me with Luke, only he was too big! I tried to tell him, but he just said, "Shut up. You're going to get it now, and you're gonna scream for us."

He was right, part way, at least. He was considerate enough to slide his massive organ into me slowly, letting me get used to him, and the feeling of having two cocks inside me was indescribable.

He started moving, causing me to slide up and down Luke's cock too. I started moaning, and begging them not to stop. I'd never been so stretched, and I never wanted this to end. My words caused Ryan to hammer into my pussy harder and faster. Our skin meeting made slapping noises, which increased our fervor. 

"Oh, god, don't stop! This feels so fucking good!" I moaned. "I'm going to cum all over you both!"

I watched as Paul, Rick, and Cory jerked off over us. Paul's was the first jism to splash onto me. He'd aimed for my face, and I opened my mouth wide, trying to catch what I could. Luke was grunting with the effort of holding his orgasm off.

Rick came on my tits, thick white gobs landing on them as they jiggled with the force of Ryan's thrusts. I lifted them up and tried to lick what I could reach, which caused Ryan to groan and jerk his hips as he came gushing inside me. His last, almost vicious thrust, was the impetus Luke needed to shoot his load deep into my ass, and all I needed to die a little death.

Cory, however, was still stroking himself. After Ryan wearily stood, Cory pulled me down to lean against the chair between Luke's legs. Then he sat astride me, and squeezed my tits together tightly. He slid his drooling cock between them, and stroked back and forth.

I bent my head and opened my mouth, and with every forward thrust he made, I sucked the head of his penis into my mouth, until I'd milked him of every last drop of semen.

After a few moments of silence, only heavy breathing being heard, they all got up and dressed. I looked up at them, smiled, and warned them not to come back. "If you do, then next time you'll leave without your dicks. Thanks for the great fuck!"

I stayed there, catching my breath for a few more minutes, then on shaky legs went back to the house. I spent an hour in the shower, washing all traces of them from my body. I was incredibly sore, yet I was also giddy. I had just experienced one of my fondest fantasies!

I curled up in bed for the third time. Before I slept, I thought about how I was going to get back at Maria. I laughed as I hit upon the perfect solution.

The next day, Maria received a messenger at her door. He handed her a large bouquet of flowers, and an expensive looking fruit basket. 

"Who is this from?" she asked. "I don't know," he said. "But there's a card."

Her fingers shaking, she reached for it. Smiling she said, "It's from Jake. To apologize for yesterday!" She opened the card, and screeched in raw fury. Then she burst into tears, and slammed the door.

The deliveryman picked up the card and read, "thanks for the best 24 hours of my life!" 

It was signed 'Shawn'.



The Auction



My heart was pounding a mile a minute the night I met BethAnne (or I guess you could say the night I "bought" BethAnne). I had heard about the slave auctions at one of the famous S&M clubs in downtown New York City on a Friday night. I went there not knowing what to expect. There were an awful lot of weird characters there and I really felt out of place. I mean, a girl really shouldn't be in a place like that. The men made passes at me, hoping I was submissive; the women looked at me like I was competition for them. 

There were three girls available for auction that night. After seeing the first two, both of whom looked like they had been worked over by a steam shovel, my anticipation dwindled. But when BethAnne came up to the stage, my heart leaped out! There she was, the girl of my dreams--petite, blonde, blue-eyed, pug-nosed. Innately shy. Not a day over 20. She never raised her head, not once, while the auctioneer rattled off the cadence of numbers. At $250 there were three bidders left. At $325 just two. I ended up buying her for $400, only after convincing the auctioneer to make her raise her skirt up, showing us a dainty pair of white panties beneath her tan-colored pantyhose, and to open her blouse half-way, exposing a lacy, white bra and what appeared to be a pair of very well-formed breasts. 

She blushed profusely as she was led to me from the dais, her head still lowered. I wondered what kind of girl would allow herself to be sold as a slave to a perfect stranger, to another girl. "I live in Jersey," I half-whispered, my heart racing. "My car is outside." 

"You have to promise me one thing," she said in an obviously nervous manner. 

"What's that?" 

"No marks. I don't want you to leave any marks. I don't mind going with you, and you can do whatever you want to, but I don't want marks." 

"All right. No marks," I said. "I want you to enjoy this evening as much as me." 

For the first time she looked at me. Our eyes met. "I'm BethAnne." 

"And I'm Danielle," I said, holding out my right hand. She shook it and smiled, just slightly, the kind of smile one gives more out of fear than of happiness. 

Our chauffeur-driven ride through the Lincoln Tunnel occurred in almost total silence. I wanted it that way, to heighten BethAnne's obvious nervousness. She looked out of the window most of the time. I made some notes in a note book along the way, reminders to myself of things I planned to do in my one big night of fantasy fulfillment. 

When we arrived, I gave the butler the night off and escorted BethAnne into my house. She seemed quite impressed with the mansion that I had inherited from my grandfather. She particularly liked the indoor swimming pool. I offered her a drink and she accepted. We ended up on the living room sofa. 

"Well, I guess you know why you are here, BethAnne," I said to the pretty blonde.

She kept her head down, blushing once more. She shook her head in the affirmative, biting her lower lip ever so slightly. She appeared to be trying to act like she wasn't as nervous as she really was. I could sense her uneasiness.

"How long have you been into this sort of thing?"

She smiled again. "You are not going to believe this, Danielle, but only for a few months. My ex- boyfriend really got me started. He was deeply into S&M and got me involved. At first I didn't like it, but after a while it grew on me. When he got tired of me, he let a few of his friends use me. I got more and more into it. After a while, I didn't care who did what to me, as long as it hurt."

"Is this the first time you've been auctioned off?"

"The second," she replied. "But last weekend was a bomb. The guy wanted to mark me up. I think I escaped with my life. Please tell me you're not like that."

I smiled. "I'm not, BethAnne." I paused, pensively, "But I hope to get my $400 worth," I continued with a sexy smile.

For one of the first few times in the evening she looked at me again and half-smiled as she cocked her head, "You will," she said softly. "I trust you."

"Tell me some of the things you like, BethAnne."

She became quiet and thoughtful. Her mind seemed to be racing with ways of answering my question. She seemed to want to please me. It was obvious she had been well trained by someone. "That's a difficult question. I guess it depends on the situation. I like to be ordered to do things. I'll do almost anything you ask me to."

"I can go for that. Like, how about for starters, raising your dress up a bit while you're sitting there so I can see a bit more of your legs. You have very nice legs. Don't be afraid to show them off."

She blushed slightly, but without hesitating, raised her hips a few inches off the sofa and, placing the palms of her hands on the outside of her dress to the side of her thighs, pulled the thin, dark blue cotton several inches higher. She was wearing light-brown, see-through pantyhose which made her legs look sleek and tanned. The hem of the dress stopped just a few inches short of the top of her thighs. Having raised the dress, she curled her shoeless feet under her behind and pointed her knees away from me.

It was a nice, somewhat provocative leg show. "That's nice," I said. "You are quite sexy, BethAnne. Have you ever made it with another woman?"

"Yes," she replied, with a coy smile that lit up my heart, "or I wouldn't be here now."

I returned her smile. She seemed bent on answering my questions in a forthright manner. "Tell me what else you like."

"I, well, I guess I like to be tied up and, ah, you know, whipped." She spoke hesitatingly, feeling me out, trying to determine what my intentions were for her.

"Where do you like to be whipped?"

She became pensive again. There was a long, pregnant pause. Finally, she replied, "Just about anywhere, I guess," biting her lower lip even harder.

Her answer really piqued my interest. "Your ass?"

"Yes."

"Your breasts?"

"Y-yes," she said, instinctively moving her right hand to just under left tit, cupping it ever so slightly, as if to protect it. The gesture inflamed me. I really wanted to try this girl out.

"How about your pussy, BethAnne?"

She turned her head away from me, as if she were afraid to answer. She looked so sweet, it was difficult to believe she was really into this life-style. "BethAnne? Answer me. I have a pussy whip in my little collection. Does that turn you on."

She looked at me for a brief second, then turned her head away. "Yes," she blurted. "Even my pussy, if it's done right. Please, do I have to answer these questions? This is embarrassing."

"I want to know how to please you, so I can please myself. I'll work with you if you work with me. We're in this together, okay? What part of your body is the most sensitive to erotic stimuli?"

Her head dropped completely. She stared at her lap. She paused for a moment, her lip quivering just slightly. "Do I have to tell you?" she asked.

"You must," I said in a more demanding tone than I had heretofore been using.

"I, well.... I guess it's my backside, you know...my...my anus. I can really get off if things are done to me there."

"Like what?" I persisted.

There was a another long pause. She was choosing her words carefully, still trying to analyze my desires. "I, I like to be taken there." She paused again, then blurted, "Especially when I'm tied up and can't move. And I guess I like to have things put inside my ass." She began fidgeting nervously with her fingers, afraid she had confided too much to me. Her voice cracked when she spoke. I had located a nerve ending, and I decided to explore it immediately.

"I have a long, thin battery-operated dildo, BethAnne. I'm going to penetrate your asshole with it later on this evening, and leave it inside you for a long time. Maybe I'll whip your backside while it's in there! Do you think you'd like that?"

Her face turned crimson. She shifted her legs. "I know I would like that." She turned her head toward me and whispered, "I'd like that very much." Her words were so soft I could barely hear her.

"I won't let you down. I promise not to hurt you beyond what you can endure, and I promise to leave no marks. I have only one rule--I insist on complete obedience. You are my slave for the rest of this evening. If a slave is disobedient, she gets punished. If she obeys, she is rewarded. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes," she replied, barely above a whisper.

"Then it's time to begin. Stand up, BethAnne."

As she moved her legs to stand, she opened them just enough to afford me a brief glimpse of the 'V' of her crotch, covered as it was by the darker colored pantyhose tops above her thighs. She stood just a few feet in front of me, head obediently lowered, eyes closed. Her dark blue skirt had fallen back into place. She wore a white cotton, short-sleeved blouse, unbuttoned at the neck. Her hands were at her sides, her fingers nervously fidgeting on her skirt.

"I want to examine what I've bought. Every inch of it. Every single part. It's mine now, at least for tonight, and I've got to know everything about you."

"Yes, mistress." She did not raise her head or open her eyes. It was the first time she had called me "mistress". It sounded nice. 

"Come closer to me, BethAnne," I commanded. She took child-like steps on the softness of the carpet beneath her stockinged feet. She stopped, her knees just inches from mine. "I want you to kneel down and raise your hands over your head and hold them there until I tell you to lower them." Without hesitation she did as I told her. By her actions, I knew she would make a good slave. Her hands were fists above her lowered head, her eyes still closed. I inched forward from my seat and brought my fingers to her face. Gently, I massaged the skin of her forehead and cheeks with the tips of my fingers for several moments. It was a technique I had read about--complete tenderness before the suffering. It served to raise the distinction in the recipient's mind between the two extremes of pain and pleasure.

"You have a very pretty face," I whispered, then added, "And I hope that blonde hair is natural."

"It is," she said, her face flushing for the hundredth time this evening.

"I guess I'll be finding out soon enough for myself," I said in a low, sexy voice, bringing my finger tips down the sides of BethAnne's bare neck and resting my palms on her shoulders. Ever so gently, I kneaded the area beneath my palms, then slowly lowered my hands toward her pouting, blouse-covered breasts. She hissed slightly as my hands moved over the mounds; I felt the fullness of her soft flesh beneath the blouse and bra. Her tits did not feel large, but they were not small by any means. I squeezed gently. She shuddered. Her mouth gaped open. The nipples began to enlarge beneath the thin cotton as I moved the palms in a circular direction, teasing the turgid nubbins beneath the fabric even more.

"I like your breasts. They are firm. Just the right size." For good measure, I gave them both a hard squeeze. She groaned, more out of surprise and pleasure than pain. She seemed to consciously lean into me as I grabbed her there, pressing her upper body against my hands, as if she wanted me to do this to her. She was really into this pain stuff, I could tell. Sensing her needs, I squeezed much harder, causing her to throw her head back slightly and to moan softly.

"Do you like it when I squeeze your tits real hard?"

"Yes," she blurted. It was obvious she was being truthful.

I took the opportunity to give her exactly what she wanted, contracting my hands and fingers over her mounds, savoring her now incessant moans and groans. Having had my temporary fill of her breasts, I moved my hands down her body, alongside her petite waist, finally letting them come to rest on her hips, just below the black leather belt she wore around her skirt. Noticing the belt for the first time, I decided that it could come into use later. Quickly, I unbuckled it and pulled it out of the loops around her waist. I said, "This may come in handy later," then placed the belt next to me on the sofa.

"That's why I wore it," she said candidly.

"I think we're going to get along just fine tonight," I said with a wide smile, then, leaning forward as far as I could, I looked down at BethAnne's kneeling knees. They were close together. Too close. "Open your legs more, BethAnne." Instantly, she stretched her skirt with her opened legs until the material was taut.

I leaned forward even more, putting my left hand behind her back for support, while I moved my right hand beneath the hem of her skirt, and then upward, forcing the front of her skirt to rise in the crook of my arm as I planted my fingers in the crotch of her pantyhose. I could feel the warmth of her breath on the side of my neck.

"OH!" she cried, bringing her thighs close together to capture my hand between them as soon as she felt my hand reach the "V' of her hot crotch. Yes, the crotch was hot. Not warm. Hot! Moisture had already seeped from her sex through her panties and hose. I pressed upward into the meaty tissues, then urged my middle finger into the divide of the soft lips, just at the outside her vaginal entrance. She moaned passionately as I pressed inward with my finger, forcing her panty crotch slightly into her vagina.

I grabbed a handful of her sex and squeezed it tightly with my hand, just hard enough for her to realize that the gentleness she had recently enjoyed was merely a brief reprieve, a turning point for what was to come. She shuddered, but otherwise accepted my first attempt at heavy-handedness with hardly a flinch. I pulled my hand away from her burning crotch and moved it out from under her skirt. She looked sexy beyond words, kneeling before me, hands raised, eyes lowered, face flushed, my own little slave for the evening.

"Do you think I am pretty, BethAnne?" I asked, returning my hands to her shoulders, my voice thick and slurpy.

"Yes, very," she replied, raising her eyes and looking at me for the briefest of moments before lowering her head once more.

"Do you think you might learn to like my body?

"Y-yes," she replied.

I brought my index finger to her lower lip, drawing the lip down gently to reveal the whiteness of her lower teeth. "Would you like to look up my skirt?"

She gulped. "Yes," she said, her eyes meeting mine once more. There was almost a pleading look in them.

"What if I'm not wearing panties?" I teased.

"That's okay," she replied with a nervous gulp, her eyes widening. 

"You wouldn't be embarrassed, looking at another woman's pussy?"

"I don't mind," she husked.

Of course she wouldn't mind. The anticipation in her eyes was a dead giveaway. I sat back on the sofa, my head resting against the upper cushion. I kept my legs closed tightly, my bright red skirt at mid-thigh. Her pretty blue eyes went straight to my knees. I was not wearing stockings. She gulped again. She wasn't expecting me to give her a little show. I opened my legs just a bit, wanting only to tease her, not permitting anything more than a look part way up my skirt. Her mouth opened slightly in expectation. 

"Why don't you push my knees apart with your hands, BethAnne," I said with a sexy, inviting smile. She leaned forward, placed her hands on my bare knees, then pushed them gently. My legs parted, providing BethAnne with a wide-open view of my crotch, covered only by a pair of silky, light-blue panties. I watched her stare intently between my opened legs. She seemed engrossed by the sight.

"Later, my dear, I will let you eat me. Do you give good head?"

"The best," she said with a wry smile. It was the only time the entire evening she would try to come out of her shell. She was a strange woman, indeed. I wanted her badly. I let her look between my slightly parted legs for a few moments. Her eyes remained glued to my crotch, fascinated by the view. I wanted to pull her head into me and let her suck me off, but there were things I had to do to her first. Abruptly, I closed my legs.

"All right, you've seen enough. Stand up!" I commanded. "Put your hands back over your head."

She arose from her kneeling position and stood, her eyes still riveted to my now closed legs, her hands pointing toward the ceiling. "Turn around!" I ordered, and slowly she turned to face away from me. The roundness of the cheeks of her ass was now evident beneath her tight skirt. This woman was wanton, wild, lustful. She would do anything I wanted her to do. All I had to do was ask. 

I brought my feet to the floor and reached out to grab a handful of her luscious globes beneath the skirt. The flesh was firm, only slightly yielding to the touch. I kneaded the muscle for several moments, listening to her soft sighs and moans. Her hips began to undulate slightly under my hands. I could smell her womanly odors emanating from beneath the dress. The smell was familiarly pungent. I could only guess that she was really flowing between her legs now.

Reaching down, I grasped the hem of her skirt and began raising it upward, revealing the back of her sleek legs, tan-looking beneath the svelte hose. She wasn't wearing a slip. The skirt started to bunch at her waist as I pushed it higher, finally easing it over her lower buttocks.

"You may lower your arms now, BethAnne. Then bend over as far as you can." As her body bent at the waist, I pushed the skirt all the way over the curved cheeks of her ass. The view from behind her was fantastic! The darker upper portion of the pantyhose was almost completely opaque. I could barely discern a pair of white bikini-style panties beneath the material.

Reaching to my side, I picked up the leather belt that I had recently removed from BethAnne's skirt. I doubled it in my hand, then held it over my shoulder. The target area was right in front of my eyes. She had no idea of what I was about to do. Surprise, I had learned long ago, is an important element in proper punishment. Without saying a word, I drove the belt into her right ass cheek. There was a dull cracking sound of the

leather striking against the thin mesh of the pantyhose, followed by a short "Yelp" from BethAnne's lips as she fell forward slightly.

"Does that feel good?" I husked.

"Yes," she replied, moving her hips slightly from side to side, bracing herself for the next stroke.

"Tell me you want some more," I said in a demanding voice.

"I...I want some more," she said, her voice pleading.

"Open your legs further so you have better balance. Grab your ankles." She did. I could see her looking back at me from between her legs. Her straight blonde hair hung to the floor. Her eyes were slightly teary, her face was red as a beet. 

"Close your eyes," I commanded, not wanting her to know when the next stroke was coming. I waited for a few precious moments, letting the tension build up within her, before bringing the belt down on the left side of her ass. 

She had braced herself well. All the stroke could evince from her was a short "AH!" though her body did teeter a bit. I could see that this was too mild for her. Reaching under the bunched-up skirt, I grasped the elastic of the top of the pantyhose and pulled it downward, stretching it over the alabaster whiteness of her globes, slowly revealing the dividing crack of the two half-moons. Slowly but surely the ultra- whiteness of the bikini-styled panties she was wearing came into view as I lowered the pantyhose over the bottom of her gorgeous globes.

The panties looked that they had been painted on her ass, so snugly did they fit against her buttocks. They appeared to have been made of rayon or satin. They were plain, without lace or other adornments, with a reinforced crotch. I slapped her panty-covered ass, this time with the palm of my hand, just hard enough to make a loud crack. She gasped, then turned her head around to stare at me. I liked the feisty look in her eyes, they way her ass pouted outward, the sexy way the pantyhose bunched around her thighs, the tight fit of her silky panties on her ass.




The Auction



"More?" I asked.

Her mouth, slightly opened, closed for a moment. She nodded at the same time she whispered "Yes." She appeared pensive for a moment, then blurted, suggestively, "But I think it would feel better without my panties on."

I smiled at her boldness. "With my hand or the belt, BethAnne?"

"B-both, please. I've been a bad girl and I..."

"Shhh," I interrupted, moving my hands to the top of the undies. "You've been a very naughty little girl, so I'll have to punish you real nice. I always punish bad girls quite rigidly. Hold on tight!" She grasped her ankles with her hands hard enough to turn her knuckles white as she braced herself once more, stretching her legs apart as far as the pantyhose encircling her thighs would allow.

I played with the panty-covered ass first, kneading the flesh, caressing the tiny panties with my fingertips. Her ass was soft, smooth, and pliable beneath my knuckles as I eased the panties over the pure, alabaster-white skin, slowly inching the wispy material over the remaining lower half of her gorgeous ass, exposing the long, sexy crack that separated the split pumpkin.

"Beautiful...just beautiful," I sighed, taking in the lovely sight of the woman's completely naked ass. I figured it was as good a time as any to examine her back there. Using only the thumbs of each hand, I pressed into either side of the lower divide, forcing the flesh to part, revealing the pink, round crinkly anus which was surrounded by tiny, light-colored sepia. Still lower, I could see the beginning of her light-colored, almost blonde pussy hair poking out just above the crotch of her panties which had now joined the pantyhose at mid-thigh.

"So this is the part of your body that turns you on the most," I said, looking intently at the woman's completely exposed anus. There was no doubt in BethAnne's mind what I was referring to. The cheeks of her ass were parted wide, just where her thighs met her lower globes. She said nothing, looking up at me from between her spread legs as she continued to bend over.

I continued to study the crinkly rosebud for several moments, sometimes moving just the tip of my forefinger over it and listening to the soft sighs each little movement of my finger caused. She definitely was anal-erotic, and I knew I could get her off there in many different ways.

Having explored this area to my heart's content, I pulled my hands away from her. I looked down at her, fire in my eyes. "Say 'Now mistress,' I commanded.

"N-now, mistress," she nervously whispered, not having any idea what she was saying "now" to.

"Close your eyes!" Hardly were they closed than I gave her right buttock a good, hard stinging slap with the palm of my right hand. She winced, and her mouth opened, but she remained silent despite the pain. I did it again, quickly, three times in succession, each slap helping to redden the area beneath my palm. Still she said nothing, obviously having braced herself for the mild punishment.

Her tenacity began to annoy me. I picked up the belt next to me, doubled it over once more in my fist, and brought it down hard and firm right across the crack of her ass. This time she yelped, falling forward slightly. "That's better, bitch," I said. "I want to hear it when it hurts! Silence tells me I'm not hurting you enough." 

I gave her another good, hard stroke, across her left globe, and she gave off with a nice, loud "AHH!" punctuated by a quick gasp of breath. "It does hurt!" she cried.

For the next ten minutes, I alternated between spanking her ass with the palm of my hand and using the belt to my heart's content. I gave her little rest between strokes, only pausing from time to time to gently stroke the reddened, streaked skin with my fingertips. I particularly enjoyed the way the pure white flesh of her ass, now reddening nicely, rippled whenever I used the palm of my hand on it. She seemed to be able to take all I could give her...and more. Her gasps and moans were for my benefit only. I didn't seem to be hurting her much at all.

Her buttocks were well-reddened after 15 minutes of my labors. The knuckles of her hands, which continued their grip on her ankles, were white from loss of blood, in stark contrast to her crimson face and pink, blushing buttocks. She looked so sexy, bent over like that in front of me, the pretty light- colored curls of her pussy peeking out from between the 'V' of her partially spread legs.

The lovely, almost pink rosebud, round and crinkly, which was exposed completely by her posture, filled me with wonder. She had already confessed her anal-eroticism and here it was--waiting invitingly to be exercised any way I wanted. My choices were limited only by my imagination.

"Stand back up, BethAnne," I commanded. "Turn around and face me." She did, her skirt falling back into place to hide the lowered garments around her thighs. Her hands were clasped in front of her pubis, her head lowered submissively. Her chest heaved slightly as she took deep breaths, allowing her breasts to strain against the cotton blouse. 

"Remove your pantyhose and panties. You won't be needing them." 

Obediently, she moved her hands beneath her dark blue cotton skirt. At once, the already half-lowered material glided down her pale, white legs. Deftly, she slipped them off her feet, one by one, and kicked them to the side.

I looked at my little slave, eyeing her from head to toe. "When you stand in front of me, at any time, you must open your legs and keep them open unless I tell you differently. Your pussy and your ass must always be completely accessible to me. Open your legs now!" She moved her legs apart, as best she could, stretching the skirt to its limit. Her pose was all too inviting. I inched forward from my seat and watched my hand disappear once more beneath the skirt. As my hand moved upward, I felt the softness of her inner thighs. 

The hairs of her pussy were unbelievably soft. I was quite surprised at how wet she was there. She "Ahhhh'd" softly as I gently eased my middle finger into the center of her heavily moistened love nest. Her hips undulated slightly as she worked her pussy invitingly over my hand. The insides of her vaginal walls were quite soft and completely soaked with the copious flow of her juices. It was a veritable lake of juices. I withdrew my finger from her pussy and brought it to my nose. The smell of her sex was intoxicating. She looked down at me as I put the glistening finger in my mouth and sucked it, voraciously.

"You taste as good as you smell," I said.

She smiled slightly. "My pussy is yours," she whispered.

"Take off your skirt, BethAnne," I commanded. Obediently, she unbuttoned the skirt at the side of her waist. The soft, metallic sound of the zipper being was music to my ears. She pushed the material gently over her hips, then let it fall of its own accord down her legs where it fell silently, like a tissue, in a circle about her feet. She stepped

out of the circle and kicked the skirt to the side.

Reflexively, she criss-crossed her hands in front of her pubis, blocking my view. Her modesty amused me. Maybe it was part of her game. I decided to play along with her. "Are you shy, BethAnne?"

"Yes," she half-whispered, her face reddening.

"We're both girls, you needn't be. Didn't I let you look between my legs earlier?"

Her face reddened, remembering. "But you're wearing panties. I'm naked there now. And I hardly know you. I'm scared."

"Move closer to me, BethAnne."

Like a scared bunny rabbit, she inched forward, her hands still covering her lower abdomen. "Such a pretty little girl," I whispered, placing my hands on her wrists. "Don't be scared." Gently, I urged the hands apart. She offered no resistance, parting her hands at my soft insistence. Her pussy was unbelievably beautiful. Why she didn't want to show off something as soft and pretty as those pretty blonde curls which adorned her pubis was beyond me. The triangle of hair was not thick at all; in fact, the slit dividing the folds of her pussy was quite evident through the curls. My face was only inches away from the exquisite beauty of her fleece. Leaning forward, I moved my lips to pouting hairs, reveling in their softness. The smell of her sex drove me wild.

"You're beautiful," I softly whispered as my lips mouthed their words on the golden triangle. When I gently blew warm air into the hairs beneath my lips, BethAnne visibly shuddered as she pushed her lower abdomen against my mouth, pleading for more. I planted hundreds of tiny kisses all over her pubis, encouraged by her increasingly heavy breathing. I was careful, though, not to wander too far between her legs, now parted slightly, for fear of touching off something I didn't want to start quite

yet. She had to pay for her rewards first, and I didn't want to spark the flames of passion quite yet.

Finally, I moved my head back, still staring at the splendid golden fleece, unable to take my eyes from her. My hands, which had been holding her hips for support, traveled to her backside, where I softly kneaded the firmness of her buttocks. My movements caused her to hiss loudly between her teeth, in obvious enjoyment of my endeavors.

"You really know how to turn me on," she said huskily, looking down

at my dark hair.

"I've only just begun," I whispered, moving my hands to her front and grasping the lowest button of her blouse with excited fingers. "You know," I continued as I undid the first button, "I could really get into you, honey. I've never met anyone quite like you."

The button snapped apart and I moved to the next one. "You are almost too sexy, too perfect. I should have met you years ago." She looked down in silence, listening to my meanderings, and watched the second button slip from its hole, opening beneath my fingers to expose her belly button which, by leaning forward, I softly kissed, then tongued, pretending it to be a sexual opening. 

As I worked the tip of my tongue in a maddening circle around her belly button, I worked the third button of her blouse loose. Moving my head back, I looked up. The blouse was sufficiently opened to afford me a view of the lower cups of her lacy, delicately embroidered bra. I needed to see more.

My fingers found the fourth button. "I should have made you take this off for me, but I like doing it myself." I watched intently as the button snapped open, exposing more of her sexy, white bra. The bra cups were even larger than I had imagined. She was now biting her lower lip, nervously, as she watched my fingers move to the fifth, and final, button. 

"You didn't need this blouse anyway. At least not for what we're going to be doing," I husked as I finished unbuttoning her blouse.

"I feel a little more nervous now," she said softly as I arose from my seat and stood in front of her, holding each half of the parted material. 

"Not to worry," I said, "you'll enjoy what I have planned for you." With these words, I opened her blouse completely, pushing the garment over her shoulders, letting it glide gently down her arms, then tossed it to the side. 

She stood before me now, naked save for her pretty bra. "You look good in sexy things," I whispered, my eyes fixed upon the embroidered flowers and lace of the obviously well-filled cups. Slowly, I moved my hands to the outside of her tits, then squeezed them both. As she took a long, deep breath, savoring the feel of my gently kneading hands, I moved my thumbs over the center of each cup and pressed in against the now turgid nipples beneath. 

BethAnne's body seemed to spasm to my touch. "My nipples are extremely sensitive," she said, her voice cracking in desire.

"I can tell," I whispered, running my thumbs over the nipples for a moment longer. "Now let's see what they look like." Leaning into her, I embraced the near naked girl. Our breasts met, pressing against each other. Reaching around behind her, I grasped the center of the strap with fumbling fingers. I must admit that even I was slightly nervous now, anticipating her total, beautiful nakedness. 

Finally, the strap unhooked, but I continued to press my chest into her, holding the front of the bra in place even as the shoulder straps slid down her arms and she dutifully eased her arms free of them. She pressed her whole body into mine, emphasizing her bony pubis by grinding it ever so slightly into mine. Even through my skirt, I could feel her pussy hairs.

I felt an overwhelming desire to kiss her. Leaning my head back slightly, our eyes met. There was a fire deep inside them that yearned to be extinguished. I could read her hunger for sex like a book inside her mind. Her lips were slightly opened, as if she knew what I was thinking. Her eyes closed just before mine, and our lips melded in a frenzy of unbridled passion. We embraced and kissed for such a long time that I lost track of just how long.

Without breaking our lustful embrace, I moved my right hand between us, to the center of her chest, and grasped the loosened bra. With one smooth motion, I pulled it downward, removing the final vestige of her clothing. I then moved my hand to the middle of her back and pressed her even harder into me, knowing she was now completely naked, crushing the breasts I had still not seen into me.

Our tongues moved in and out of each others mouths; our lips and teeth sucked and nibbled and bit and fought each other in an all out war. I don't remember ever having been this hot, this intense, this passionate in my entire life, and I've known hundreds of lovers, male and female. Each hot kiss seemed to inflame her even more, causing her abdomen to gyrate into mine. She needed this as much as I did, and there was no pretense about it.

When our kiss broke at last, I could feel beads of sweat on my forehead. I moved one step back from her, then opened my eyes to her total nakedness. Her full, coral nipple-tipped breasts, were out of this world! I loved the white, creamy-smooth texture of the skin, their gentle sway, the soft contrast of stark whiteness with the pink, silver-dollar sized areolas surrounding the nipples, and even the nipples themselves which pointed firmly outward, as big as the size of the tip of my pinky.

"Beautiful. Just beautiful," I whispered. I wanted to be naked, like her, to take her and make mad, frenzied love to her. But there would be time for that later. I hadn't bought her at the auction just to make love to her.

"I want you to come with me, BethAnne, to a special room."

She smiled nervously, then said, "Now? Don't you want to make love to me first?"

"I'd love to, but I have to work you over first. Remember what you came here for?"

She lowered her head, partly out of her innate subservience, but mostly out of sorrow that I was not going to take her then and there and put out the burning fire inside her. I reached out and took her hand in mine, then led her down the hallway past my bedroom, to a locked door. I permitted no one to enter this room unless I was present, not even the servants. She stood next to me, her arms at her side, as I unlocked the door, opened it, then beckoned her in with a gesture of my hand. She walked past me, nervously, into the darkened room.

Moving behind her, I followed, then closed the door behind us, leaving us in pitch blackness. The sound of the door locking in the stillness and silence of the darkness sent shivers down BethAnne's spine. I slowly moved behind the naked girl, pressing my blouse-covered chest into her back, then drew my hands inside her arms and around to her front, where I reached up and cupped the grapefruit-sized tits in my palms. Her body stiffened slightly to my touch, mostly out of nervousness. Most of her passion seemed to have dissipated. I gently squeezed the yielding flesh in my hands.

"I call this the Play Room, BethAnne," I whispered into her ear as I continued to knead her breasts. "I hope you like it." I planted a soft kiss on the nape of neck, brushing her long blonde hair to the side with my cheek in order to do so. She shivered again. 

I squeezed her still turgid nipples between my thumb and forefingers, at first gently, but then slowly increased the pressure until the pleasure of the sensation on the sensitive nubbins was replaced by a little pain. She gave with a little "AH!", telling me she had felt the first twinge of distress there. "These will be first, BethAnne," I husked, pulling the nipples outward from her tits.

To my surprise, she did not make a sound. I knew I had to be hurting her quite a bit. Instead, she only took in a long, deep breath, and braced herself against the pain. It was obvious she had a higher threshold than I would have imagined. Perhaps she would even enjoy a little nipple and breast torture to start things off. It was time to show her the Play Room.

I reached in back of me and flicked on the light switch. The fluorescent ceiling lights quickly bathed the room in a brilliant glow, temporarily blinding the both of us. As BethAnne's eyes became accustomed to the light, they widened in disbelief. Before her was a room like no other she had even seen.

Her eyes moved from side to side, taking in the various devices I had gathered or had especially made for me over the years--the X-frame on the wall, the horizontal bars next to it, the kneeling cushions, the round center post, the doctor's examining table (its stirrups tauntingly upright), the wall of whips, the ceiling pulley and chains, the saw horse...it was all there for her to see.

"What do you think?" I asked, still gripping her right nipple with my fingers as I placed my left hand on her shoulder.

"I...I've never seen anything like it! I'm scared."

"I want you to be a little scared, BethAnne. It will heighten your senses. But my promise remains--I will not mark you or hurt you beyond your level of endurance. Trust me. Come here." I released my grip on her nipple and took her hand once more, then walked her to the wooden center post, eyeing the ominous- looking straps hanging from it.

"Turn around, BethAnne, put your back against the post." She turned. I savored once more the beauty of her lithe, naked breasts, the first target of my endeavors this evening. I reached to the side of the post and drew a three inch wide leather strap around her waist, then buckled it on the other side, pulling her back and ass tightly against the hard wood.

"Just so you don't jump around too much when I work you over a little. First I am going to have some fun with those gorgeous tits of yours, then I am going to give you a complete examination over there on the examining table. I think you'll enjoy that! Don't go away." I walked behind her to the wall of whips and retrieved a long, thin riding crop with a slightly more thick triangular tip, ideal for stinging sensitive nipples, and a pussy whip. I had found the pussy whip, with its six eight-inch leather thongs, tightly braided for added pain, to be perfect for use on breasts as well as pussies.

Holding the crop and whip in my hands, I moved to the front of BethAnne once more. Her eyes widened when she saw the devices in my hands. I smiled, sensing the fear in her eyes. I put the handle of the pussy whip into the waist band of my skirt, letting the dark brown tentacles hang ominously over the waist band, in plain sight.

"We are going to play a little game, BethAnne. A little test of your threshold of pain. The better you are at playing the game, the less pain you receive. If you don't do well, of course, you....ah....you lose. You won't like what happens when you lose. Clasp your hands behind your head."

The frightened girl moved her hands in back of her head, clasping them. I made her hold her elbows well back, making her more than ample breasts jut out smartly....invitingly. I moved closer to her. "All right, BethAnne, we are ready to begin. I am going to use the riding crop on your tits, but only the tip of it. If you cry out in pain, you get one swat with the full length of the crop somewhere on your body. I am going to give you six licks, three on each nipple. Are you ready?"




The Auction



She nodded her head affirmatively, her eyes meeting mine once more in a plea for mercy. I maintained my steel composure and bade her to close her eyes. I didn't want her knowing when then licks would come. She kept her head held high, her elbows well back. Holding the crop in my right hand, the tip about six inches above her left breast, I moved the palm of my left hand over the defenseless nubbin, feeling the hardened flesh dig into my hand. BethAnne moaned at the touch, surprised that the first sensation she was feeling there was one of pleasure, not the pain she had been bracing herself for.

"My what big nipples we have for a rather tiny girl!" I exclaimed in a mild-mannered, almost soothing voice, belying my true intent. She moaned again as I brought the tips of my fingers to her right nipple, leaving the left one unprotected, where, unbeknownst to her, the riding crop loomed ominously above.

She moaned and "Ahh'd" for several moments as my fingers played a symphony on her right nipple, exciting it to the maximum of its sensitivity. Just as I lulled her into a state of tranquility, without warning I flicked the tip of the riding crop smartly just above her left nipple, cracking the hardness of the leather against the softness of the delicate tissues.

"OH! AHHHH!" she cried out, more out of being startled than suffering pain, her eyes opening wide, as if in amazement.

"My-oh-my," I said in a tone of admonishment, "we've lost on the very first round. That wasn't exactly the kind of silence I had hoped for. I believe that calls for a penalty shot!" 

"NO!" she cried again as she watched me raise the length of the crop and bring it down with an even louder crack across the front of her thighs, causing her to scream out once more, this time more from pain.

"You'll have to do better than that, young lady, or you'll end up with twelve nasty strokes instead of six."

"My nipples are so sensitive...." she began to say in a whimpering, half-pleading voice.

"Then you'll have to bear up all the more," I interrupted. "Close your eyes again. If you peek, I'll have to blindfold you."

Shifting my body just slightly to the left, to better my position for the next blow, I cupped the front of her right breast gently in the cradle of my fingers, lifting the gland and its unprotected, coral-colored, turgid nipple upward, where it became a perfect, albeit unwanted target of my stinging crop.

BethAnne's mouth was slightly agape; her brow was furrowed in fear. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. Her breathing was heavier than before. I let her wait, agonizingly, knowing the crop was inches away. To her surprise, I eased the thick tip of the crop over the soon to be swollen nubbin and played with the pliant tissue, moving the nipple back and forth with the triangular tip, teasing it back to excitement. Then, in a sudden, unexpected movement, I raised the thick piece of leather up and smashed it firmly right over the top of the sensitive tissue.

This time she was prepared. Despite the maddening sting, BethAnne merely drew in her breath, sharply, and bit her lower lip, as her head cocked back and to the side. "Very good," I whispered in a complimentary fashion. "Not even a peep."

"It still hurts like crazy," she cried, dutifully keeping her hands clasped behind her head.

I looked down at her pretty patch of blonde pubic curls, beneath which, across the top of each thigh, was a telltale reddened stripe, the burning result of my first, and so far only "penalty shot." The leather belt around her waist held her firmly in place. Her legs were slightly parted, her cuntal hairs peeking prominently from between her legs. For a brief second, the thought struck me that it was be nice to kneel down and service her pretty pussy with my tongue, but there would be plenty of time for that later.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, quite sincerely.

She opened her eyes and looked right into mine, her lips breaking into the tiniest of smiles. "No," she said. "I can take whatever you give me."

"I think you could," I whispered, flicking the thick tip of the crop once more with a resounding crack across the front of right breast, catching the waiting nipple before it had time to fully recover from the first blow.

"HRRRMPH!" was the only sound my little sex slave made, followed by a short burst of breath through her nostrils. Her ability to withstand what must have been very painful to her amazed me.

I delivered the fourth, fifth and sixth strokes with a good deal of sharpness, alternating between her swollen nipples. Even the final stroke, which I purposely made the hardest, evoked only a series of deep, throaty moans, and deep gasps for breath, but she remained steadfast in her determination not to cry out.

"Do you want to scream out when it hurts, BethAnne?"

"If you want me to," she replied, trying to catch her breath.

I laughed. "No. Actually, I always gag the screamers. I prefer to be able to talk with you while I put you through your paces. Come on, I want to check you out real good." I undid the belt around her waist and led BethAnne over to the examination table.

Without being asked, she quickly mounted the leather-covered table and stretched out on her back. "Do you want my feet in those things?" she asked.

"That's what they're there for," I replied.

She smiled, seeming only too happy to lift her feet into position, having to slide her ass forward slightly on the table to accommodate the metal stirrups. I moved to her side and drew another belt over her waist, tightening it fully, then moved to the head of the table and pulled her arms down to a point where I was able to affix leather cuffs to each wrist.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, "you really want me to be restrained."

"Don't want you jumping off the table," I said, feasting my eyes on the length of her body and her svelte nakedness. Her spread legs, even from my vantage point behind her head, seemed particularly inviting.

I moved along the length of her naked body toward the foot of the examining table, stopping at her right leg only long enough to draw a cuff around her ankle and pull the attached chain tight enough to make movement of the foot all but impossible. Without even gazing at the treasures between her wide-opened legs, I did the same with her left ankle. 

Behind me was the flood lamp, still unlit, which rose well above my head. Turning to face it, my back to the spread-eagled blonde, I pulled it to me on its wheels, then flicked the switch to turn it on, bathing BethAnne's body from head to toe in bright, white light. When I turned at last to feast my eyes between her legs, I saw her eyes squinting against the brightness of the lamp. Rather than fool with the dazzling light, she closed her eyes just as I drew my sights on her splayed pussy.

I had seen many naked women in my life, but I don't recall ever seeing as beautiful a vision as BethAnne's completely exposed sex. The beautiful golden, honey-dewed curls seemed to have been painted there on either side of her labia which gaped open like a pretty pink rose, the petals invitingly parted, the center glistening with moisture. At the top of her opened crack was her protruding clitoral nubbin, prominent, just waiting to be tongued or, should I desire, even cruelly whipped.

"I feel like I'm at the doctor's office," she said, her eyes still closed by the strong light which shined down over the back of my head.

"I may not be a doctor, BethAnne, but I am going to give you an examination like you've never had. My, what a beautiful pussy you have! Let's have a really good look at it!" I leaned forward and placed my thumbs at the inner edge of her outer labia, her pink gash already visible between the delicate folds. A slight pressure of my thumbs was all that was needed to expose the entire pink, wet area surrounding her now wide-open vaginal entrance.

"OH!" she exclaimed, realizing I had just completely bared her most private part.

I studied the beautiful scene before me as if I were viewing, for the first time, a gorgeous work of art, which indeed it was. I could see part way into the juice-filled vagina, where several tiny masses of pinkish-white, slightly rounded tissue seemed to come together in a tightly knit circle. I moved the tips of my thumbs closer to the edge of the splayed sex and drew the vaginal door even wider, causing the rounded tissues to part.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice sounding a little concerned.

I smiled. "Relax. It's all part of the examination. I'm studying your hole. I can see all the way inside it, BethAnne. It's so beautiful."

"I've never felt so exposed before. AHHH! What's that?"

"Shhh!" I said, moving my index finger into the pink opening. "It's just my finger. Don't say a word. Just let me explore a little bit." As she lay there, naked, obscenely exposed, breathing more heavily with each moment, I probed her warm, moist opening to my heart's content. Somewhere amongst her moans and sighs I slid my middle finger alongside my index finger and continued the exploration.

Her vaginal muscles were extremely tight. Sometimes, she contracted them against my invading digits, as if she were attempting to squeeze more of me into her. "AHH! That's nice!" she exclaimed, letting out a long breath to punctuate her arousal. Her hips began to undulate slightly, despite the restraint of the belt around her waist. She drew her breath in sharply and loudly as I plunged my fingers to the depths. The womanly odors emanating from the region served to intoxicate me, leaving me almost

breathless.

Soon I began to piston my fingers in and out of her hot hole, listening to the sweet slurping of the vaginal excretions inside her, while her moans and groans filled the air. "YES! I want to come! Please let me come!" she begged as my two fingers electrified her.

"If you come, I have to punish you, BethAnne," I explained, as if it were a natural fact, without ceasing my finger-fucking.

"I know," she sighed. "I don't care. Just do me. OH! That feels so good! Yessssss! Yessssssss!"

I leaned over more, so my face was flush with her splayed legs and twat. There was a lake inside her now which oozed out of her opening and into the lower crack of her ass. I pursed my lips and drew them over her burgeoning clitoris, then flicked at the nubbin several times with the tip of my tongue. My lips had not surrounded her clit for more than 30 seconds when she screamed out, as if in pain, then came in torrent after torrent. 

The loud "AHHHH!" which escaped her mouth seemed to last for almost a minute as her entire body spasmed and her vaginal muscles alternately squeezed and released their grip on the fingers inside her. When the long "AHHHH!" ceased, she began gasping for breath. I had never seen a woman have a more intense orgasm. It was almost scary.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine." She let out a gushing breath. "Very fine." Another breath. She swallowed, but her mouth was almost dry. She sighed. "Don't take your fingers out yet. Let me come down slowly."

I left my two digits inside her, unmoving, for several moments, as I watched her continue to slide down from her erotic high. Once or twice she bit her lower lip as she tightened her vaginal grip on me, as if to savor the feeling to the very end. Finally, when she seemed to have regained a semblance of normalcy, I withdrew from her. My fingers, coated with her juices, glistened in the light of the overhead flood lamp. I brought them to my nose and basked in their sweet, cuntal smell.

I looked into her slowly opening eyes and whispered, "Do you always have such intense orgasms?" I brushed some hairs away from her engorged clitoris with the tips of my fingers. 

"OH! I'm so sensitive there after I come!" she exclaimed, referring to my fingers near her love button. 

"Answer my question, BethAnne."

"Yes," she replied, blushing profusely. "Sometimes even harder than that. It doesn't take much. Sometimes I can come in less than a minute. It's like there's a clock

ticking inside me....you know, inside my pussy. I can feel it counting down, and then, when the alarm goes off I can feel it throughout my entire body, like an electric shock that starts where your fingers were." 

"But you know you were bad. You may only come with my permission."

She gulped, then nodded her head affirmatively. "I know. I must be punished. I've been bad, mistress." The tone of her words led to believe that she was almost begging for some kind of punishment--any kind.

"I shan't disappoint you. Don't go away," I mocked, turning to leave the spread-eagled blonde wondering what I had in store for her. I went to the kitchen and opened the freezer door. Waiting for me, where I left them earlier, were the two plastic cylinders filled now with ice. One cylinder was long and thin, perfect for anal insertion; the other was just as long, but much more thick, ideal for vaginal delights.

I returned to my little slave gingerly holding my toys. She looked at them, immediately recognizing them as dildos, and, judging by their widely different shapes, correctly assumed that each of her holes were soon to be filled by them. She had no idea of their ice-cold contents. I placed the cylinders on a table next to me, then opened a drawer beneath them. From the drawer I removed a dildo gag, one of my favorite remedies for incessant screaming that I knew would surely follow were she not gagged.

The dildo gag consisted of a wide band of rubber, affixed to which was a short but very thick pink- colored, cock-like plastic phallus. She looked at the device, wide-eyed, as I moved toward her head. "Open up," I ordered.

"Are you going to gag me?" she asked, somewhat surprised.

"You'll be glad I did," I replied, "Now open up, we don't have all day!" I was somewhat impatient with my little victim, knowing that the ice would soon begin melting in the cylinders and I wanted to save their full effect for inside her.

She opened her mouth and I shoved the plastic dildo in, then drew the rubberized portion over her cheeks toward the back of her head. She raised her head far enough to permit me to tie the piece in place with its leather-like thongs. She looked so sexy, lying there naked, opened, defenseless, and....waiting.

I moved back between her spread legs, where the light brightly illuminated her still gaping cunt. From a drawer at the foot of the examining table I quickly located a tube of K-Y jelly. "I'm going to lubricate your asshole," I said, matter-of-factly, as I spread some of the clear gel on the tip of my middle finger, out of her range of sight.

"Mmmmm," she moaned behind her gag. It was difficult to determine if her sound was one of joy or fear. It didn't matter. I move my finger into the lower crack of her ass and quickly located the anal orifice. She jumped slightly in her restraints and moaned once more as I spread the lubricant around her tight little button.

"I hope this feels good," I said, quickly driving my well-lubricated finger into the tightly gripping aperture. She squeezed her sphincter around the invading digit, either to drive it out or to heighten its feeling inside her. Whatever the case, I plunged the finger into her asshole as far as I could, then played a symphony of hard-driving rock music on the walls of her rectum as I maneuvered the fingertip rapidly from side to side inside her. The effect was tremendous--she nearly jumped out of her skin, moaning loudly beneath her dildo gag, straining at her bonds and rattling the chains holding her in place.

"I can see you like things in your ass, don't you BethAnne?" I said as I began to piston my finger in and out of the tight opening. She answered with long, throaty moans.

"Well, let's see how you like this," I said, withdrawing my gleaming finger and picking up the long, thin, ice-filled cylinder from the table. Out of her line of sight, I held the cylinder between my thumb and forefinger as I spread her lower ass cheeks apart with the thumb and forefinger of my other hand. The view was perfect. Her well-lubricated, glistening asshole, round and puckered, looked as inviting to me as caviar. 

I moved the tip of the cold cylinder to the tiny nubbin and touched it, letting her get the first feeling that something unusual was happening down there. At first she did nothing, but when the first sensation of cold hit her, she gave off with a loud "MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" behind her gag and attempted to clinch her ass cheeks together. I withdrew the cylinder tip, letting the warm room air restore a little feeling to the anal entrance.

I had been told by other young women who had first felt the shock of numbing cold, either where I had just touched BethAnne or inside their sex, that the first real sensation was more of a burning feeling than the coldness one might expect. One young lady actually thought I was using some kind of sharpened instrument inside her, so cutting was the first realization of pain. Unfortunately, BethAnne was silenced by her gag, and needed to remain that way for the time being, because I knew that once I

inserted the cylinders all the way into her rectum and vagina, her ungagged screams would be rather unpleasant to hear.

Her breathing was now much more labored, as she became somewhat fearful of what I was doing between her legs. "It's only an ice cylinder, BethAnne," I said in a reassuring voice. "Cold as hell, but it won't hurt you." I moved the tip of the cylinder back to the target once more. Knowing the ice-- hardened cylinder would meet no resistance from the well-lubed opening, I pressed inward on the back of the tube just slightly and watched as it glided easily through the sphincter and lodged just a half an inch or so inside her.

This time I let the cylinder linger a bit longer, listening to her moans get louder, before withdrawing it once more. I looked at her face, contorted in pain. Her head shook from side to side, as if she were saying "NO! NO! NO!" 

'Twas a pity she couldn't mouth her feelings. None-the-matter, it was time to have some real fun. "Hope your ready for this one," I said, placing the cylinder tip once more at the entrance to her nether portal. "In we go....."

The long, thin tube slowly became devoured by her rectal orifice. It slid into her effortlessly, seeking its own path in the dark and once warm recesses of her ass. The cylinder was about six inches long--when I had finished sliding it into her, less than half an inch stuck obscenely out of her beleaguered opening.

Her moaning and squirming now doubled in intensity as she fought to eject the cold tube from inside her. I knew her efforts would be futile, but watched with much interest at her machinations. This time I let the tube remain inside for more than half a minute as she literally rocked the examining table with her tightly restrained body. I could almost sense her immediate, albeit temporary relief when I withdrew the cylinder from its cold sheath.

"Ice is a great awakener of the sensitive tissues inside you," I remarked, placing the anal cylinder down and picking up the second more thick, more cock-like ice tube. 

"Let's see what this one does." I looked down her widely gaping pussy. Her vaginal entrance, pink and moist, seemed just as inviting as her still clenching asshole. I decided on no preliminaries--a quick jolt of chilling coldness inside her warm twat would serve notice that I meant business. I didn't have to spread her open any further than she was. Her already lubricated receptacle accepted insertion of the full length of ice cylinder in an instant.

Her deep, throaty moans told me how much her vagina detested the cylinder of ice inside her. She tried to buck like a wild bronco, but the waist strap held her tightly down. I let the tube freeze her tissues for less than a minute, by the end of which she was literally and figuratively beside herself. When I slowly withdrew it, her vaginal walls continued to to feel the searing pain for many moments later.




The Auction



The day was to start as any other with the sun awakening her to the day’s tasks. Pulling a soft down pillow from beneath her head, she attempts to shroud the gleaming yellow orb from further wrestling her dreams from her mind. Unfortunately, she fails miserably as she is already coming out of her slumber. With a gentle flop to the side, she takes note that He has already risen and is off somewhere going about the morning's duties. A heavy sigh fills her since she loves to be held upon waking. This was how her daily ritual usually began, but not on this morn. 

Slipping from the crisp cool sheets, her feet carry her stumbling to the enormous picture window. She peers out to see the coming of a new day. Glints of diamonds shine from the windows of the nearby houses...men and women out either leaving for their labors or retrieving the paper from wherever the nearsighted paperboy had tossed it. She smiles at her watching them without even being noticed. Then, she goes off to her silent meditations.

With a thud, her body hits the floor. Pulling her muscles to attention and clearing her mind, she begins her solemn routine. One leg tucks behind her and the other carefully stretches out the side, a deep breath of fresh air replenishes her lungs. Pacing herself, she doesn't observe her Master step into the room. She is now lost in herself, oblivious to the fact that He watches her move as graceful as a rose petal floating to earth on a gentle breeze. Each motion is planned thoroughly before it is executed. Once finished, she throws her body into a full stretch. Placing her hands beside her head and spacing her feet apart just so, her back heaves up quickly to a back bend. It is then, upside down, that she acknowledges Him standing behind her. 

Feeling the heat of a thousand flames rush to her face, she smiles feeling quite dumbfounded until His hand reaches to softly tickle her exposed stomach. With a shrill giggle, her body lands square on it's back. She lies there staring up at Him with all the love that wells daily upon first sight of His handsome features. She looks on Him each day as if it were the first time she had beheld His exquisite form. Without hesitation, she flows up and then sinks to her knees. Her surrender, the highest form of her love for Him, she presents without flaw or falter. Each hand is turned upright on each soft naked thigh. Her robe flows out in a circle around her tiny frame as she rises up on her knees, firm ass cheeks resting comfortably on her heels. Each leg spreads to the desired parting, about shoulder length apart ~ just enough to give a subtle hint of what lies between. Her chest thrusts out in a serene sigh as her head nods down, the last of her motions. Then, she waits. 

His actions are quick this morn as He only strides around her once before lifting her to His strong embrace. Capping it off with a kiss as sweet as the morning dew, He smiles and goes off to shower. As she watches Him walk away, she finally smiles content and safe, complete in herself as a woman and as His. She nearly skips into the kitchen to start breakfast. 

It is then she hears Him holler from the bath, "Nothing to eat for Me, I must be off soon ... just tea and perhaps some fresh orange juice." 

He then turns on the water and is quiet. That suits her fine, as she isn't particularly hungry either. The tea is set to brew as her hands tear into each orange, ripping peel upon peel from its ripe sweet fruit. Occasionally, she hums softly as she works and that was the case this day. Pressing each juicy slice into a pitcher, she watches the fluid flow out drip by drip. It is like a near torture to wait for each to give it's precious juice to her. Suddenly, she comes to the realization that she is getting slightly aroused watching this come to pass. It is as the things He has done to her time after time ~ taking her to the edge of senseless passion and bringing her back with His perfect timing. With a shake of her head and a bright blush, she giggles at orange juice turning her on and goes back to her task.

As quietly as He had left, her Master steps back into the kitchen and seats Himself in His intricately carved chair. 

She takes the one to His right as she eventually gets around to saying, "Good morning Love, I hope You slept well." 

He nods as He rustles the paper and smiles warmly piercing into her very heart. She sips her herbal brew as she stares intently at Him. Never realizing she was watching, He glances at the clock above the stove and stands suddenly. 

"I must be off. I have much to attend to today and the hour is late already. I do ask one thing of you ... be ready to go out when I return. I've got plans for us this evening."

All she can do is nod before He kisses her with the urge of love and lust combined, and He is gone. It is after she is sure He is completely gone that she starts her chores for the day. 

A book poised on her thigh, she reads the words, but is too preoccupied with the wonderment of His plans to truly comprehend their message. A click of the doorknob tells her that He had returned. A glum look graces His face until He sees her stand and drop the book to the cushion of the couch. Then, a wide grin crosses His fine chiseled features. 

She stands before Him, noting His approval at her hair dancing down her bare shoulders, her careful choice of the slightest hint of make-up, and her slinky black dress. It is His favorite after all, the one He had brought for her after a horribly long business trip to the city. She rushes to His side and fills her arms with Him in a crushing embrace. He knows this to be her way of trying to get Him to reveal His intentions for tonight. He chuckles and shakes His head. 

"No precious, I shan't be telling you of My plans." 

With a playful pout, she withdraws a bit before He pulls her into His strong arms once more. He then retreats to the bedroom to change.

She is breathless when she eyes Him again, standing it the doorway looking altogether dapper and refined in His black suit. That suit is the one He had been wearing when He took her as His sub. She blushes every shade of red remembering that wonderful day ~ the day she became whole. She takes her purse under one arm, and links her other with His as they leave for the night to begin.

As they walk down the winding corridor, she occasionally could catch His scent filling her senses. This causes her to smile His special smile. He seems to note her enjoyment, but doesn't question it. While going to the car, they chat of the day’s events and of things yet to play out in life. She is still filled with a complete curiosity like a cat that knows the mouse is hiding just around the corner, but she keeps still and quiet. The landscape unfolds as they drive through town. People so busy and wrapped up in the quilt of their own lives ~ joys and sorrows ~ they move deftly along the scene. Common sense tells her that they are moving toward the downtown area, but to where? 

The car veers onto a dimly lit street and comes to park. The building in front of her towers forth as a guardian of those surrounding it. Its dark brick gives proof of its age. Its weather-beaten charm brings her to wonder why it brings a serene calm to her mind. She glances once at Him and smiles as if to question what this place held. He just chuckles, so she puts the query to words. 

"Master, where are we?" 

Again, a simply devastating smile graces His kind face as He opens the car door and slips out. He strolls to her side, opening her door with an outstretched hand waiting. She quickly takes it and is pulled from the warmth of the vehicle. Her velvet cloak wraps tighter around her exposed shoulders, shielding her from the crisp whipping wind. He then locks up, and begins to lead her to the great oak door standing tall against the wears of time. A key is produced from His breast pocket, which fits the brass fitting above the handle. She is a bit taken back by Him able to gain access to this place; the place she had never known existed ... but soon would. 

As the door opens, a surprise awaits her on the other side. The interior is fresh and clean. Lighting of an intricate chandelier above gives way to all of the sights. Plush carpeting pads her every step, furniture from past centuries graces every wall, dark colors surround her, but yet fill her with such warmth. He again takes her by the arm and urges her to move with Him. She follows Him as her eyes scan the room, taking in as much as she can possibly burn onto her memory. She is guided through a smaller doorway into a tiny room resembling a cloakroom. As her eyes adjust to the darkness, she can see it is a bit larger than that, but does indeed hold coats and cloaks. He peers down at her, His eyes the only thing she can truly focus on at that time. 

"Remove your garments little one." 

It is all He says before He retreats to another room adjacent to hers. 

She is a bit nervous, but complies willingly. First taking her crisp cloak and setting it aside, and then tugging gently at the tiny straps holds her dress to her shoulders. Each slip down her smooth skin, down lower on her arms and eventually off. The fabric falls swiftly to her feet. One foot steps out as the other follows its lead. Her hands quickly go to the soft warm spot between her ample breasts to slide down her belly, catching momentarily on the garter wrapped tightly there. They continue their downward trek to the top of her milky white thigh. Releasing each sheer stocking from their bond, each is rolled down her slim legs to join the dress on a chair. The garter is next and comes off with ease. 

Only then does she stand in naked glory in a place she has never been. Moments later, her Master returns dressed in a shirt in the most gorgeous deep red shade and crisp black pants. His feet are bare, but His steps still command attention. His hands hold a garment for her ~ a delicate corset in the matching color of His robe. She slides into it and moves to the near wall, awaiting Him to pull it tight and lace her into it. He does, gently firm in His tugging. 

Finally, the picture is complete. Her exposed sex is left bare, but it pulses with an arousal of where this is leading. He grins His approval as his hands flow up her silken skin. They rest below her neck, and then adjust her collar to meet His standard. His long fingers slip inside to make sure it isn't too tight, or too loose. Happy with the result, He backs up a few steps to take her in, as one would inspect a fine piece of art. He then takes her hand to His. 

"Do not be afraid love. Know I won’t let anything harm you here, but be aware of everything. Be naturally observant, as I know you are, be proud and dignified as you walk in My shadow, show how you feel being Mine. Keep your poise and grace through anything that happens...in short, be yourself." 

She can only nod since her voice has seemed to fail her now. 

Another doorway gives way to a dank and dismal staircase of cold stone. Each footstep rings out as an echo on the icy walls of matching mortar. She feel as though she is moving through a fortress of some sort, but she keeps silent, following His lead down the tunnel of candlelit passages. At the bottom, another door stands grandly welcoming one to enter. It is upon the opening of this barrier that she begins to hear strange sounds. Voices, music, cries of pleasure, cries of pain. 

Her grip tightens on His strong hand, and He turns and grins like a sly fox. The volume increases as they withdraw down the corridor. A long hallway leads to the largest door she has ever seen. Her eyes cannot take its complicated pattern in all at once. The deep pools of her soul scan over it once, twice, three times before she sees the adornment carved by master craftsmen. It's hinges are polished to the highest shine brass can achieve, and it's handle juts out as if it beckons to be opened. A large man who reminds her of an ancient guard stands watch. His dress is dark green with plates of shiny metal here and there, causing one to think of a knight's armor, but not quite the same. His outfit is for show only, to show his station. 

Her breath is caught in her throat, unable to take one more into her lungs. Her Master turns once more, pulling something from His pocket and holding it aside as He bends to kiss Her lips. All of her fear vanishes; all of her curiosity is put on hold as His soft flesh presses to hers. She releases that breath to Him in a whisper of giving. His lips search hers in a longing to take her now. He disengages and then pushes the thing His hand held to her throat. It is a short chain of fine gold. The links aren't very heavy, but strong enough. A loop of red leather is on His end, and a tiny clasp clips itself around a ring on her collar. 

He tugs her forward, and her balance is thrown if only for a split second. She is still reeling from His urgent fevered kiss. The guard moves to her Master, They whisper for a moment before the man nods and steps aside. His hand grasps the handle and instantly flings it open. 

What she beholds on the other side takes her breath away. Never has she dreamed of the sights she now beholds in her frame of vision. Men, women, Doms, Dommes, subs, and slaves all are engaged in various acts of entertainment and pleasure. It is a sea of leather, silk, satin and lace. Some wear masks, some are naked, some are dressed for fear with spikes and hoods, some for respect with a simple robe or gown. They begin the decent of the steps lying in front of them. Some eyes turn to watch, to stare, to grope her with their nasty thoughts lying just beneath the surface, to take her in as a new person coming to their fold of Dominance and submission. All look upon her Master with respect and reverence. This causes her to beam to herself though only a soft smile presents on her face. 

Her emotions never show themselves outwardly until she is told to relax. He leads her through a throng of people, a few touching her arm, others just glancing over and returning to their tasks. She watches Him now only. Taking in His enjoyment of these festivities. He moves her to a grand stage where wait cages of slaves and subs. Some are dressed in their finest and some wear rags. All, however, are clean and polished. Her Master takes her to a dark haired woman who could fit the bill of an Amazon. 

He passes her lead to the woman and He strides off. The woman drags her to a table where she's able to sit. She attaches her leash handle to a small brass loop on the top of the table. She guesses that's what it was normally for, but has ideas of it being used for other endeavors as well. The Amazon stands behind her for a moment, pulling Vixen's hair from over her shoulders and making it fall down her spine. The woman then leaves without a word. She sits there alone, now able to look over the rest of the room and find what it is others are doing. 

In one corner, three men and a woman on a bed of soft pillows are ravaging a slave. The sub seems to be a bit disconnected, but the ones who take her repeatedly don’t note this. All that really may be seen are a jumble of arms, legs, hair and private parts in a serpent like motion, coiling and uncoiling over and over. She watches this a bit, then moves on. A bit over from that are a circle of Masters and Mistresses debating over how punishment should be inflicted upon a sub that does not complete their tasks. This doesn't peak her interest either. 

Across the room, a curtain hides the shrill sounds of a male sub apparently being tortured for enjoyment. She knows that by the crack of a bullwhip followed by a cry of his pain. This throws a shudder throughout her tender body. She closes her eyes and tries to imagine the expression on the sub's face, but can't. She does like the sound of his pain versus the pleasure sounds that follow. All of this couple to make a sub's arousal grow. 

On the other side of the room, a submissive is chained to a wall with her backside to the crowd. Her Master gives instruction to the proper way to paddle for pleasure to some seemingly new Dom's and Domme's. His blows are calculated and careful. Yet, they still command power as the black paddle crashes down on His sub's firm rear. He then caresses the spot that was hit with the smooth tool of pain. Her cries are turned to sighs and moans as the others just nod and take mental notes. A grin is on her face as she watches this a bit more. 

Some subs are clamored in a little hall giggling and talking. From time to time, they peer over at her, but that's as far as it goes. That is, until a tiny female sub crosses the conglomeration to ask to sit with her. After a few glances around, she nods and moves a chair out for her. 

She softly giggles as she says, "My name is Amber. What's yours?" 

The tiny woman seems a bit disheveled from the night’s labors. Her hair and eyes each match her name with an eerie compliment. Her body is covered with a shroud of gold material almost as if a toga or a bath towel. She is quite attractive, but perhaps a bit disconnected. 

As she glances around and only half hears her, she replies, "My name is Vixen. I'm new here." 

Amber once more throats a giggle as she nods. 

"We know, this place is fairly new, but we all know we would have remembered you dear." 

With a nervous smile, all she can do is nod as her eyes skim over the crowd. She doesn’t want to seem at all obvious that she is searching for her Master, but the indication from Amber's face says she knows and understands. At that, she stands and takes her hand. 

As her gentle fingers trace over and over, she bends down and whispers, "If you find you need help or just someone to talk to, I’m here. I'll be floating around tending to the guests as my Master sees fit for me to take care of such things." 

With that said, she releases her hand, winks and is off through the pack of people. Amber is gone and now, she is alone again. 

It seems an eternity that she sits there, her leash attached to a notch in the table, her hands folded with grace and form on her lap. Her eyes again sweep through the room, and she notes that she has never seen so many people from this lifestyle joined under one roof before. She again looks to the grand stage. It is there that she spies her Master padding around one of the cages with another man, apparently another Dom. As they peer at the poor slave in the cage, she cowers to one side. She thinks it appears as if she may have been abused or some such kind of thing. Noting her Master shaking His head to the man, she tries to follow Him with her lonely eyes. A longing runs through her body for Him. Then, once more...He is gone from view. 

Suddenly, He appears beside her as if He's always been right there. She jumps with a startled smile. With His hand on her shoulder, He sits at the chair directly beside her. It is obviously a Dom's chair as it's much larger and much more elegant. His fingers hook around her leash as He pulls her from her chair to Him. Without hesitation, she falls at His feet. She moves to her knees, and assumes a reverent position. For some time, He talks with others in passing, ordering wine for both of them, chatting lightly with people He knows, greeting some He doesn't. She remains at His feet, down on the flat of her calves...resting in His presence. 

He pulls her then upright and pats His lap. She follows the wordless command as she glides closer, slipping her body down gently to Him. His fingers dance along her flesh causing prickles to rise throughout her body. How His touch can set her to fire in an instant! As people join them at the table, he continues His caresses of her open skin. She smiles at all of the right moments, and nods without words, as she's not the one being addressed. It is then that she feels His fingers begin to trace down lower and lower to her nether region. Without fail, her legs slip a bit apart to allow Him to gain access to that which is His. 




The Auction



His robe is half covering her mound of flesh, so His fingers slide around it over and over, telling her of His want and need. Still, He debates through all of this with the other Dom's and Domme's at the table. Her face gives to inclination of His playing. She would not betray that to anyone unless He had said that is permitted. Her body slowly bears down onto His rising member to feel it press against the softness of her ass. Fingers now probing deeper into her depth, a telltale sigh resonates from her lips though it sounds just as she is happy to be with her Master to all who may hear. As two fingers plunge with a forceful motion, His thumb grazes her tiny hard button. At that, He can feel her tense and release with no giveaway sound. 

He smiles at her and fucks His hand harder below the table's edge. Her full arousal is evident to Him, but to no one else since His movements aren't exaggerated. To them, it is as though He is rubbing along her thigh. Over and over, His fingers explore her dark wet chasm...spreading it wide, then letting it close around His long extensions. As quickly as it began, it is done. He pulls His fingers from her heat and dips them in His wine as though He's stirring it for a taste. The juices He has collected mix and mingle with the wine until He's satisfied with the result. The glass is raised to His lips. A pause for a quick inhale of the intoxicating aroma, and then He drinks. He swirls the dark fluid around His mouth. This further arouses her to a full passion. 

Then, the crystal goblet is brought to her lips. With a nod, He commands her to sip. As she does, she can smell the sweet scent of her love and lust combining with the deep wine. Her lips part as He tips the glass up. The fluid rushes into her mouth with a burst of flavor. She too swirls it before swallowing the erotic mixture. A warm smile is lighting her features. He then lifts her with one arm and places her gently down on her chair. 

He bends to speak softly to only her, "I shall return my sweet. If it is not I, someone will be along to bring you to Me soon. My love surrounds you always, remember that." 

With a nod in agreement from her, He leaves along with the company that was with Him. She is again alone but feeling a bit better about things with His parting words still ringing in her ears.

Some time passes before she begins to worry that she will sit forever alone at this table. Her leash now hooked once more to the notch, she cannot leave. She would not as she was told to stay in place. Again, she takes in the sights and sounds of the large room. A small male slave fills her glass with wine without much notice to her at all. As he turns to leave, she sees huge red welts flung haphazardly across his back. She shudders and stares down at her goblet. Her fingers curl around the delicate stem, and she raises it up in a silent toast to him and his pain. A feeling creeps up her spine as she whirls around to see two large men standing behind her. 

All of a sudden, dread enters her soul. She just has a feeling something not to her liking is about to happen. The taller of the two, hair shrouded in a deep burgundy hood, face still as stone, goes to unhook the chain. Panic invades her then, as she knows she is being taken away. However, it is not in the direction her Master had gone. She thinks to struggle against their lead, but that would look bad of her Master and He did say someone might be along to retrieve me soon. She glances up and around to attempt once more to find Him, but fails as she is taken to a dark tunnel behind the staging area. 

Her corset is ripped from her body in one slice of a smooth dagger. The man that wields it is a hulking man with a nasty sneer curling his lips. His face also wears an expression she recognizes as the urge of arousal. Her breasts spill forth to his view. His hands catch each with his coarseness, his breathing heavy on her face. The other man is busy chaining her leash to the loop on the single chair she was pushed down into quickly. The man with the dagger draws it and holds it to her throat as she gasps. Her eyes slam shut to his advancing. He drools as he speaks, his spit falling from his lips onto her legs as he is bent over her huddled form. 

"I should just leave you here and take you for myself later." 

His laugh filled the room with its booming thunder. His hands obscenely fumble down her skin to the soft folds of her sex. She feels tears welling in her eyes from sheer fear as the second man pulls a soft silk blindfold over them. Her world is then set in darkness and uncertainty. 

The other man harshly scolds him, "Now you know her Master would have your head for such an action were he to find out. C'mon, we've got other things to tend to now." 

The fingers play a moment longer before they are just gone. 

The man who scolded turns to her before leaving and calmly speaks to her, "Someone will be with you shortly. Try not to be frightened." 

She only nods and utters out a thank you under her held breath. The last sound she hears is the click of the lock behind him. 

Her tears stain the cloth over her eyes. She is afraid; she is alone, she is afraid to think what comes next. As she sits, her mind drifts. Her mind is moving at incredible speeds, shifting to and fro. Then, a sound ... a key in the door. Footsteps move closer to her and she hears the soft breathing of a female companion. She is linked beside her in another chair, but they sit far enough apart as not to feel who is near. The door shuts once more and they are alone. 

Neither of them speaks, afraid to find out any information that may scare them more. Then, unable to stand the pressure anymore, vixen whispers, "Hi, I am known as Vixen. May I ask who you are?" 

The other girl nearly squeals in delight. "It's me, Amber." 

They manage a nervous laugh and vixen again speaks, "Do you know why we're here? I'm scared to death though I was told not to be. I have no idea if my Master knows I'm gone. I have no idea why I'm being held here. I thought perhaps I was being punished for something I had done." 

Amber sighs, "No Vixen, it can't be that you're being punished. They delight in doing that out in the open, whether your Master does that normally or not. This is something different though what that is, I'm not sure." 

She sighs as well at that thought, the yet uncertain. Again, a noise. The door opens. 

They fall silent as hands grope along their arms, pulling them upright. Each stands and is led back down the hall. Someone primps at their hair as the blindfolds are removed. Amber smiles warmly, trying to hide her fear. As she looks around, scarlet to attempts to feign dignity, controlling her trepidation, her severe alarm. They stand behind a large platform for what seems to be an eternity. The two men she recognizes as the ones who drug her here are now standing before her, shiny metal cuffs in one's hands, nipple clamps in the others. Relief washes over her briefly as the one who seemed nice is the one holding the clamps. 

He smiles and moves forward. He bends to whisper gently in her ear, "I'll make this as easy as I can for you and your friend. I promise. However, do not speak, do not move or step out of line, only speak now of your acceptance to this." 

She manages a smile and whispers barely audible, "Thank you for your kindness through this. I'm new here and a bit lost. I don't know whether or not to trust you, but it would seem I haven't much choice. However, you've been very good thus far, so I shall put myself to you. I will not speak again or step out of line. I do know my place as a submissive, I know what to do and what it is not to do." 

With that said, they share a moment of compliant understanding. 

He moves even closer, the clamps open and draw to her tiny hard pink buds. As they close simultaneously, her body rivets to attention. The chain between them dangles low, softly beating onto her stomach as she moves. The other man links the manacles around her wrists, also having a chain joining them together. Cold steel presses against her causing her to tremble. The man again moves close like he did in the tiny room. 

His sweaty face fills her range of vision as he hisses, "I should have taken you when I had the chance." 

He shrugs mumbling something about being too late now as he walks behind a large curtain. She turns to check on Amber and sees she is near hyperventilating. Vixen's hands reach out to comfort her newfound friend in this adversity. Her shaking and panting at once stop. They turn forward as someone approaches. 

She sees it's the man who wanted her. He brutally grabs the chain at her wrist as well as the one on Amber's and lurches them forward toward the curtain. On the other side, they both open their eyes to what they see ~ a podium with a slaver holding a large oak gavel, a long walkway toward where he waits, and before them, the crowd that has gathered there...everyone from the place they were previously. 

The slavers words ring out through the microphone. 

"Here we have two well endowed, well behaved submissives. Trained each in the fine art of serving and pleasure, they are fine specimens indeed." 

Vixen's eyes widen as she realizes she's being auctioned off to another Dom. Her prayers begin to prance through her mind, pleading with the Almighty that this not be so. Amber seems to be doing the same as her lips scarcely move with utterances.

The slaver starts again, "Shall we see them perform then for our pleasure?" 

The crowd clamors its agreement. The bright stage lights blur Vixen’s vision, so she cannot see if her Master is there. A massive man, the slaver, ambles over to them and smiles a dirty smile. 

"You shall now allow all to see how you take what I give as well as what you can give each other." 

The two men she has seen all too many times as of the last hour come at her and move her to a wall. Her wrists are freed only to be shackled again, spread wide, to chains on the wall. Her legs are swept open and chained in the same manner. One man brushes the hair from her back as the slaver moves to her holding a long thin crop. Its leather is new and she can smell the freshness while it moves past her neck. He smiles to the crowd and then lashes down across the smoothness of her creamy white bottom. Instantly, a red welt appears. She utters no sound, but her body tenses instinctively. 

Displeased by not hearing a cry, he thrashes down again on her backside, this time catching it lower. Again, there's nothing from her for him to hear. Visibly angry, his hand raises, pauses, and then rides the crop down across the back of her tender thighs. The only thing that stops him is a gasp from her lips. He looks to the audience, quite ashamed for some reason, as he smoothes the crop down the welts. The slick leather burns into the bruised flesh. Fire blazing bright as the noonday sun shoots up through every inch of her form. He presses his body lewdly against her ass. She can feel the presence of his arousal pushing against the spots that have felt his fury. As he grinds, she stands as still as the air on a hot day. Her body is now rigid, ready for anything he can dish out. 

He backs up and begins to move to Amber, but spins on his heels and lashes out at her ass once more for good measure. A tiny cry only heard by him is let loose. This brings a smile to his face as he takes Amber and moves her over to Vixen. She is positioned directly below Vixen's legs, pushed down to her knees. She looks back and forth between Vixen and the slaver, looking for some sort of direction. 

He screams, "Go on you slut! Taste the whore's juices! Play in them, let them flow from her to you now!" 

Amber looks a bit confused, but her mouth moves upward. She rises up, standing on her knees and with one intense rush, her tongue begins to lap at Vixen's sweetness. She is aghast and aroused at the same time. She cannot see anything but the stone wall she's forced to stare toward. That and looking down ~ Amber. 

Amber expertly dances her warm tongue across the outer skin of Vixen's wetness. It moves her lips apart to find the sweet tiny fruit for which she searches. When her tongue crosses that tiny hard place, Vixen groans out her pleasure finally. As this goes on, they revel in this sacred moment. They are moved to switch places after some time has passed. Vixen is then put to her knees in front of Amber's sweet slit. 

Without much prior knowledge, her mouth moves up Amber's thigh. Suddenly, her tongue is at her juicy entrance. It probes and plays there, tasting the luscious fluid that clings to her skin. How different a man and woman can be in just how their pleasure rests on one's palate, she thinks as she moves to Amber's rock hard clit. As her tongue circles it slow, she paces her actions, carefully calculating the best way to take her higher. As it moves everywhere but where Amber wants it to be, it suddenly cracks down on her little button. She reacts with a jump and a shrill moan radiates from within her. Her fluid begins to pour out, coating Vixen's face with its heavenly stickiness. 

No longer even aware they're being watched, they continue their pace. That is, until the slaver stops the enjoyment to pull Amber away. She is locked in a cage across the room. The bright lights show her mouth slick with Vixen's dew. He moves back to scarlet and unchains her, bringing her to the edge of the stage. She wipes her mouth clean with the back of her hand as she stares blankly outward. 

His hand on the microphone, he booms, "Now we’ll start the bidding at $100." 

He goes into his motions as auctioneer, but she hears nothing. Dismay of having somehow displeased her Master to bring her to this causes the tears to well once again. She then hears a familiar voice ring out over the hushed screams of the room. 

"She is Mine and I’ll be taking her home with Me. She was not meant to be auctioned. The dolt who took what is Mine and placed her up for sale shall be severely punished by Me. Neither she nor the other she entered with were meant for auction, they were meant for viewing pleasure in a different setting." 

He laughs. "They have already given us that, but it wasn't meant to go to this. I am sorry for the confusion."

The crowd offers a hushed roar of anger at this mistake. Not to her Master, but to the one who screwed the scene up so horribly.

Her heart nearly explodes with joyous glee. He reaches up and takes her hand in His, guiding her along the edge of the stage to the stairs that will lead her to His arms. She is safe once more. A glass is held to her lips full of warm wine. She sips it, the taste and aroma of Amber disappearing quickly. It is then that He takes her up into His embrace and places a flurry of kisses along her face. Returning each one with a set of her own, she finally is able to smile. Her collar is returned with leash intact. It is placed lovingly back where it belongs. He then leads her to a side room, quiet with only a large chair and one small window. He sits down, beckoning her to join Him where she resides, with Him. She slips to His lap, encircling her body around His warm person. 

He speaks softly, "I am so sorry. You were meant to be taken to another room entirely. The clod that caused you discomfort is to be whipped by Me personally before we leave. He is also the one I'm told that threatened you. His friend told me of that, and he is to be let off as it wasn't his fault. He's also new here and didn't know to speak up. Your, um, "friend" has also been returned to her Master. It was He who I was waiting with for your show. He seems nice enough, but is new to this life and unsure how to move on the mistake that was made. That is why it is to be Me who punishes and not Him." 

As He finishes speaking, His arms wind around her small frame and rock gentle comfort back to what is His. His hands caress the stinging wounds the slaver had inflicted instantly making them feel at ease. 

It is only then that she replies, "Master, it was quite discerning to think that You wanted to be rid of me, but now I know that isn't the case. I think I always knew, but with the situation..." 

She sighs deeply and goes on, "What's done is done, I did what I was to do. I know this isn't anyone's fault except for the one who misjudged so greatly. There's nothing to apologize for Love. I just was put through a bit more than had been planned I suppose. I lived through it and feel as if a burden has been taken from my shoulders now." 

She finally manages a giggle as she rests her head on His chest. His heartbeat resounds in her ears, just as it should. Her fingers trace the length of His chest and down each arm. 

She perks up with a quick jump startling Him. 

"May I be there when You punish the fool that brought me to this? Please Master, it would bring me so much pleasure to watch him suffer as he made me." 

His laughter fills the small room as He nods. 

"Yes, My dearest, you may watch. I think that may be worse punishment for him and quite fulfilling for you." 

Again He laughs as she joins Him with her own giggling. His hand draws her face to His as He kisses her pale lips with the rush of a thousand raging rivers. She returns the kiss with the longing she's felt for so long through this draining ordeal. He stands and motions for her to follow. His hand links through the leash as they depart from the room. They walk proud and noble, her silent in His shadow with her movements speaking volumes of her comfort of their love once more reunited. She is safe, and she is His. As it should be, it remains.



The Auction



She paced the length of the living room restlessly...the sharp points of her high heels clicking against the wood floor. Her eyes flicked to the clock, realizing that it was almost time. He had said the car would arrive for her at eight and it was nearly that now. He had promised her an evening she would never forget. She took a deep breath and checked her appearance one final time in the mirror.

She viewed herself through his critical eyes seeking any flaw that might displease him. Her long chestnut curls were piled artlessly on top her head, a few loose tendrils escaping to caress her neck. Her makeup was subtle and flawless, accentuating the brilliant emerald of her eyes and the soft, full crimson lips that he told her were created to be wrapped around his cock. Her cheeks held no makeup, a high flush filling them naturally. Her gaze dropped lower, taking in the elegant silver collar locked around her neck. She thought of the matching chain currently residing in her evening bag. 

She then turned her perusal to her clothing. Master had specified that she dress formally, elegantly, and sluttish, not an easy combination to put together. She had chosen a leather corset cinched tightly around her body, the skintight material pushing her breasts together and up, her pierced rosy nipples barely contained by the top of the garment. Her skirt was as black as the corset, falling down to her ankles in soft waves. It was made of a sheer shimmery mesh. There were slits in both sides up to her hips. When she was still, the skirt hung in soft folds, revealing no hint of the flesh beneath, but as she moved, the material parted, displaying long expanses of creamy flesh. Underneath the skirt was a tiny leather thong that hugged her mound and nestled between her cheeks. A pair of six-inch heels strapped to her ankles completed the entire outfit.

Finding no obvious flaws with her appearance, she turned from the mirror, grinning to herself in spite of her nervousness. If Master was in a certain mood, it would not matter how flawless her appearance seemed, he would find something. She heard a discreet rap on the door and grabbed a gossamer thin wrap to throw over her shoulders. She opened the door to discover a uniformed driver waiting. Her eyes flicked past him and widened when she saw the limo parked at the curb. Master was certainly pulling out all the stops for this evening. She smiled shyly at the driver and followed him to the car, slipping inside as he held the door for her.

Her eyes brightened and a smile crossed her lips as she entered the car. Master was sitting inside. She could not help but notice that while she was dressed to the nines, he was dressed more simply. His clothes were stylish, the soft black leather pants clinging to him, his shirt white, of the finest silk. Black boots completed his ensemble. He smiled as she entered the car, holding out a glass of champagne to her as she settled onto the seat. She took the glass from him, her eyes drinking him in. As always, the mere sight of him caused her heart to swell and moisture to gather between her thighs. 

She sipped the bubbly liquid as the car moved through the traffic. She caught herself daydreaming out the window when she heard Master clear his throat to speak. She instantly turned her eyes to him as he began to speak. "My love, I promised you an evening to remember and I am quite sure you will never forget. But, first things first." He pulled a red silk scarf from his pocket and fastened it around her eyes, plunging her into darkness. She breathed in heavily, always needing a moment to adjust to a world without light. Blindfolds were one of her challenges, a fact that Master knew quite well. When he sensed that she had calmed, he resumed speaking.

"Drink your champagne, my dear. It is the last alcoholic drink you will consume this evening. I don't want your senses dulled at all. I can't tell you anything about where we are going, at least not yet. But I will tell you that once we are there, you must not take off the blindfold, you must not speak to anyone; this is very important. If you speak, you will be gagged and I will be very disappointed. Do not shame me by speaking or attempting to speak or you will pay the consequences. Once I have finished speaking, you will have an opportunity to ask any questions you may have. I may or may not answer them, most likely not. After that, you will not speak again until you have been given direct permission from me and me alone. The final instruction I have for you is that you are to be perfectly obedient. You will do as you are told with no hesitation. You will be given orders from myself and possibly others. Now, that is everything I have to tell you. Do you have any questions for me?"

A million questions raced through her mind, but she knew they were questions that he would not answer. She hesitantly lifted the glass to her lips, taking a deep swallow. Her voice was low and soft as she replied, "Only one question Master. Will I be allowed a safeword?"

He chuckled low, "No my sweet. You will have no safeword. I know this frightens you a bit but you must trust me when I tell you that nothing will happen to you that you cannot handle."

She nodded slowly, taking in his words. She turned her face in the direction of his voice, the blindfold hiding the trepidation in her heart. "Master, I will not disappoint you. I will make you proud of me no matter what. I trust you with everything I am."

She could not see the smile that crossed his face, nor the wicked light dancing in his eyes. He knew she had no inkling of what was in store for her, but he also knew that he would allow no real harm to come to her. His heart swelled with love as he watched her sipping her drink, her hand now moving with confidence and assurance as she became accustomed to navigating the glass to her lips without benefit of her eyes. For a moment he felt a sense of awe as the magnitude of her trust in him filled him. God how he adored this woman. He would die before he allowed anything or anyone to hurt her.

The car pulled up to warehouse in the industrial section of town. There were several other luxury vehicles parked there, as well as some more rundown cars. His lips curled in distaste as he took in the sight of them. While he and his were certainly far from wealthy, he would never resort to what some of the other Masters did. There were those who bartered in the flesh of their slaves to make ends meet, usually not caring who paid, as long as they pocketed the money. He had no tolerance for those that used the gift their submissives had given them to their own financial ends. It was one thing if the Master had the best interest of his girl at heart, but it seemed to him that many of these girls were being loaned out without the faintest thought for what might happen to them. He recalled two Masters, if one could call them that, being banned from this establishment only last month.

It had happened after a girl was sold for a twenty-four hour period to a known sadist. The girl had no idea what was going on and had been returned to the owner in need of a doctor's care. Both buyer and seller had been banned after that. The club had no desire to involve any kind of authorities in their activities and stressed that all arrangements must be consensual. After that incident, all the slaves and submissives were required to give their consent to what was happening. It had involved quite a bit of finagling to accomplish his purpose this evening without her knowledge. He thought of the contract he had signed only that afternoon with the management of the club to finalize the deal.

The driver opened his door and he stepped out, reaching back in to guide her from the car. She moved unsurely, the toes of her sandals feeling out the ground beneath her. She stood tall and proud at his side and he reveled in the admiring glances he was receiving. He led her inside and was welcomed by the doorman, then escorted to the back by a scantily clad hostess in cuffs and chains and little else. When he reached the area backstage, he looked around at the rest of the people gathered there. It was quite a mixture of humanity. Masters, Mistresses, subs, slaves, all genders and orientations were represented here. 

He was approached by one of the handlers. He could feel her standing stiffly next to him, though no one else would be able to sense the tension in her. It was only his intimate knowledge of her that allowed him to see through her calm façade. The handler ignored the girl at his side and spoke only to him. "Sir. I need to take her now. Do you have a lead for her or shall the club provide one?"

He reached into her handbag and pulled out the delicate silver leash. The handler looked at the slim links dubiously. "Sir, if I may suggest something a bit stronger? Sometimes the girls have a tendency to struggle a bit and that doesn't look like it would hold up to much."

He smiled and she heard the steel in his tone. "Trust me. She will not struggle." She resolved that no matter what happened from here on out, she would do nothing to cause her Master any embarrassment or ridicule. She would be perfect. She felt his fingers clipping the leash to her collar and then his lips brushing briefly over hers. His lips moved to her ear and he whispered softly, "I will see you in a bit my pet. Remember everything I have told you and taught you. I know you will make me proud. I have utter faith in you."

She did not speak, only inclined her head in the barest of nods. He handed the leash over to her handler and went out front to the bar, intending to socialize with some of the others while he waited.

Backstage the handler snapped her leash and uttered terse commands to her. "To your knees slut." She lowered herself gracefully to her knees and waited silently. He lowered his face close to hers, his hands gripping her chin and turning her face side to side. His voice was low and harsh. "Not bad. Some might find you entertaining. Your name slut?"

Ever mindful of Master's admonitions from earlier, she kneeled silently. She never saw the flogger he carried raise, only felt it as it swished down over her shoulders. She winced but made no sound, confident in Master's assurances that nothing would happen to her that she could not handle. Again the man's voice echoed near her ear. "I asked you a question slut. What is your name? Or do you prefer I beat it out of you?" She trembled visibly, but never made a sound, not even when he rained blows over her shoulders and on her thighs. Eventually he stopped and whispered softly in her ear, his former harshness softened. "Well, perhaps you are as well trained as your Master has said. You have done well. Now, follow." He gave a tug on her leash and she struggled to crawl after him, the blindfold and long skirt hampering her progress.

Finally, he halted and affixed her leash to something, telling her to wait until someone came for her. She moved around a bit and found that she was attached to a ring in the wall. Her restlessness subsided and she kneeled unmoving and silent, her patience everlasting. She was startled when she felt hands on her hair, pulling out the pins and allowing her hair to cascade down her back. A brush yanked through the curls and her eyes teared up. No one spoke to her for awhile, then she felt someone kneeling next to her and a soft female voice spoke to her. "Now dear. Don't be nervous. I just need to prepare you for your debut." With that, she felt hands pushing her knees apart. She offered no resistance and spread them wide. 

She felt fingers tickling at the inside of her thighs, slowly circling closer to her pussy lips. She bit her lip to keep from squirming. In no time, the fingers were parting her lips and gently stroking over her rapidly swelling clit. She flushed, knowing that she must appear to be a wanton whore to become aroused so easily. The woman laughed softly. "Your Master told us you would be easy to prepare. Don't be embarrassed girl, from his tone I would say that is one of the qualities he prizes in you."

The whole time she was speaking the woman continued to taunt the girl's clit. She didn't stop until the girl was flushed and squirming, chewing on her lower lip to keep from moaning aloud. "There. All done. Now that wasn't so bad was it?" The girl smiled and shook her head slightly. The woman left without another world and she was once again left alone. She could hear muffled voice from somewhere, but she couldn't make out any of the words. Finally someone came and unhooked her leash. She followed the tugs on her lead. They stopped and the handler ruffled her curls. "It's time slut. Stand up and follow the lead."

She did as she was told and was lead through a doorway onto a stage. She could feel the hot lights on her skin, and was startled when someone near her began speaking into a microphone. "Ladies and Gentlemen. We now come to the highlight of the evening. A moment we have been waiting for for quite some time. If you direct your attention to the stage you will see that the final treat for this evening is none other than Master Jaded's beloved slave. Yes, that's right, the girl he has been bragging about for all these many months is finally to be auctioned off. The contract is for twenty-four hours, no marks lasting longer than 36 hours, and all safety negotiations are to go through Master Jaded. Now let's get this prize bitch properly displayed and demonstrate some of her talents."

All through this speech panic had been welling up inside her throat. She could not believe Master was doing this. He had always said that as long as she was his, no other would possess her and now he was going to sell her to the highest bidder. Tears gathered on her eyelashes under the blindfold. She blinked them away, not allowing them to spill over. She was determined that if Master had decided that this is what he wished for her, she would not fail him.

She felt cuffs being attached to her wrists, which were then hoisted above her head until her toes were barely scraping the floor. Her breath was coming in short shallow breaths as her mind raced. Had she done something wrong? Done something that displeased Master so much he didn't want her anymore? With effort she stilled her mind. Master was not the kind of man who would take this route if he wished to be rid of her, and he had promised that he would not allow any harm to come to her. 

Strong hands gripped her waist, pivoting her slowly. She danced on the toes of her shoes, not wanting to lose her balance and let her full weight rest on her arms. As she turned, the panels of her skirt slipped away revealing the full length of her legs. She heard murmurs of appreciation from the crowd in front of her. When she was once again facing the crowd, the same hands slipped the skirt from her waist leaving her in only her thong and corset. She blushed brightly knowing how much of her was revealed. Behind the blindfold, her world was reduced to one of sound and sensation.

The person with the microphone began to speak again, the noise echoing in her ears. "Please pay particular attention to the details of this girl. The creamy white skin, so perfect for marking; the tiny waist cinched into the corset, made for hands to be wrapped around; the way the corset forces her breasts together and up; the way they heave as she struggles to control her breathing." As he spoke, she felt herself flushing with heat, a fact the speaker capitalized on. "See how the blush of her cheeks spreads, filling her skin. Now, let's see a little more."

She felt the laces of her corset being loosened until it fell from her body, her ample breasts spilling out for everyone to gaze on. The gold rings piercing her nipples glinted in the light of the stage, the buds swelling and stiffening as she felt the eyes on her. Her lips parted and formed into a soft "o", but no sound emerged. Next, large fingers hooked into the sides of her thong and slid it over her thighs and down her legs. She felt a touch on her ankles indicating that she was to step out of it. A collective sigh emerged from the crowd as her nude body was fully revealed to them.

Next she felt cuffs being attached to her ankles. When they were snug, they were slowly lifted in front of her. She could not help the gasp that escaped her lips as she was lifted off the floor. Her wrists twisted in the cuffs when her ankles reached the point where her legs were straight in front of her and then were slowly pulled apart. A round of applause rose from the crowd as her most intimate area was put on display. Her lips were perfectly smooth, puffy and pink, moisture glistening on her skin. She arched her back and moaned. Being put on display always caused such a conflict within her, an intoxicating mixture of shame and lust. Lips hovered near her ear whispering softly to her. "Moan, whimper, cry out all you like, but if one recognizable word falls from those pretty lips, I will find the harshest gag we have and use it on you with pleasure." She recognized the voice of the man who had flogged her earlier and bit down hard on her tongue.

"OK Ladies and Gentlemen. I know this may be a hardship for you, but please, I need a volunteer from the crowd to come up here and assist with the rest of the demonstration." He paused for a moment and chuckled softly. "Hmmmm, perhaps two then. You and you." She heard movement in the crowd then the sound of footsteps on the stage. Off to the side she heard whispered instructions but could not make out any of the words. She stiffened as she sensed someone approaching her. Someone stood between her parted legs and she felt a soft hand rest on the inside of her thigh. It felt like a woman's hand. Her hunch was confirmed when the woman's nails scraped her tender skin. At the same time someone stepped behind her and cupped her breasts from behind. She whimpered softly as his fingers captured the rings in her nipples and began tugging and twisting on them. 

Meanwhile the woman between her legs had shifted her attention to the girl's rapidly moistening pussy. Her nails dragged along the slit, causing her to arch and moan. Her clit was pinched tightly as her nipples were being tormented. Tears filled her eyes and this time she could not prevent them from rolling out under the blindfold. Her body tensed and the man behind her spoke, "That's it dear. There is nothing you can do to stop this. Just give in. Let the sensation take you over. The more you fight it the harder we will make it on you."

The words rolled over her and she gave a slight nod of her head. There were suddenly more hands on her as the handler and announcer both joined in. She struggled as clamps were first added to her nipples, then another to her clit, joined by a chain running down her belly. Her flesh was stroked, pinched, bit, and licked until she could no longer tell the hands and mouths apart. She writhed and twisted in her bonds, eliciting appreciative sounds from the crowd. Suddenly she felt soft lips on her thighs and felt someone kneeling between her legs. The mouth moved over her lips, the tongue darting out to lap at the juices flowing from her. No more words were spoken. Her ankles were pulled higher until her ass was exposed. She felt a cool sensation, then grunted as a plug was pushed into her resisting rectum. Her moans and whimpers were almost continuous as she writhed, but not one clear word fell from her lips. 

The mouth moving between her thighs was drowning out all the other sensations. Her body rocked and bucked against those lips, that tongue. Her moans grew in intensity, her muscles going rigid as she felt herself nearing release. Suddenly the mouth was taken away and she groaned in frustration, her hips continuing to buck against empty air. In the momentary quiet, she heard the wicked swish of something slicing through the air before a line of fire was painted across the back of her thighs. She drew in a breath to cry out, but before a sound left her mouth, identical lines were being carved along the backs of her legs and ass. She could hardly draw in a breath as the pain engulfed her. A mouth attached to each of her nipples, sending jolts of electricity coursing from the swollen nubs straight to her pussy. All at once, everything stopped. She heard the announcer speak again into the silence of the room. She hung limply in her bonds, sweat dripping from her body, her hair hanging wetly around her face. Her body kept up its uncontrollable trembling and occasionally a soft moan slipped from her lips.




The Auction



Aaron sat in the cool room, his hands twisting together nervously. The room was dimly lit and a single candle was the only source of light. Aaron wondered as to what reason his Mistress had brought him to this place. He had arrived home from work earlier that evening to find her dressed and ready to go out.

"Shower and dress in the clothes that I have laid out on the bed." She told him. "Make sure that you look in the box first."

It was a special thing to receive a gift from his mistress, and Aaron raced to the bedroom. He found his clothes lying on the bed, along with a large black box. Aaron opened the box to find an outfit to be worn underneath his clothing. The ensemble consisted of a silver collar that was engraved with his Mistress and his names. The next piece looked like a pair of leather briefs. The briefs were strong but soft, with a black anal plug attached inside. The front of the briefs had a hole for his cock, with an adjustable silver ring to fit behind his balls. The waistband of the briefs was belted with a silver band that matched his new collar. At the bottom of the box was a card that read: 'a special set, to a slave who fills me with pride. - Mistress'

Aaron hurriedly showered and shaved, then began to dress. Aaron was delighted by the new under gear because it fit perfectly. He knew that his mistress must have designed the pieces herself, and had them custom made. The collar fit snugly, but not tight around his neck, and the briefs fit like a second skin. Even the plug was exactly the right size, being neither too large nor too small. The cockring was truly spectacular, as it fastened behind his balls, thrusting his member proudly forward.

Aaron finished dressing, and proudly waited for his Mistress by the front door. As usual, his Mistress did not tell him where they were going. She instructed him to drive to a part of town that he had not been before, and finally to stop in front of a large house.

A man around Aaron's age answered the door, and escorted them into the house. Once inside, his Mistress instructed Aaron to follow the man, and to do as he was told. Aaron was directed to a small room, and instructed to remove his outer garments and wait.

Aaron now found himself waiting anxiously for what was to take place. He could hear very little of what was happening outside of the room. The suspense was becoming intolerable, and then the door opened. A young woman, around twenty-five came into the room. She was dressed in a tight leather corset, with matching skirt and boots. Aaron would have mistaken her for a Domme, had she not been wearing a studded leather collar around her neck.

"Follow me." She instructed him.

Aaron quietly followed the red-haired woman down a series of hallways and stair. Aaron found himself led into another small room, and was again instructed to wait. He waited quietly, and watched another door in the room. He could hear voices on the other side of the door, but could not make out what was being said. He did not wait long before the door opened. Another young woman, dressed similarly as the first stepped in.

"It's time. Follow me." She told him.

Aaron stood to follow her, and she stopped him at the door. She placed a heavy leather blindfold over his eyes, cutting off his sight. The women took Aaron by the hand, and led him out of the door. He followed the woman until she pressed her hand to his chest, stopping him. Aaron strained his ears to listen, and could hear faint movement in the room. He heard another person move nearby, and then heard a throat clear.

"Now, this prime piece of real estate comes from a most gracious Mistress." A woman spoke. "He is trained in all forms of worship, and . . . hmm. He is quite skilled with his tongue, and has strong endurance."

Aaron flushed at what was being said about him. This seemed to be an auction of some sort. It was something that he had never considered his Mistress doing.

"He is well skilled in massage techniques as well as an excellent cook." The woman continued. "Well ladies, we seem to have an all-around package here." She said with interest.

"Now, he does look quite well behaved, and quite satisfying." She said, as Aaron felt his cock and balls being fondled by the woman next to him. His cock immediately swelled as the woman stroked his shaft.

"Quite impressive Slave Aaron. Your Mistress should be proud." The speaking woman called to him. "Now ladies, let us have a sample of his abilities." She said. "Lila, If You will."

Aaron felt the hand of the woman near him, who must be Lila, push him down gently on the shoulder. He took the command, and knelt down, keeping his head held high. Aaron heard the slight rustling of fabric, then felt a leg drape over his shoulder, and a very aroused slit pressed to his mouth. Aaron knew what was expected of him, and with his tongue, began to deftly explore the womanly flesh before him. His efforts were met with a sigh of approval from his partner as he slid his tongue between her wet lips.

Aaron could hear movement as he licked, and became aware of people around him. The mixed scents of perfume, as well as the increase of heat alerted him to the presence of many women. He could hear their hushed comments as they watched. Aaron almost lost his concentration when a hand grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. He continued to lick, extending his tongue so as not to lose contact with the increasingly wet slit he labored to please. Aaron continued to stab his tongue between Lila's lips, and then glide upward to run over her rock hard clit. He knew that she was on the verge of climaxing when he felt her hips rock, and her heel pressed hard into his back. 

Aaron began to linger on her clit with each stroke. After a few more licks, she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. When she calmed down, she pressed her soaked pussy to his mouth, and Aaron dutifully licked her clean. Once satisfied, Lila withdrew from Aaron, leaving him kneeling on the floor. He could feel the women leave from around him, then felt Lila's hand on his arm. She guided him to stand, then left him.

"Well now ladies, after a performance like that, what can I say?" The speaker said, resuming her pitch. "This happy slave, this man who knows his place is a bargain at any price!"

"One hundred!" came a voice from the room.

"Well I guess we will start the bidding at One hundred dollars!" the auctioneer said with an amused tone.

"Do I hear Two Hundred?" she yelled

"Two hundred!" called another voice.

"I've got two hundred. Do I hear three? Three hundred for an entire evening to use such a fine slave?"

Aaron was comforted to know that his time for being sold would only be an evening. He was both amazed and proud as the bidding prices escalated. Aaron was downright shocked when he was purchased for almost two thousand dollars. The voice of the woman who purchased him was smooth and silky, yet held a hint of youth. She sounded no older than his true Mistress.

Aaron found himself lead out of the room. The blindfold was still in place as he was lead back down the hallways and stair. He was finally stopped by his handler, and waited as she opened a door. Aaron was ushered into a room, and instructed to kneel on a small carpet.

"You will stay her until the Mistress comes." His handler ordered him.

Aaron waited for quite a while before he heard the door open, and could smell a hint of perfume.

"I am going to enjoy using you. Your display was quite impressive, but I plan on testing that stamina of yours." Said the woman with the silken voice

Aaron was glad when she removed the blindfold, and blinked his eyes to clear his vision. He was pleased as he finally viewed his temporary Mistress. She had long black hair that spilled over her shoulders, and seemed to be almost as tall as he. The woman was dressed in a black and blue leather dress. Her matching high-heeled shoes had straps that crisscrossed up her calves. She had a curvy figure, which was far from the thin waif models that society seemed to find pretty. Aaron was becoming aroused at the mere sight of her full hips and strong looking legs. This Mistress shared many of the qualities that he adored in his own Mistress. "My name is Mistress Dawn. Your Mistress has sold you to me until the stroke of six in the morning. Until that time, you will do whatever I tell you. I brook no insolence from a slave, and have full authority to punish you any way I see fit. Is that clear?" she said to him.

"Yes Mistress." He replied.

"Good. Now, climb onto the bed, and lay on your back." She instructed him.

Aaron immediately complied, and waited as she slowly walked to the bed. His Mistress lifted her dress, and he could see her perfectly shaved slit. She climbed onto the bed, and settled herself onto his face without ceremony. Aaron was trapped beneath her as she tossed her dress over his head. He was immersed in her powerful scent, and quickly began to lick her smooth slit. He settled into a slow rhythm, and let his Mistress use him like the slave he was. Aaron was in his place, and wanted to be nowhere else.

The pussy of his new mistress overcame Aaron. She was aroused, and her juices flowed heavily. This new mistress was very different from his. Aaron's' mistress enjoyed hovering over his mouth, making him reach out to her with his mouth. This mistress placed her full weight on Aaron's face, her sticky pussy grinding against his mouth. Aaron struggled to adapt, and finally found his rhythm. He drove his tongue into Mistress Dawn's pussy. Aaron strained to press deep into her, his tongue swiping her walls. 

"That's it. Work that tongue." Mistress Dawn told him, while she swiveled her hips.

Aaron worked his mouth as he moved his tongue inside of her. His upper lip ground against her clit, making her squirm in delight. Aaron surrendered himself to the warmth a pressure of her body, his mind consumed with her pleasure. He strove hard to please her, and live up to his mistress' expectations. Mistress Dawns' climax came quickly, and Aaron's' mouth was flooded with her come. Aaron's' tongue ached as Mistress Dawn climaxed. She bucked hard against his face, almost crushing him. Mistress Dawn slowly calmed, but kept her perch as her pussy continued to ooze into Aaron's' mouth.

Mistress Dawn shifted her weight so that she could look at Aaron. "Very good slave. But it will take more than a pussy licking to impress me." She told him. "Your Mistress says that you're trained in many forms of worship. I hope you don't discredit her. Now, open your mouth."

Aaron opened his mouth slowly. He had served his mistress in this way often, but never another mistress.

"My slave, you don't seem too willing to serve me." She told him. "I would hope that you are willing, otherwise, I might be insulted."

Mistress Dawn tangled her fingers in Aaron's hair, and pulled slowly. "Do you want to serve me?" she asked while she pulled.

"Yes mistress. I want to serve you." He replied.

Mistress Dawn increased her pulling. Aaron winced as she began to pull the hair around his temples.

"I don't think you want to serve me." She told him again.

"Yes mistress, I want to serve you. I want to do anything that you wish Mistress." Aaron replied with genuine enthusiasm.

"Hmm . . . " was the only reply as she continued to pull, bringing tears to his eyes.

"Please mistress. Please let me worship you. I don't deserve the honor, but please may I serve you?" He asked through the pain.

"Very well slave. I am convinced of your sincerity." She told him with a wicked smile as she released his hair.

Aaron opened his mouth wide, and waited for her to release. His eyes were locked on her pussy. Her lips slowly parted, and a heavy stream gushed out.

"Mm . . . " Mistress Dawn hummed, as her piss splashed into Aaron's' mouth. She watched as he swallowed her golden nectar. Mistress Dawn let him savor a few spurts, the stopped.

"Now, I don't want you to swallow. I want to see my little toilet fills up with my piss." She commanded him.

Aaron kept his mouth open, and waited as she began to pee again. It was almost impossible to keep from swallowing in his position, but Aaron fought the urge to do so. His mouth was almost ready to overflow when she stopped.

"Very good. You do know your place. " She said, "Now you can swallow, but do it slowly. "

Aaron opened his throat slightly, and let her salty pee slowly drain down his throat. It struck him how much he was like a true toilet. His mouth was the bowl from which her pee slowly drained. "Good boy. I have more for you, but I'll save it until you're thirsty again. Would you like that?" she asked with a smile. "Yes Mistress. Your nectar is better than any other wine." He replied.

Mistress Dawn gave a slight chuckle, then lowered herself back to Aaron's' mouth. "Clean me up now." She commanded.

Aaron dutifully swabbed his tongue against her wet flesh, gathering the drops of moisture that clung to her. Once Aaron had licked her clean, Mistress Dawn dismounted his face.

"Ooh." She moaned as she stood up and stretched. "There should be a set of massage oils in the bathroom next door. Heat a bottle and bring it back."

Aaron found the set of oils in the medicine cabinet, and picked a bottle that would suit the evening. It was relaxing oil, made with coconut and fruit oils. Aaron filed the sink with hot water, and set the bottle of oil in it to warm. When he returned to the room with the oil, he found Mistress Dawn sitting on the bed.

"Undress me." She said to him as she stood up.

Aaron unzipped the back of her dress, and helped her to step out of it. Aaron then removed her bra and unfastened her garter belt from her stockings. Finally, Aaron asked her to sit so that he could remove her stockings and shoes. Mistress Dawn sat on the bed and watched as Aaron removed her shoes. He kissed each of her stocking clad feet as he did so, before removing her stockings.

"I hope your massage is as good as your tongue." Mistress Dawn told him as she stretched herself facedown on the bed. 

Aaron climbed onto the bed and straddled Mistress Dawn's legs. He uncorked the bottle of massage oil, and began to pour it between her shoulders. The oil ran in a warm river down to the base of her spine, where it collected in a pool above at the curve of her ass. Aaron corked the bottle, and began to slowly work the oil into her skin. He worked every muscle slowly; making sure that every muscle was relaxed. Mistress Dawns' occasional moan of approval was all he needed to know that he was doing a good job. Aaron worked his way down her back, until he finally dismounted.

Aaron took the oil again. He poured a generous line of oil down each one of Mistress Dawn's legs. Aaron slid his hands up and down her legs, spreading the oil. He took turns in lifting each leg, stroking her calves, and kissing the warm soles of her feet. Aaron wiggled his slippery fingers between her toes, and smiled as Mistress Dawn squirmed from the pleasure. Mistress Dawn was sighing in contentment by the time Aaron had finished his massage. Her entire body was glowing from the oil and heat. Aaron left the bed, and knelt, waiting for her next instructions. He knelt for over an hour, as Mistress Dawn relaxed on the bed. She finally stirred, and drew herself up on her elbows, stretching like a cat.

"Oh . . . that was good." She said

Aaron stifled a smile. He had studied many books on massage, and even taken a few college classes on the subject.

"I need a shower to wash this oil off." She told him. "But I can't have you wearing your adornments in the water."

Mistress Dawn motioned for Aaron to stand. She studied his cock ring and briefs, then unfastened it. She began to pull his briefs down, and smiled as she saw the plug that he was wearing. Mistress Dawn jiggled the plug and giggled when Aaron groaned from the sensation. She finished pulling the plug out, as Aaron stepped out of his briefs. He shivered and almost lost his balance when Mistress Dawn slipped a finger into his primed ass.

"Your mistress stated that you were trained in penetration. She seems to have done an excellent job in conditioning." She said as she pushed another finger into his ass.

Mistress Dawn twisted her two fingers about, and then stretched them apart. After a few minutes, she removed her fingers, satisfied at what she found.

"Very well. I want my shower now. The nights not getting any younger." She said with a slap on Aaron's ass.

Aaron followed Mistress Dawn to the bathroom, and turned on the shower as she stood waiting. Mistress Dawn sat on the toilet and waited for Aaron to finish preparing the shower. Once a healthy cloud of steam was coming from the shower, Aaron turned for her instructions.

"The water is hot, but not too hot. It should feel good after the massage." Aaron explained.

"Very good, but the sound of water always makes me need to go. Would you like another drink?" Mistress Dawn asked.

"Yes Mistress, I am thirsty. It would be an honor." He replied.

Mistress Dawn moved herself forward on the seat, and then shifted her hips forward. 

"Kneel in front of me, but not so close. I want to watch you drink." She commanded.

Aaron obediently knelt down on the floor. The room was quite large, and he had no trouble positioning himself on his hands and knees.

"Now be a good boy, and get it all." Mistress Dawn told him as she began to push.

Aaron watched in delight as her stomach flexed, and a golden stream burst from her pink slit. It was a strong stream, and Aaron immediately intercepted it with his mouth. He swallowed while keeping his mouth open, not wanting to spill a single drop of his Mistresses sweet wine.

"Don't lose any. You can come and get it like a good boy." Mistress Dawn told him as her stream began to weaken. Aaron did not need to be told twice, and he crawled forward, keeping her stream pouring into his mouth. He kept crawling, and kept drinking until his mouth pressed against her wet flesh, the last spurts of her pee sliding down his throat. Aaron then licked her clean, swiping away all traces of her nectar with his tongue.

"That was a good boy. You are such a wonderful plaything. " Mistress Dawn said with a giggle as she ran her hands through his hair. "Now, I want my shower."

The water was hot, and the room soon filled with fragrance of the massage oil as it washed from her body. "Ah . . . this is wonderful." Mistress Dawn exclaimed as she ran her hands down her body.

Aaron watched with growing arousal as Mistress Dawn rubbed her oily skin. His cock stood from him like a flagpole. Mistress Dawn laughed when she glanced out of the shower at Aaron.

"Do you find me interesting?" she teased him.

"Yes Mistress." He replied

"Well, none of that for you. You have yet to earn that right." She told him with a wag of her finger.

Aaron did a poor job of hiding his disappointment, and only caused Mistress Dawn to laugh even harder.

"Oh don't worry. You're going to get release if you're good." She teased. " Now, You may come in and bathe me."

Aaron stepped into the shower, and retrieved a bar of soap. He lathered his hands, and reached out for Mistress Dawns back.

"No. Lather your chest and cock first." She instructed Aaron.

Aaron did not understand why he was to wash himself first, but obeyed her. He worked up a rich lather, and the front of his body was soon covered with thick foam. He was surprised when Mistress Dawn backed into him, his cock pressed tightly against her ass.

"Now, You can wash my breasts and stomach with your hands. You are going to have to move your body to wash my back." She told him. 

Aaron reached around and began to spread the soapy lather over her breasts. Moving his body to wash her was difficult. He had never been one for such gyrations, and the movements came awkwardly. Aaron was very aware of his hard cock pressing between him and his Mistress. Mistress Dawn was aware of his cock as well. She reached back, and grasped it firmly, guiding it between her legs.




The Auction



"My pussy needs to be washed as well, but you better make sure you do not slip inside of me, or you will be severely punished." She told him.

Aaron continued to bathe her, but now fought an inner battle. His cock was pressed between her legs, and every gyration threatened to lodge his cock in her soapy pussy. Aaron tried to move his hips as little as possible, but Mistress Dawn had other thoughts. She began to move her body, not letting Aaron calm down. She kept him such for almost an hour, delighting in the feeling of his cock sliding against her pussy. Mistress Dawn could feel his body tremble, and his hands quiver against her breasts.

"That's good enough" Mistress told Aaron as she pulled away from him. She rinsed herself, and allowed him to do the same. Aaron quickly dried himself, and then retrieved a fresh towel for his mistress. He patted her hair dry with the towel, and then worked slowly down her body.

"There are powder and a body spray in the cabinet." Mistress Dawn told him.

Aaron retrieved the powder and spray. He sprayed a fine mist of perfume over her, and then dusted her with the powder. Aaron was overwhelmed by the scent of her body in the steamy room.

Mistress Dawn led Aaron back to the bedroom. He stood watching as she pulled a few items from a leather bag. 

"Onto the bed, hands and knees." She ordered him.

Aaron climbed onto the bed, and watched as she pulled a set of long-chain handcuffs from her bag. She cuffed his hands to the bed. The chains gave him enough room to move, but would not allow him to leave the bed.

"There is no greater feeling than taking a slave. Having him submit to you. Making him your own." Mistress Dawn told him, just out of his field of sight.

Mistress dawn stepped around so that Aaron could see her. He nearly caught his breath when he caught sight of the dildo that was strapped between her legs. Aaron watched as she adjusted the black leather harness that held the fake cock in place. Mistress Dawn made quite a lewd vision as she stood stroking her cock. The harness hugged her hips snugly, and the dildo was shaped like a bullet. It was shiny and black, and glistened like a piece of liquid marble.

"I can tell that you like my toy. It's hand made. I picked it up at a store in England when I was on vacation. This is my favorite toy." She told him "I'm telling you this, so that you know how special it is for me to give you this gift. But, you must first prove to me that you really want my gift."

Aaron nodded his head in understanding. His cock was already throbbing with anticipation as she stood stroking herself.

"Now, I want you to tell me how much you want my cock." She told him.

Aaron was unsettled at the simplicity and bluntness of her statement. He had to force himself to remember that this was a mistress, and a woman.

"Please mistress, may I have it?" I really want your gift. " He asked her.

"Mistress Dawn smiled. "I don't know. You hardly seem sincere. After all, this is a special gift. "

"Please Mistress. I do want it. Please Mistress, may I have your gift?" he asked with more desire.

"No. No. Ask for my cock. That's what you really want." She said.

Aaron swallowed, and forced himself to say what he wanted, and what she wanted to hear. "Please mistress, may I please have your cock?" he asked

"Hmm . . . And what do you want me to do with it?" she teased

"Please fuck me with your cock mistress." He blurted out.

"Fuck You? Where should I fuck you?" she asked

"My ass Mistress." He groaned

"If you want it, you better ask properly." Mistress Dawn said with a grin.

It took all of Aaron's' strength to ask her. "Please Mistress. Please fuck my ass with your cock." He begged.

"Now that wasn't so hard. I love it when a man begs for my attention." She exclaimed happily.

Aaron waited as she climbed onto the bed behind him. He soon felt the cool wetness of a lubricant on his ass, the felt her finger push into him. Aaron relaxed, and enjoyed her probing fingers as she spread the slick lube inside his ass. He was so entranced by her probing that he barely noticed her slipping a second, and then a third finger into his ass.

"Yeah. Nice and ready." Mistress Dawn crooned as she withdrew her fingers.

Aaron braced himself and waited as Mistress Dawn positioned herself behind him. He kept his muscles relaxed as he felt the smooth tip of her cock press against his ass. She pressed slightly, only allowing the tip of her cock to enter his ass. Mistress Dawn stopped moving, and Aaron moaned in frustration at her teasing.

"If you want it, come and get it." She told him.

Aaron pushed backward and gasped as her cock slid deep into his ass.

"Come on. You can take it all." She coaxed him.

Aaron continued to push backward, his ass filling with her cock. Aaron sighed when his ass finally rested against her thighs. Her cock had filled him completely.

"Mm . . . good by." She said while rubbing his ass.

Aaron shifted his hips, enjoying the full feeling. He eventually began to rock back and forth on her cock. It didn't take long for Mistress Dawn to take control. She began to increase the pace, and soon had her cock plunging in and out of his ass like a well-oiled machine. Aaron was caught in a sexual whirlwind. Without stimulation on his cock his excitement kept building. Sweat poured down his body as Mistress dawn continued to ravage his ass. He was shaking uncontrollably when she finally stopped, her cock buried to the base in his ass.

"Would you like to come? Do you enjoy my cock?" she asked him, her voice husky with excitement. "Oh yes Mistress. I love the feel of your cock and I need to come so badly." He moaned.

"You are such a good fuck, and I will let you come." She hissed.

Aaron let her guide him as she drew her knees together. Mistress Dawn sat back, pulling Aaron with her. Aaron groaned as he was impaled on her cock. She slowly ground her hips in a circle, and then began to thrust upward. Aaron took the cue, and began to move up and down. He was soon bouncing on her cock, taking its full measure with each stroke. His arms were held taut by the chains, and his cock throbbed angrily.

"Come on. Give me that ass. Take my cock." Mistress Dawn hissed as she reached around to grab his cock.

Aaron bounced harder as she began to stroke his cock. Her handwork was timed with the cock splitting his ass, and Aaron felt as if he were in a drug induced haze. The blood pounded in his head, and his muscles ached. His head rocked forward, and his entire body tensed.

"That's it, give it to me." Mistress Dawn commanded.

Aaron felt like he was on fire as his muscles began to contract in orgasm. He felt each blast of come as it surged up his shaft, spurting thickly in the air. He jerked hard as she continued to milk him. Aaron felt as if she were drawing his life from him. He finally slumped backward, only supported by the chains that held him to the bed. Aaron shuddered as Mistress Dawn continued to swivel her hips, and stroke his cock. He dutifully licked her cum drenched fingers clean when she brought them to his lips

"Good boy. Eat that tasty cream." She said as he sucked her fingers clean.

Aaron sucked her fingers clean, barely aware of his surroundings. He shivered as Mistress Dawn shifted around beneath him. It wasn't long before she pushed him forward onto his hands and knees. He moaned and shuddered as she slowly pulled her cock from his ass.

"I love seeing a cute pink ass hole swallowing my cock." She said as she watched his ass hesitate in releasing her cock. Her cock vacated his ass with a soft 'plop', and she watched as his hole began to slowly close. Aaron slipped into sleep as he knelt, exhausted on the bed. He didn't know how long he was out, but came awake as Mistress Dawn gave his ass a few hard slaps.

"Enough rest, you have work to do." She told him

Aaron found that Mistress Dawn had unchained him, and he struggled to his knees.

"Stand up, and get that cock hard for me." She ordered him.

Aaron stood up, and began to stroke his cock. The leftover cum from his last orgasm proved to be an excellent lube, and he was soon hard and ready to go again. He watched as Mistress Dawn searched through her bag. She retrieved a mass of black rubber, and came to sit on the bed. "Turn around and face me." She told him once she had seated herself.

Aaron turned, and held still as she began to unroll a heavy black rubber condom down his cock. The sheathe fit tightly around his shaft and the end remained as a tight ring at the base of his cock. Mistress Dawn then took a black rubber ring, and slipped it over his cock, rolling it slowly down to the base of the condom. The ring was very tight, and Aaron gritted hid teeth from the pressure. When she was done, he could feel the veins bulging on his cock as the ring constricted the blood in his cock. Mistress Dawn surprised him with one final piece of rubber. It was a strap that she fastened tightly behind his balls. His cock and balls looked like a black modern sculpture once she was done.

"That's better. We don't want to break the rules." She mused aloud.

Mistress Dawn admired her work before swinging herself about to recline on the bed. She propped herself upon a few pillows, and instructed Aaron.

"Now, get up here and put that cock to work. Show me how grateful you are that I purchased you." She told him.

Aaron climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her spread legs. He could see a heavy flow of cream as it leaked from her slit. He rubbed the head of his rubber-encased cock along her slit. After a few passes, the black rubber was glistening with her juices, and he began to slowly push into her. Mistress Dawn hooked her legs behind his back, and urged Aaron forward, driving his cock into her. Aaron understood how this could be considered as not breaking the intercourse rule. The black rubber was so thick that it cut out almost every sensation. The only thing he could feel was the pressure and heat of her body.

Aaron began to thrust, building up a slow rhythm. He was amazed and frustrated at the lack of sensation he was receiving, but the tight sheathe and ring kept him from losing his erection. Aaron kept his pace for well over an hour. Mistress Dawn had come once, and was on her way to another climax. The wet sounds, and the strong scent of her pussy only fueled Aaron's arousal. 

"I want you to give me everything that you have." Mistress Dawn ordered him.

Aaron increased his thrusting, and drove into her as hard as he could. Her squirming and moans were enough to spur him on.

"Harder!" she ordered him

Aaron was moving as hard as he could, and could not see how to move any harder. He finally shifted his body, and moved into a push up position. He began slamming his hips down to meet hers, using his weight to increase the force of his thrusts. "Yes . . . more." She hissed at him.

Aaron tried to increase his speeds, but his pelvis was already aching from the contact. He didn't know how she was taking such abuse. Aaron's muscles ached for release, but the black sheathe kept his orgasm at bay. Sweat dripped down and stung his eyes, while he gritted his teeth like a wild animal.

"Yeah, give it to me." Mistress Dawn gasped.

Aaron was losing control as her pussy began to contract around his cock. He felt like his entire body was on fire as he strained to satisfy her. Aaron almost screamed when she began to come, her legs drawing him to her. He screwed his eyes shut in extreme frustration as her pussy contracted wildly around him. Mistress Dawn arched her back and thrust her hips, drawing her orgasm to its limit. Aaron kept himself still for her, until she began to calm down. He didn't open his eyes until he felt her cool hand hook around his neck. Mistress Dawn drew Aaron's face down to hers. She kissed him deeply, her tongue pushing forcefully into his mouth. Aaron was left breathless when she released him.

"That was a good fuck slave, it's too bad that our time is almost up." She told him, while playfully squeezing her legs around him. Aaron nodded, his body still charged from not having any release. He had not realized that the night was almost over, and knew that there was no time for him to be given a second release.

Mistress Dawn unlocked her legs from behind Aaron's back, and directed him down between her legs. Aaron licked her wet lips and drank down the juices that flowed from her. When he was done, she pushed him away, and stood up.

Aaron stood and watched as Mistress Dawn began to dress. She dressed quite quickly, and gathered her things, placing them in her leather bag. She handed Aaron his briefs once she was ready.

"May I remove the sheathe Mistress?" Aaron asked.

"No, I think I will leave it as a present to your Mistress. She may like it." She told him.

Mistress Dawn replaced his blindfold, and he was once again guided through the halls of the house. She eventually stopped and removed the blindfold. Mistress Dawn opened the door, and directed him to a wall, where other slaves were already standing. Aaron figured that this was the room he had been sold in. Various Dommes sat around the room, talking. He found his Mistress near the rear, chatting with another Domme. 

Mistress Dawn walked to a podium, and began to speak. "Slave Aaron proved himself quite well tonight. Mistress Rain should be commended for such good training. I highly recommend him for the next auction." She said, before taking a seat in the audience.

Aaron stood on the wall as three other Dommes gave their reports on the slaves they had purchased. Once they were done, another woman came to the podium.

"I am happy that all of you ladies enjoyed the evening. We will be holding another auction n two weeks, and you are all invited to attend. She said before leaving.

Mistresses came forward and retrieved their slaves. "You performed well tonight." Mistress Rain told him as she called him to her. "Good touch." She commented as she looked at the black rubber cock sheathe.

Mistress Dawn came over, with her salve, a petite blond woman.

"I really enjoyed him Rain." She told her. "Did Eva perform well? I wasn't here to hear your comments"

Aaron was slightly startled. He didn't think that his Mistress would have bought a slave, especially a female slave.

"She performed wonderfully. I see why you enjoy her so much." Mistress Rain commented with a slight flush to her cheeks.

"Well, Aaron did very well, and I would like to give him a gift if you don't mind" Mistress Dawn asked.

"No, I don't mind. He has proven himself well tonight. Go ahead." Mistress Rain said

"Good. Eva, do what I told you." Mistress Dawn said to Eva.

Aaron stood still as Eva knelt down before him. She began to lick his rubber-covered cock. Her tongue flicked back and for, tasting the remains of her Mistresses juices. She then took his cock into her mouth, devouring it with one gulp. Aaron's excitement and frustration returned in full as the hot pressure of her mouth drove him wild.

"See, the rubber is so thick that they can't really feel anything but pressure and heat, while the rings and strap keep him hard." Mistress Dawn said to Mistress Rain with clinical detachment.

Eva slipped her hand under Aaron's cock, and released the strap behind his balls. His body jerked as sensation flooded through him. Eva began to lick his balls. She took each one of them into her mouth, and rolled them with her tongue. Aaron began to shake as she began to suck harder. Eva slowly slid the ring from his cock, and Aaron had to grab her shoulder to keep from falling over. He almost buckled to the floor as fresh blood flowed through his excited cock. Aaron was on a roller coaster of sensations as Eva removed the cock sheathe, revealing his throbbing member. Precum dripped from his cock almost as if he were cumming. Eva didn't waste a drop, and quickly took is cock into her mouth. She began to suck vigorously, swallowing his cock to the root. 

After a few short pumps, Aaron erupted in a powerful climax. He jerked like a rag doll as his penned up energy was released in long spurts. He was barely standing once Eva was done.

"I hope you enjoyed that Aaron." Mistress Dawn told him.

Aaron was barely able to speak. "Thank you Mistresses, and thank you slave Eva." He finally managed to say.

"Your clothes are in the next room. Hurry up and put them on. I want to go out for breakfast before we head home." Mistress Rain said, pointing at a door.

Aaron quickly complied, and left the room.

"Here is your clothing Eva. You may dress." Mistress Dawn said as she took a red dress and heels from her bag.

Eva quickly slipped on the dress and slid her feet into the heels. She looked as if she had returned from a night at the dance clubs instead of a slave auction.

"You know, we both enjoy each others slave. Why don't we get together sometime?" Mistress Dawn said.

Mistress Rain smiled at the idea. "That's a great idea. I can think of a few fun activities." She said with a chuckle.

"Tonight's my movie night. Why don't you come over, and we can watch a few films while we put the slaves through their paces?" Mistress Dawn asked.

"Sounds great!" Mistress Rain agreed.

Aaron came back to the room just as the two women finished exchanging information. His Mistress led him to the car and waited as he ushered her inside. Once Aaron started the car, Mistress Rain directed him to the restaurant she preferred.

"I want you to get a good nap. We are going out to watch movies at Dawn's house tonight. She tells me that she has some furniture that I will find interesting." Mistress Rain said with a smile.

Aaron nodded his head as he drove. He could only guess as to what was planned for the evening, but his cock stirred in anticipation. His Wife turned Domme, had proven to be unpredictable, and tonight would be no different. 



The Auction



Sold!

Number 28 was standing in a cage with 3 other female slaves waiting for their turn to be auctioned off. She could hear the auctioneer as he called out the bids on the slave taken from the cage a few minutes before. As number 28 stood there nervously, she reflected back on her path to this point in her life. 

She had been a relatively shy but normal 34 year woman. Long brown hair, nice soft body with curves accented by a little extra weight. Her childhood was normal with loving parents and two brothers. She had been the middle child. She had been a passive child, letting her parents guide her life and her friends take the lead in play. Her main pleasure was in making others happy. To make her parents happy, she began attending college even though she had no real focus to her studies. She attended college for a few years before her friends were lured away by the big salaries offered by the dotcoms. Once again, following the lead of others, she left college to for the dotcom world. She did well enough salary wise, but never progressed as far as her friends. She just did not have the drive and self confidence it took in that free-for-all-world. 

The bursting of the dotcom bubble left her high and dry. No degree and her only professional work experience no longer in demand. Her old friends couldn't help because they had also been laid off. So she went from professional work with a salary in the high 80's to a retail salesperson making, at best, $20,000 a year. 

She drifted along until she met a man who came into her store. He started flirting with her almost immediately and before she knew it, she had a date with him that night. He took control almost immediately, seeming to know she liked others to lead her. She was so excited; it was hard to wait for her shift to end. He had told her to be ready at 8 and to wear a skirt. She thought it a little odd to be told what to wear on her first date but it felt so good to not have to make that decision. 

That evening was a turning point in her life. It started at the restaurant where he immediately took charge. He took the menu from her as it was presented and proceeded to order for her. He then instructed her in the proper way to enjoy the food and wine, telling her what to take a bite of next and what tastes to look for. She got the feeling he wasn't so much teaching her so she would enjoy her food more, as he was teaching her so she could look after him better. The thought brought a warm feeling to her that started in her pussy and crept up to her heart. It felt so good that he would be taking that much interest in her. 

Later, he took her to his place without even asking her. It was as though he expected her to go and could not conceive of anything else. She too accepted this as his right. She reveled in his confidence and surety. 

Once inside his front door, he turned and kissed her for the first time. It was a long, lingering kiss; his tongue seeming to take control of her mouth. It was the most erotic kiss she had ever experienced or even seen in the romantic movies she and her friends used to watch during slumber parties in high school. 

Then he told her to strip. She didn't even think. She just started to remove her clothes. She wasn't a virgin, far from it. During high school and college, she had never said "no." It wasn't that she particularly wanted to have sex; she just didn't have it in her to spoil her date's evening. She had even had sex with women if they wanted it. But she had never just stripped like this, on command. That evening she learned so much about herself and about the joy of submission. 

She began to spend her every waking moment with him. Pleasing him with little things, massaging his feet after a long day no matter how tired she was, making his favorite foods, even cleaning his house. It was the happiest time of her life. 

Their bedroom activities had increasingly reflected an M/s relationship. He began to use corporal punishment to improve her sexual performance. It began with spanking and gradually progressed to caning. His control over her in the bedroom soon became complete. She was his sex slave, doing whatever he wanted. 

Then he told her, not asked her, to move in with him. She was so excited! This was what she had wanted from their first night together. It was an easy move since he had her sell all of her furniture and most of her possessions. He told her that He would give her all she needed from now on. In fact, He told her to quit her job. He wanted her to devote herself to Him full time. The morning after she moved in to His house, He took her hand and guided her to the telephone where He dialed her work before handing her the phone. "Tell them that you quit." He commanded and she obeyed. 

Soon the M/s relationship was carried on outside the bedroom. She was always naked in his presence and wearing his collar. He started making her sleep on a mat at the foot of His bed, chained to the bed. Kneeling at his feet, she felt complete and wanted. She was a 24/7 slave. She was His property. 

One night He had some friends over, keeping her nude during their visit. These were friends of His that she had met briefly before. But He always had left her behind when He went out with them. He had never brought them over to His house before while she was there. At first she didn't know what to do, but it was soon clear that they considered her to be His slave. And as such, they ignored her. So all evening she knelt at His feet and did His bidding.

She was so content to belong to Him. She loved it when he began to modify her body for his pleasure. He began by lengthening her clit so it protruded from her fold. It made her very easily stimulated by any touch at all. The rare times He let her wear clothes, she would have cum from the stimulation to her clit if He had let her. But her ability to cum without His command had been taken away from her long ago.

Next he lengthened her nipples until they were over a half inch in length. He loved to roll them in his fingers and pull on them as though he was milking her. She loved it too. It made her feel both used and loved at the same time. 

His final modification was to induce her to produce milk. He bought a milking machine and either hooked her up to it or milked her with his hands four times a day. In two weeks, she was beginning to produce milk. He always put a vibrator in her pussy when he milked her, saying it would make her produce more. Whether or not it would, it always made her wet with anticipation when milking time came close. Soon she was producing all the milk they needed, plus extra that He sold to His friends. Sometimes she would be milked in front of His friends so they got fresh milk. 

He never let anyone else milk her nor did he share her with anyone. It was as though he was saving her for something. 

Then she found out what that was. He was going to sell her! She knew she would not resist. It would make Him happy to sell her and it was His right. She was His property.

When the day came for her sale, He paid special attention to her. He lathered her up in the shower and made slow sensuous love to her. He then shaved her body completely to be sure it was baby smooth. He told her how happy she had made Him. What a good slave she was. Then He led her to her sleeping pad at the foot of His bed and commanded her to sleep. She thought she would be too excited to sleep. But before she knew it, He was shaking her shoulder to wake her. He told her to relieve herself and brush her teeth. 

Then, He draped a cloak around her naked body and led her outside to His car. She turned slightly to take her last look at His house. Then she was inside the car, lying on the floor as He always expected. 

He got in and drove a while before stopping the car. He got out and came around the car, opening the door and taking her hand to lead her to the door of a big building. Inside the place bustled with activity. Some Masters and Mistresses were leading slaves over to be registered for the auction. Others were inspecting the slaves being readied for sale. 

A Mistress approached Him and greeted Him. She said "Don, so you have another one to sell. I am impressed. Wasn't your last sale only four months ago? How do you do it?" He responded "It isn't hard. I just look for the lost ones. But I mustn't take too much credit for finding this one so quickly. The day after the last auction I went out to buy myself a little present with the profit from that sale and, lo and behold, there this one was. From there it was easy." Number 28 did not know how to take what she just heard. He did not love her! He had never loved her! Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes. Noticing this, He wiped them away and said "Now, now little one. You know you needed someone to take care of you and there I was. Now you have a place in life and can serve others as you were born to do." She took heart in His words because she knew they were true. But she still was a little sad. 

"I decided to try something different this time. I created a milk cow out of this one." "Oh, yes" the Mistress said, "I can see from her nipples. Does she produce much?" "Yes, quite a bit. I bet she brings a pretty penny in the auction." 

With that he took her leash and led her to a table where He registered her for sale. As part of the registration, he listed her as being a milk cow with her average daily production figure. After being registered, He handed her off to an attendant who painted something on her ass. The attendant told her she was number 28 and led her to a cage to await her sale. 

Masters and Mistresses wandered by, inspecting the slaves to be sold. Some stopped and commanded her to move to the front of the cage where they inspected her body. They commanded her to open her mouth, fondled her breasts, and played with her pussy. Of course, as soon as they touched her enlarged clit, she immediately became wet. More than one potential buyer commented on how much of a slut she was. Some of them, obviously connoisseurs, checked her milk production figure. 

Then the buyers began to drift away. The auction was beginning. 

All of a sudden, her reminiscing was interrupted by the cage door being unlocked. It was her turn! A leash was attached to her collar and she was led out onto a stage with a low platform on it. She was placed on the platform. She could see her Master sitting to one side with some of His friends. He gave her a smile and a nod. It made her feel so much better.

Then the auctioneer began to describe her. He described her as a human cow, capable of copious milk production. Her sexual features were also discussed. He fondled her pussy briefly but intensely, causing her to cum noisily. This created a minor stir in the audience since it indicated her heightened sexuality.

The auctioneer began the bidding process, starting the bids at $3000. Many members of the audience began to bid but it quickly narrowed down to two people. One, a Mistress with several slaves at her side seemed entranced by her breasts. She regularly sucked milk from the breast of one of her slaves as she contemplated the human cow for sale. The other, a Master, had a slave at his side who could have been her twin. It seemed he was looking to make a matched set. 

Finally, she heard the auctioneer yell "sold to Master Paul!" The winning bid had been $5200. An attendant came and led her off the stage to her new Master. He seemed pleased with her but was distracted by the next slave being led onto the stage. So she knelt at his feet, content that He would tell her what to do next. Her conversion to the complete slave was finished. She was no longer a person; she was someone's property, bought and paid for. She felt warm inside, she knew her place and her destiny was at His feet.

She continued to kneel at His feet while the auction went on. He did not bid on any other slaves, seeming to be content with merely watching the proceedings. She was aware of His other slave but knew better than to say anything to her. Her last Master had taught her well.

Finally the auction was over and He led His two slaves outside to a large van without any windows in the back. He put them in the back of the van. The van had obviously been designed to transport slaves. The seats were hard and there were bolts to hook their leashes on to. The front of the van was separated from the back by a solid wall. No one from outside could see the goods being transported. 

He got in the front of the van and started to drive away. At this time the other slave turned to her and smiled. Number 28 smiled back shyly. "Don't worry, He is a good Master. He knows we are valuable property and He takes care of the things He owns. He is so pleased to find a milk cow and one that looks so much like me. This cow knows this because He told another Master before the auction. He was so disappointed that this cow cannot produce much milk and has looked for another for while now. Between us we should be able to produce enough for Him. He loves milk and drinks it constantly." Not knowing what to say, number 28 just smiled and nodded. 

Before long, the van stopped and He opened the door. As He led her out of the van, she looked around at her new home. He had a large house set in a grove of trees. But it was hard to see much as it was dark out now. 

He led them inside and unhooked their leashes. "Follow!" he commanded as he led them to a room with a tile floor and walls. "Stay!" He walked away and filled a bucket with soapy water. When he came back he began to scrub her ass with a sponge. "At least this new marker washes off easier than the old marker." He muttered. His hands were firm but gentle. After he got the marks off her ass, He proceeded to wash her whole body. It felt so good to be cared for and when He washed her pussy she came almost immediately. She stiffened, knowing she had cum without permission. But He didn't seem to mind, at least this time. As she stood there stiffly, a drop of water wandered down her forehead and threatened to drip in her eye. Without thinking, she flicked her head to send the drop away. Again, she stiffened, thinking she would be punished. Instead, he grinned and said "I know what to call you now! Flicker." She had a name! She belonged. It felt so good.

Next He had her mount a table and get on all fours. Flicker knew what was next, she was to be milked. It had been hours since her last milking and her breasts were beginning to hurt from the pressure. His hands felt soo good as they felt the hardness of her breasts. Then He proceeded to milk her. When He was finished, He held the container of milk up and said "Would you look at that! What a great producer. Finally, a good enough producer that I can start to make cheese." 

Then He had her get off the table. As she got off, He spun her around and planted her hands on the table. Spreading her legs with His feet, He plunged His cock into her pussy and proceeded to thrust mightily. Soon He came and pulled out. Snapping His fingers at the other slave, He pointed to His cock. She immediately knelt in front of Him and proceeded to clean Him with her tongue.

When He was satisfied, He milked the other cow. But he got little from her. Flicker knew He must be a kind Master to keep a cow that didn't produce much.

He took them into the kitchen where He proceeded to make Himself a sandwich. He tossed some meat and bread into two bowls which he placed on the floor. Pointing to them, he said "Eat." Both cows immediately got on all fours and ate. After they ate, He gave them each a glass of water to drink. 

He took them next to the bathroom where He commanded them to relieve themselves. Flicker was used to relieving herself in front of others, so had no problems now.

Finally, He led them upstairs to His room. At the foot of His bed were two mats. He told them to lie down and sleep. Flicker curled up contentedly on her new mat. She was home.



The Auction



A couple of the girls at my high school asked me to sign up for the annual auction. The ASB has it every year. It usually raises a couple thousand dollars that goes into the fund that's usually supplemented by selling candy and stuff. I don't know how it got started, years ago, but students sell services to parents or anyone that shows up -- cutting grass, cleaning house, painting, whatever is needed. So I agreed.

"Okay, Sam, what service do we put down that you'll offer?" Holly asked me. 

I don't know. I've cut grass, done all sorts of garden work, painted, done some simple carpentry, even a little plumbing work. Can't we just say something general?"

"I have to fill in the form. You have to offer something, I can't just make it up." Holly tells me.

"Can't I just say, uh, whatever you need?"

"I'm not sure if that's okay or not but I'll put it down and see if one of our advisors change it. Whatever you need. Right?"

"Sure."

That was Holly Robinson asking me. We're both seniors. Both eighteen now. I've known her for years, from junior high. I'm Sam Jefferson. I'm not a famous jock or anything. I did run track and even got a second place once and I wrestled JV but wasn't good enough to make varsity. I've been in a couple school plays always playing a best friend or someone's brother, not being the star. I do okay in grades and will go to college, major in something technical, maybe computer science. I've never been much good with girls. I've dated. Even dated Holly, she's very attractive. I've kissed a lot of girls, even managed to feel a blouse covered breast, but that's all. At home, though, I help with everything, which is how I've done those things I mentioned earlier. My dad's dead. Has been for years. My Mom needs all the help I can give her.

So, the date of the auction, I'm with about fifty others, hanging around the auditorium while the principal asks for bids on whatever we've offered. Each of us has to go up next to him when he comes to our name. All of the offers up until me were for specific things -- window washing, house cleaning, yard work. So when he came to mine he laughed and said I was offering whatever anyone needed, a terrific opportunity. Mrs. Robinson won. She outbid two others and had to pay twenty five dollars. Actually, that's a little high, most go for ten or fifteen dollars.

Mrs. Robinson is even better looking than her daughter and Holly is one of the best looking girls in our class. I've heard different guys say that her husband is a lucky guy. And I guess they're right. For her age, she must be something old like forty, she's in great shape, must work out or something. Anyway, we talk after the auction and I'm supposed to come to her house this Saturday at ten a.m.

I'm wearing a t-shirt, shorts and sneakers when I ring her bell. She opens the door and says,"Come in Sam," So I do and she closes the door behind me. She's wearing a pool jacket, or that's what I assume it is, a little light coat you wear over a swim suit. It barely covers her butt. Other than that, she's bare legged, bare feet. Actually seems smaller than I remember. I guess I've never seen her up close without a dress and heels on. She turns and walks ahead of me into the den. She sits in a chair and looks at me. I was pretty sure I saw her bare ass as she sat down. I'm ashamed of myself but I can feel my cock jumping a little.

"Well, Sam, what can I have you do?" she asks. I just stand there. I have no idea what to say or do. "You're in good shape if I remember correctly," she says. "Take off your shirt."

I pull my t-shirt up over my head and hold it in my hand. I do wonder a little why she asked me that but I just wait.

"Come here," she says. I walk over toward her. "Closer," she says. I step closer She spreads her legs slightly and motions, "Closer." I'm right in front of her, her knees on either side of me. Her face is only inches from my stomach. Weird. She unbuttons my shorts and pulls the zipper down and then pulls on them until they drop to my ankles. I figured I might need to do pool work so I have no underwear on.

She puts her hand under my cock and lifts it, although it was just about up all on its own at this point. "You are in good shape," she says. She leans forward and all of a sudden she has her lips around the head of my cock. That's never happened to me before. I mean, I'm aware there are blow jobs or cock sucking or whatever but never involving me. I've never felt anything like it. She's sort of humming or something and her tongue is licking me inside her mouth and she slides further on me and has about half my cock in her mouth. The head is hitting the back of her mouth. Her one hand puts a couple fingers around the base of my cock and her other hand starts feeling my balls. Her mouth starts moving back and forth and I can feel she's licking and sucking. She's making "Umm" noises with some sort of slobbering sounds.

I have no idea what to do. I put one hand on her hair, to balance myself if nothing else. I realize I'm also sort of moving my hips, pushing toward her and then back a little. It's all sort of involuntary. Weird but it feels really, really good. Then I can feel it happening. I'm about to cum. I say out loud, ""Mrs. Robinson . . ." and then it's shooting out. I can feel it. I can feel her mouth changing some on me, can feel my cum around my cock, and she keeps on sucking on me.

When I'm finished, she slides her mouth back, then licks around on my cock, still holding it at the base with a couple fingers. It's as if she's washing me with her tongue and lips. Then she looks up at me. "You have a lovely cock, Sam. I loved that. Did you enjoy it?"

My cock is softening. I can feel it. She's still holding it with a couple fingers. "Uh, yeah. I've never felt anything like that before."

"No girl has ever sucked your cock before, Sam?"

"No."

"I can't imagine why. You have a very nice cock. You taste terrific and really gave me a big load of your delicious cum. I think most girls learn that they like sucking cocks, it's very sexy. But there's something else just as sexy. Kneel down, Sam."

I do what she says. I kneel. I look at her. Her face is slightly higher than mine, the way she's sitting. She smiles. A different smile than I'm used to, though. She pulls the bottom of her little jacket and I can see between her legs. She's naked. Her legs are spread, her knees on either side of me. "I want you to taste me, Sam," she says. I take a good look. There's some dark hair and there's sort of a wrinkled skin area. I sit back some on my lower legs, which drops my face down so I'm looking right at her pussy. I've never seen a pussy before.

She puts her hands down on either side of the wrinkled area and pulls a little to open it and I can see pink. Pink that's moist, the light reflects off the moisture. "I made you cum, Sam. I gave you an orgasm, now you need to give me one. Get your tongue to me and lick me. Sam."

I looked up at her and then back to her pussy. I leaned a little closer, just to see it better. "Sam, you learn how to lick pussy and girls will always like you. Now get your tongue in there, Sam."

I'm aware that people do this. I've seen it on the 'net. I have to admit that I sort of want to, even though it's very weird. So I lean into her and get my tongue out until it touches the pink area. "Lick up and down, Sam," she says. I do that. It isn't bad. Something like licking raw meat, I imagine. "Keep licking, Sam and give me your hand." I lift a hand up and flick my eyes up at her. She moves one of her hands and grasps two fingers on my hand and pulls my hand up under my chin. She seems to slide a little further forward on the chair, must barely be on the chair at all now. She pushes my fingers against her and says, "Keep licking, Sam and push with those fingers, push them into me." My fingers actually go into her. It's a little tight and I'm pushing against moist flesh of some sort but they go in. "All the way in," she says. Then I hear an "Ah," then, "Slide your fingers in and out of me. Not all the way out, just move them to arouse me. And keep licking. Lick a little higher up. Ah, yeah. Feel something there with your tongue. Lick there. Lick that shape. Move your fingers. Fuck me with your fingers."

I'm doing what she asks. She makes more "Ah" sounds and I just keep sliding my fingers in and out and licking the shape. The shape gets a little bigger. Her insides seem to get juicier or something. "Can you grab it with your lips?" I do that and there's another "Ah." Then, "Yes, yes, keep that up. Pull it a little with your lips." I do that. "Sam you're a natural pussy eater, this is great." I keep on sliding my fingers and using my lips on what I realize is her clit. She gets even juicier and then her hips jump a little. "Keep it up, even faster if you can, and don't ever stop." I can feel her hand on the back of my head, pressing me against her. She almost screams. I can feel juice around my fingers. 'Sam, pull your fingers out and suck me, right where they were," she almost yells at me. So I do and I'm getting a taste in my mouth, fluid. My whole lower face is getting wet. I keep on sucking and her hand stays on my head pushing me into her. Then her moans slow and her hand leaves my head. "You were very, very good Sam. You can stop."

I sit back some and look at what I'd been licking and sucking on. Much redder now. I slowly realize that I've been in a slight form of shock or something. All of this is so unexpected and so exciting and so sudden that it's unbelievable. I'm just starting to realize that I've just had sex with this older lady. Holly's mother for gosh sakes. And we're both naked and I have a hard on and I bet we aren't done. And that's fine because I also realize that I've loved every second of this, even licking her pussy. I've never been so aroused before in my life.

She pushes the little jacket completely off her so I am looking right at her tits. Really dark nipples. I thought they were all pink or red or something. Noticeable tits, too, like I've seen on the 'net. "Go ahead, Sam," she says, "Feel them. Softly." So I do. "Yes," she says. "Kiss them." So I do. "Suck on a nipple." I do. "Ah" she says. "The other one, too." and then an "Ah" again. "You like this, don't you Sam?" she says as I'm sucking on her left nipple.

Still holding her right breast, I move my mouth from her nipple and tell her, "I certainly do."

"Good, I figured you were a natural. So let's fuck. Let me get off this chair. You lay down on your back." I do what she says. She stands above me, one foot on either side. "You're young and recover fast, you're ready. That's good," she says as she starts bending her legs and lowering herself until she's kneeling, her knees on either side of me. She grabs my cock and holds it as she gets herself right above it and then starts lowering her body. I can feel my cock head pushing through her cunt lips and then up into her. This lady has had two children and my cock has to force its way into her. Boy, a young girl must be really tight.

Now she's sitting on me, my cock all the way in. She looks down at me and grins and moves her hips. I can feel my cock moving. "You like this?" she asks. 

"Yeah," is all I can say because she starts sliding sort of forward like she's moving off my cock, then she grins even more and slides her hips back and I go back into her. She does this over and over. Then she changes some and instead of sort of sliding on me, she raises her whole body and then drops back onto me. Wham, I'm banged up inside her. Then she does that again. And again. She's really banging us together. As she rises the next time, I try and push my hips up. "I like this a lot," I say. She grins and continues to fuck me hard and pretty quick, her body really landing full force on me.

This lasts a while but finally she stops moving and starts almost yelling. I can feel her insides sort of grabbing at my cock and then can feel wetness as fluid comes out around my cock and runs on my thighs. She looks down at me with a big smile. "I loved that, Sam, but you're still hard. Let's change position and fuck some more, o.k?" "Well, yeah, sure." I've never felt like this before in my life. It's a dream come true.

"Let's see if we can just roll and keep you inside me. You end up on top that way. Push with your right arm and leg and we can try to roll over. You won't hurt me as you are on me momentarily."

So I push and she does too and we actually manage to do it. On the way my weighr is on her thigh for a moment and then I'm on my knees in between her legs, my cock still in that tight place. It felt good moving inside her as we rolled. "Great," she says, "Now fuck me Sam. Really push in and out fast and hard." I do that. "Even harder Sam." I'm already banging into her like I'm going to hurt her but I try to throw my weight behind my shoves and start really pounding, my cock pistoning in her as fast as I can make it. I can feel inside me that I'm not going to last long, I'm moving toward cumming.

"I'm going to cum," I say out loud.

"Harder then, Sam. Make me cum, too!"

I think she does. She's almost screaming and I have a feeling that I've never had before as I shoot out inside her. I push as far into her as possible and she wraps her legs up around me, her heels on my butt. And I shoot load after load. Then I almost collapse on her. I'm pooped. She stays wrapped around me with her legs and arms.

"Jim and Holly should be coming home within the next half hour so we have to be done for today. It would be best if you were gone when they get here. But I'd love to do this some more, I hope you want to, too."

"For sure, Mrs. Robinson."

She smiles and unwraps herself and sort of pushes me so I climb off her and get up and reach down and take her hand and help her up. We talk a little and set up our next appointment. Or is it our next tryst? I'm ready for more any time. Now that I've done it, I'd love to do it every day. But it doesn't work out that way. We do meet about twice a week for months until I set off to college. I learn from her that she was a virgin when she married. She tells me how Jim and her had sex almost constantly, several times every day. Having her second child, Holly, something went wrong inside her so she couldn't have any more children and she thinks that actually turned her on even more. It was no fun giving birth. But slowly, she and Jim became less active. She still loves him, still has sex with him, but perhaps every ten days or two weeks. So she's taken a string of lovers to keep her satisfied. So, while this is a very big deal to me, it's almost routine for her. But it's obvious she is a very hot woman. It's interesting to me that she remains Mrs. Robinson all through our meetings. Her real name is Ethel and she hates it and I'm not ready to start calling her honey or darling or anything like that.

Meanwhile, a couple months after we've graduated from high school, all of us are going to college or university. A mutual friend of all of us has a pool party to celebrate our moving on to the next challenge. There are about twenty of us there, including Holly Robinson. I didn't plan this but there comes a moment when I'm on a lounge next to Holly and everyone's laughing at a couple couples doing a fight in the pool -- that is a girl on a guy's shoulder going against another girl on a guy's shoulder. I lean over and kiss Holly. We've dated before, I've kissed her before and even felt her breasts over her clothes but we have no history of being committed to one another or anything. She kisses back, putting her hands up around my head. When we break the kiss, I lean further down and kiss her thigh. I then kiss up her thigh and kiss on top of her pussy, with her bathing suit in between my lips and her actual flesh. She sort of catches her breath and spreads her legs a little so I kiss down into her crotch as much as I can and use the fingers of one hand to try and pull her bathing suit to the side and kiss her pussy. I'm not actually kissing her pussy, I'm an inch or more off to the side.

"You really want to do that, Sam?" she asks.

"Yes, I bet you're delicious."

"I don't want to actually have sex. I don't want to get pregnant," she says. "But if you really want to taste me there, I think I'd like it."

"I know I'd like it," I reply.

"We need to go somewhere else, where there aren't so many people," she says.

"Let's go inside," I tell her and we both get up and walk toward the house. Everyone else seems to be laughing and commenting on the fight between two pairs of people in the pool. I don't think anyone even noticed us leaving.

"I've watched guys licking pussy on the net and wished it was me often but I've never done this before," she says as we walk along. "It sure looks great."

"Well I have done it before and I'm sure you'll like it. Every girl must love having a guy give her an orgasm."

"You're just making me more excited," she says as we go into a bedroom on the ground floor. She pauses to lock the door behind us. We kiss and I put my arms around her and hold her and the kiss gets really good. She then sort of backs away from me. "You really want to taste me?" she asks but doesn't wait and pulls her bathing suit bottom down and I'm looking at her bare ass and pussy. She backs up, away from me, until she runs into the bed, She sits down on the edge of the bed and I come to her on my knees, my face at her pussy level. As I move in close, she spreads her legs and I get my face to her.

I do everything I've learned from her mother. I use my hands to spread her open and push my tongue in her and lick up and down . I get my fingers up under my chin and slide them into her vagina as I start licking her clit. If she's inherited anything from her mother, she's going to love this and she does. She's moaning and shoving her hips at me. I slide my fingers in and out and suck on her clit until she goes ballistic and starts shooting out juice and almost yelling. I slide my mouth down and suck her whole cunt into my mouth to get her cum. Her hips are jumping. her hand is on the back of my head, trying to control me." God, Sam, that's the best feeling I've ever had," she says. And with that she's Pulling on me to stand up and trying to push her hands down inside my bathing suit and get at my cock. 

"I've watched girls do this on the net, too amd always wanted to try it," she says as she gets my shorts down some. My cock almost jumps out, fully erect, and she leans forward and puts her lips around the head and takes about half of it in her mouth. Her jaws are spread wide, I really fill her mouth. "Is this right?" she asks, pulling away for a moment but keeping hold of me..

"Anything is right, Holly. Maybe it's best to start sort of playing with my cock a little, kissing it, licking it, checking it out. Playing with my balls, before starting to really take it in your mouth and suck on it."

"I'm just so excited and want to try it and couldn't wait." She's licking me, moving her head around.

"That's o.k., go ahead and do whatever you want. But sometime I'll cum and you need to know it will happen and decide what to do. Some girls love it, think it's sexy, and swallow it. I understand some girls don't like it, are just sucking cock to make their boyfriend happy."

"Oh, I want to. This is so sexy I can hardly believe it," With that. she has me back in her mouth. She's actually good at it, moving back and forth, sucking and licking. I won't last long. She's almost humming, making happy noises as she sucks me.It takes a couple minutes and I can feel I'm gertting there. 

"I'm going to cum, Holly," I say out loud. Her eyese flick up at me. She had them closed as she sucked me before this, seeming to really savor what she was doing. I shoot out a load. Her eyes open even wider and her mouth moves back a couple inches but never completely off my cock. Then I shoot again. I can see some leaking out of her mouth. "Breathe through your nose. Swallow." I say. I think she does because I give her another shot and then am done. She takes her time moving her mouth away. Still holding my cock she looks at it, grins, then looks up at me.




The Auction



"I loved that," she says.

"So did I," I tell her as I hold under her arms and lift her so we're both standing. I wrap my arms around her, hold her close and kiss her. After the kiss, still holding her, our bare bottoms pressed against one another, I say, "Next time, we should get naked. I should really start kissing your breasts and sucking on them to turn you on before I get to licking your pussy. Your delicious pussy. Maybe, next time, we should start with you doing me first because then, once I've done you, I'll be up again and we can do more."

"I don't want to get pregnant. But I have to admit, I'm ready. If you were ready now, you could fuck me and I wouldn't stop you, I'm just so hot."

"Well, I'm not ready. And there's a whole bunch of our friends out there and we need to get back before they miss us and wonder. But I really want to get with you some more. I loved all of this, too."

We kiss again and get dressed and go back out with the others. Maybe one or two wondered but nobody said anything. I purposely didn't hug or kiss her or anything, although she did end up on my shoulders as we fight another pair in the pool. I quietly tell her, after we got dunked, "I should have had you sit facing the other way, with your bottom off," She grins and sort of lightly socks me on the arm.

"Next time," she says, grinning.

The next time isn't far off. She calls me that evening to say that her parents are going out the next evening and can I come over and we continue on where we left off. The interesting thing is, the next morning I have another session with Holly's mother. As always, she sucks me off, I eat her, we fuck, change positions and fuck some more. This time there apparently is no hurry so we shower together and I fuck her twice more before she ends up sucking me until I finally cum again.

Nine hours later, I'm back in the same house. Holly meets me wearing a house coat with nothing on beneath and leads me to her bedroom. She almost pulls my clothes off so she can get at my cock. This time, she's thought about it and really goes after my cock like she's found a new toy. Kissing, feeling, licking, getting the head in her mouth while jerking me with her hands until the head comes out and she has to catch it again. Then trying to swallow me. She can't get it all in but gets as much as she can and almost starts eating me. Sucking and licking but also sort of biting with her lips covering her teeth. When I cum she swallows it all and uses her lips to milk me dry, getting every drop.

I do as I suggested, kissing her and working my way down her body, spending a lot of time on her breasts. The same dark nipples as her mother. Her Mom has a great body, works to keep in shape. Holly naturally has an even better body. Narrower waist, softer butt. Same dark pubic hair that's untrimmed. Her Mom uses scissors or something to trim hers. I finally get my mouth to her pussy and go to work. She screams and moans and cums and I keep on eating her. She tries to pull me away but I just keep busy in her until she cums again. Then, as I slide up over her I also slide a condom down my cock and get it positioned and push into her slightly. She uses her arms around me to try and pull me in more. I never run into a hymen. I was looking forward to have my first virgin but somewhere along the line she's lost hers. So I manage to slowly push my way through her tight, tight tunnel until our abdomens are against one another.

I pull back and push in slowly a couple times and then, figuring she must have some of her mother's genes, I start going faster and harder. She goes more and more nuts. Is Loud. Anyone listening would have thought she was being murdered instead of fucked. She cums. I can feel her insides really working on me. I push in a couple times and then stop and hold in place, all the way in her, as she calms down. Then I suggest she get on top and ride me. When she agrees, I tell her to hold on and I wrap my arms around her and roll us. Well, she loves it that way as much as she did the other. Maybe more. She bounces on me so hard I think I'll end up black and blue. Finally, she and I both cum and she lays on top of me as I shrink inside her. She tells me how great this has been and wants to do more but says she's too sore to go on right away, we'll have to do it another day. Interesting, she also asks me not to tell anyone, that we can meet and do this a lot more before we both go off to college but it's just sex and not romance. She doesn't want people to know we're doing this. Which is fine with me. And we do do it some more befoe college.

Months later, in college, I try that same move that I did on Holly, letting the girl know I want to eat her. It works both times I try it. In this case, both girls had sex before. One had never had oral done to her and one had but they both knew they wanted it and if I was ready to give it to them, they were ready too. It also proved what I already knew, it never stops at oral, it always leads to fucking. The only problem was I tried it on two girls and they both wanted more and neither would be happy knowing I was also doing another girl. Which taught me another lesson that I believe will be valuable in the future. 

And both Holly and her mother have written me about my next holiday when I'm going to be back home. From Holly's note, I'm sure she's found at least one person at college to practice what we did with each other and I'm sure her Mom has found several too. 



The Auction Block



First of all my thanks to both ThisKittyKat and wasagadave who were kind enough to answer my pleas for an editor for this piece. In addition to Kat, bless you M'lady for your inspiring words, you truly have no idea how much they meant to me. I am in your debt. 





I'm unsure how it transpired. Someone knows someone else, who has a friend who is aware of another. All I knew was that I had received a telephone call. A business like voice saying my presence was required by a Ms. Rebecca Noah, an address and time given. When I asked to what did this pertain I was simply told it was a personal matter and that I would be expected. The line going dead.

I knew the individual. I mean I knew of her. Rebecca Noah was a well known socialite and philanthropist whose name was spoken reverently in tones by those who enjoyed the finer things in life. Try as I might, I couldn't understand why on earth she would desire to speak with me. As I sat there, mulling over the possibilities, I looked around my rather drab surroundings and had to fight back a laugh. Still, I knew my curiosity would get the best of me.

The location was in one of the more prestigious parts of town, the building obviously an expensive property. A doorman tipped his hat to me and asked if he might be of assistance. "I have a meeting with Ms. Noah." With that his eyes lit up. He walked over, putting a key in the elevator, pressing the button for the penthouse and as I rose higher and higher I wondered where this was leading.

There was only a single door, no number, no name, just a solitary door. I looked at it before walking slowly and as I raised my hand to knock a young oriental woman opened it. She gave me a slight bow saying, "Ms. Noah is awaiting you. Please follow me." I did so, the home opulent though tasteful. We finally ended up in a room with a amazing view of the city. A woman standing, her eyes taking in the panorama before her. 

She turned, her face looking at me as she spoke confidently to the woman who had escorted me into the room saying, "I will have a glass of white wine Takara."

The young woman made a more formal bow, her voice softly saying, "Yes Trainer, as you wish, so shall it be." She made her way quickly toward the other room as the look on my face drew a bit of laughter from my hostess. She motioned toward the couch and I took a seat. My face still showing the confusion, trying to understand what was happening.

She sat down across from me and I got a good look at her. She was older, perhaps in her forties though she was beautiful. Her long hair the color of midnight, her green eyes almost glowing. While I looked at her, she took me in, her eyes appraising. I opened my mouth to speak but she held up a hand, the beautiful servant returning. My eyes opened wide as she knelt, holding a tray with the glass high, her voice almost like a song. "I pray you find this libation as pleasing to your palate as my service is to your eyes Trainer."

The woman simply nodded, taking the wine and saying a single word.  "Dismissed." With that the young woman rose fluidly and took her leave. I couldn't help it, I shivered, having an idea of what I had just witnessed but unsure. My attention was soon redirected elsewhere as I heard my host turn her attention to me. "Gabrielle Samuels, born May 29, 1989, graduating from an obscure community college. Took a job in an advertising agency, more secretary than anything. Unsure of where your degree might take you, unsure of where your life is taking you."

I felt the blush rise to my face, my cheeks burning feeling like I had been insulted in some manner, her words had not been spoken unkindly. She looked at me, seeing the look on my face as she smiled saying, "Let me finish Gabrielle. Let me have my say and then if you have questions you may feel free to ask them. If not and you wish to leave, you may do so. All this will be just a memory."

She didn't expect a response, taking another sip of wine before standing, walking toward the window. "You've had two lovers in your life. Your first a fellow student in your freshman year, a woman who showed you the pleasure that can be found in another woman's body. It did not last long but it did prove your desire for more than one sex wasn't simply an idle thought, it was your reality."

If I had blushed before, now my face must have been fire engine red as I trembled to hear, "Your second was a young man, your junior year, a Top who showed you a taste of the life of a submissive. He wasn't a true dominant, more a boy who enjoyed playing games with ropes, blindfolds, toys and you foolishly thought you were in love with him. In reality you were in love with the possibility the lifestyle might hold for you."

She turned, walking slowly toward me, almost daring me to disagree with her but as my body continued to shiver, she and I both knew the words she spoke rang true. "The young woman you met, who escorted you in is one of many who have embraced their true position in life. It is not a game, it is very real. It is a life that many desire but few have an opportunity to actually experience. I am offering you that chance."

My mind was simply awhirl, the words I'm hearing leaving me with far more questions than answers but they would have to wait as she continued. "You heard Takara call me Trainer. I am all that and more, I am a Master Trainer. There are others and I would choose one to train you Gabrielle. Your body will be theirs to use or if they see fit abuse. They will teach you every aspect a slave needs to please an owner. From use as a domestic servant to perhaps a pleasure slave or more, all based upon what talents we discover you might have."

She took another sip of wine, watching me closely as she took notice how I had begun to squirm a bit, the words arousing my intellect and my body. She snapped, "Sit still young lady, now." It was natural, my blue eyes quickly lowering, the young servant watching from nearby, a slight smile playing on her lips recognizing the classic pose. 

The dark haired beauty continued saying, "If you can not control your own body then you are in need of more than simple training. I'm not sure this would be right for you. Perhaps I have made a mistake, please excuse me", and with that she left the room. I sat there, shaking my head, wondering what had just happened.

It was only a minute or so later that the oriental beauty walked in, sitting down beside me, a shy smile on her face as she spoke softly. "Trainer can be very direct at times Miss but I was like you when I first was found. A bit lost, unsure of myself and what I truly desired. She helped me realize that in service I found not only my true calling but my hearts desire. I was trained by Jonathan, He is her protégé, a man I owe so much to. I am honored to serve the Master Trainer until I am to be sold."

I looked at her in disbelief, my voice straining to say, "Sold?"

She nodded saying, "Once you are properly trained you are put on the auction block. The high bidder wins your contract which lasts for a year, the owner having an option for a second year. The Trainer gets a percentage as does the auction house but the remainder of the money is put into trust for you. Thus, if you decide to leave service, you have a nest egg to return to whatever profession or perhaps in some cases, the retirement you desire."

The silence hung in the air as she said softly, "May I ask you a question Miss?" I nodded as I heard, "When you entered into your play with the gentleman that Trainer spoke of, what about it did you enjoy the most?"

I thought about it, closing my eyes, remembering as I replied, "I enjoyed the loss of control. Of serving someone without question, my pleasure or at times my pain his to determine. I...I miss that", tears forming in my eyes, never realizing until this moment how empty my life had become. How my work wasn't fulfilling. I wasn't living, I was simply existing.

I gasped, the beautiful servant falling to her knees, her head on the floor, kneeling as the dark haired owner walked back into the room. "I will deal with your punishment once our guest has left Takara." I began to speak, to explain but the look on the older woman's face told me perhaps it would be best if I were to curb my tongue so I did so. She stopped in front of me, looking down and I couldn't help it, I was unable to maintain her gaze.

"In reality I should be thankful that the girl chose to talk to you Gabrielle. I can be a bit brisk in my comments and she has a way with people. The words she spoke were true and your answer though brief tells me what I need to know." With that she handed me a card, a single name Jonathan and a telephone number on it. 

"What has transpired here tonight can be continued by your taking this, dialing that number and moving forward. Or, you can choose to discard it and as your years and life pass you by, be left to wonder what if. Takara, please insure our visitor leaves safely and then return to me."

The trip down the elevator was a quiet one. As she walked me to the door, she gently took my arm, stopping me, her hazel eyes shining as she said, "Please know this Miss. Jonathan is an incredible Trainer, he is demanding but he is fair. If you truly desire this, he can make it happen for you. Ms. Noah by giving you his number has shown great faith in you, feeling you will make not only a wonderful slave, but one whose owner will be proud to call their own." With that she surprised me, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek, then whispering in my ear, "If you accept, you are now my sister and I am proud to be yours."

What I missed after my leaving was Ms. Noah speaking aloud saying, "Well, what do you think? Is it possible? 

The blue eyed gentleman who walked out from the darkness strode over to the woman who once again was taking in the lights below. He stood beside her, his words carefully chosen. "We have just a little over two weeks to auction and we have promised we will have not one but two to offer. With our reputation on the line, I'm afraid it leaves us little choice. It has to be." 

He paused for a moment, thinking about what he had observed. How my eyes had lowered, my shallow breathing as she had spoken to Takara about a punishment to be received. Most importantly, the wistfulness in my impassioned words to his last pupil. The reminder of the past and the tears which he knew would fall again for him. He couldn't help but smile. Oh yes, it was more than possible.

That night my sleep was filled with dreams, with visions and by the time the morning came my body was covered in sweat. I was entangled in the covers, my own bondage as I gasped, my eyes flying open, my back arching, my body trembling as an orgasm overtook me. My eyes were wild as the dream had been so vivid, so real. I finally felt my heart begin to calm, my head fall back onto the pillow as my thoughts were as jumbled as the sheets around my body.

Work that day was horrible. I couldn't concentrate, I couldn't focus, the card in my purse constantly calling to me. I wished I had someone to talk to, to discuss this with but I didn't. No one could understand, certainly none of my so called "vanilla" friends. By the time I arrived back in my meager apartment, looking around at what little possessions I had I sighed, pouring a glass of wine. I went to the bathroom, turning on the hot water, putting some cheap fragrance into it as I undressed.

I soaked, sipping at the libation, as I couldn't help it, my mind beginning to wander. I let my fingers slip under the water, my eyes closing, picturing my body writhing in rope, my mouth gagged, a lash from a masked individual caressing my back as I let forth a muffled scream.

The water sloshed from over the side of the tub, the wineglass shattering on the floor, my orgasm the most powerful I had ever felt. My body rode it like a wave and one wasn't enough. I gave in to the temptation until finally I tried to rise from the tub. My legs were unable to support me as I lay there and trembled on the floor.

It took almost an hour for me to get control, a robe clutched around me. My teeth were chattering as I couldn't seem to get warm when I returned to my bedroom. I looked at my purse, sitting on the end of the bed and I got the card out. I turned it over and over, my hands trembling. Finally, I picked up the phone and dialed.

The voice was warm in tone saying, "This is Jonathan."

For a moment I panicked, a soft whimper escaping my lips, unable to speak only to hear a warm laugh and I felt myself blush. "I take it this is Gabrielle. How are you M'lady?" Once again only silence was all I could manage, so lost was I as he calmly said, "A woman of few words. A remarkable and rare individual." 

I couldn't help it, I giggled like a schoolgirl as I heard his warm laughter again. "That's better, laughter will serve you well. I will meet you tomorrow, for dinner, at the Trainer's home and we will discuss much. Good night mon petit." With that the phone disconnected as once again I felt my heart begin to pound.

The next day I called in sick. It wasn't a lie. I could barely manage the simplest of tasks, my mind running wild wondering what in the world I had gotten myself into. When the phone rang at around four p.m. I literally jumped. I picked it up, only to hear a comforting voice. "Gabrielle, this is Takara, I wish to tell you that a vehicle will pick you up at six. It will bring you to the residence and dinner will be served promptly at seven. Do you have any questions Miss?"

All I had was questions but at the moment my mind couldn't think of a single one. I could almost feel the smile on her face, her kind eyes as her voice lowered. "When you enter, you will call the Trainer M'lady, you should refer to Jonathan as M'lord, showing respect. They will not expect you to lower your eyes to them as of yet but I'm sure by the time the evening is complete, you will know. Wear something simple but still classic. You are a potential slave, be proud. I look forward to seeing you tonight."

I was dressed and downstairs at six precisely and I saw the driver waiting, tipping his cap as he opened the door to the limousine. I felt like royalty as the dark vehicle made its way through the dimming light of dusk. He opened the door again when we got to our destination and I soon found myself like Alice in the story, back in my own Wonderland. Takara favoring me with a smile, her eyes dancing. She squeezed my hand, escorting me into the same room as yesterday, this time though not one but two awaiting me.

It was the older woman who spoke saying, "Allow me to make the introductions. Gabrielle this is Jonathan, Jonathan this is Gabrielle." The man who advanced upon me wore his hair long, longer than the norm these days, an auburn color, his eyes midnight blue and his smile kind. 

I surprised even myself, lowering my eyes saying softly, "Good evening M'lord, good evening M'lady."

Once again I was rewarded with his laughter, not mocking but sincere as I heard Ms. Noah sigh. "I see Takara has been busy", her maid blushing but a slight smile playing on her lips. 

Jonathan replied, "I find it delightful", as he extended his arm and I took it, feeling my arm shake as he smiled. "It's alright to be unsure Gabrielle, but I promise dinner will be exceptional, the Trainer will be on her best behavior" as he winked at her, "and I shall not say anything to make you blush, for now." Of course, I blushed as he held out my chair and Takara walked in, pouring a small amount of wine for the lady of the house to sample. With that dinner began.

He was a man of his word, the dinner delicious, the presentation by the beautiful oriental woman who served it making the meal even more so. As the night moved on, I found myself back in the same room I had first took my first surreal step into this world. Jonathan stood close to Ms. Noah, his eyes almost dancing as she looked at me saying, "First of all, I'm glad you joined us this evening dear. Though I punished my servant for speaking out of turn, she has always been good counsel and I did listen to her."

I heard nothing that sounded like a question so I thought it best to sit in silence as Jonathan smiled saying, "Gabrielle, I know this must be a bit overwhelming to say the least. I have asked the Trainer for permission to speak to you in an informal manner, to allow you to express yourself without repercussions. You have no formal training, it is not fair to you but we need to know. We need to be sure you are aware of the path which might lie before you."

My voice was soft but I did remember, "Yes M'lord", and once again I got that smile, finding it hard not to smile back. 

"Very well, let me describe what will transpire if you decide to move forward. Please save your questions until I have finished Gabrielle."

I sat there listening. "You will quit your job, you will turn in your lease to your apartment, you may bring a few personal items with you but you will need nothing but the clothes on your back during the initial period of your training. If you have bills, they will be taken care of and then repaid when you are purchased into service. You will be allowed two weeks a year of vacation. Time spent with your family or friends. You are permitted to tell them of what you are doing if you desire. Some find it easier to tell perhaps a small white lie."

He walked over, looking down at Ms. Noah as she nodded her approval but this time when he turned, his eyes were different. A bit more, shall we say, bold. "Takara, present yourself, now." The young woman immediately moved fluidly from the kitchen, into the main room, kneeling, her knees slightly apart, her hands palm down on her thighs, her back straight, her eyes lowered. "I want you to tell Gabrielle precisely what I told you the first night we began your training."

The figure who knelt spoke softly but easily, as if reciting a mantra. "I am not your friend, I am not your lover, I am not your Master, I am your Trainer. I will teach you what it will take for you to find an owner, one who will cherish you, who will desire you. I will train you. If you do so well, I will praise you. If you do not, I will correct you. I will help you to understand what type of slave you truly desire to be."

His voice was warm, like liquid honey saying, "What type of slave are you Takara?"

"I am a domestic servant and pleasure slave Sir."

"Tell Gabrielle what that means."

"I can effectively run a household, whether it be staffed or if required, on my own. My body is for my owner's use, I am trained to please both men and women, using my body for their enjoyment. I welcome their praise or their correction if I displease them as that is their right and their gift that they give to me."

I couldn't help it, I shivered, a move not lost on my two hosts as they exchanged a glance as he said, "I understand you spoke to Gabrielle last night without your Trainer's permission. Is that correct girl?"

Her head dipped a bit lower as she replied, "Yes M'lord. I was punished for my actions as I should be."

"Show Gabrielle how you were punished" as with that the young woman slowly rose, turning her back to me and raising her kimono. I couldn't help the gasp that escaped my lips, the lines of the cane leaving marks which still glowed red. My eyes opened wide until she once again lowered the beautiful garment and turned at me smiling. 

Jonathan then spoke but this time his voice was kind saying, "I'm going to ask you a question Takara. As I told Gabrielle, there will be no correction, I simply desire your honest opinion."

She turned, lowering her head to the gentleman asking, "What would you ask of me M'lord?"

A momentary pause and then I heard, "After you spoke with Gabrielle, what kind of slave do you see her being? Oh, and I do not desire the traditional whatever kind you might desire M'lord. I want, respect and value your opinion as the Master Trainer does. Feel free to speak."




The Auction Block



Her words were carefully chosen, her eyes though turning to me as she spoke softly. "I think Gabrielle yearns to be more than most. She desires the decadent pain which leads to delicious pleasure. She requires the feel of the rope, the sting of the crop, the caress of the flogger and most importantly, she desires to find an owner who will embrace her in all the ways she wishes to embrace herself."

I could not stop them, the tears which filled my eyes, the amazing woman who once again favored me with such a beautiful smile seemed to have looked directly into me, into my soul. Her words affected me deeply as I looked at her, my eyes expressing such and to my surprise, she said simply, "You are welcome sister."

I was a bit taken aback to hear Ms. Noah say, "Jonathan please take Takara to the kitchen, insure it is being cleaned properly." 

He turned, his voice warm as he gave her a slight bow.  "As you wish Trainer, so it shall be", and another question filled my mind. As the two left, the woman walked over, sitting down beside me. I started to drop my gaze only to have her lift my chin, her eyes kind.

"You've had a quite interesting past 24 hours. So many things to take in, so many people acting in one manner one moment and then the next doing just the opposite. It all comes down though Gabrielle to one thing and one thing only. We can advise you, can suggest to you that this is what you require but in the end, there is only one person who can guarantee your happiness and that is you."

I listened carefully, seeing the sincerity in my hostess's eyes as she continued. "Jonathan can be charming, he is a dear boy but when he called Takara in, he was trying to prove a point. To make sure you were aware, the man you saw when you first entered is not what you're going to experience if you decide to become his responsibility." 

She took a moment before saying softly, "Jonathan was originally a slave, he is the first one to embrace both sides of the lifestyle. I was once his Trainer, he was my pupil and a better one than any Trainer could ever ask for."

My eyes must have widened as I heard, "When one truly understands both ends of the lash, they can spot the potential within. Jonathan, I nor it seems Takara have any doubt, you carry that desire inside. Now, it is up to you to make a decision that will change your life forever." She paused and then I heard, "Or if you will in the later years of your life wonder, what might have been. We will await your decision."

She called out, "Jonathan, will you please escort Gabrielle down to the car, it is waiting for her." He walked out of the kitchen, smiling at me, once again the congenial host as he took my arm. I didn't move immediately, his face showing a bit of confusion as I turned back to the Master Trainer. My eyes lowered as I took a deep shuddering breath.

"Yes, the answer is yes M'lady."

She smiled, nodding as I heard, "Jonathan will take you back downstairs. He will give you a call tomorrow giving you a timeframe for when you need to have your affairs in order and begin your training. Is that clear girl?"

I nodded in reply and she stood up. Her voice was not unkind but her eyes glowed as she said, "When one of your betters ask you a question, he or she desires a prompt, quick, courteous answer. In this case, the correct answer would be Yes Master Trainer, it is clear."

Once again I lowered my eyes, realizing my error as I replied, "Yes Master Trainer, it is clear."

She smiled as I heard, "Jonathan may not be so understanding Gabrielle, he will expect you to learn quickly and to never forget. You are dismissed." I felt once again his arm take mine, gently pulling me toward the door only to once again have me stop. I heard him chuckle as he simply shook his head, letting go of my arm as I turned. Somehow I knew that he was aware of what I desired.

"Master Trainer, may I please speak with Takara?"

A wave of her hand granted her approval as I quickly moved toward the kitchen, seeing the lovely oriental who opened her arms and I literally fell into them. My tears streamed silently down my face as she held me like one would a child, stroking my hair, soothing me until I regained my composure. I looked at her with tear filled eyes saying, "I can never express as beautifully in words what yours meant to me. I can never thank you enough Takara."

Her smile lit up the room as she leaned in close, her voice musical in my ear as I heard, "You will honor me and my words by embracing your service sister. Your journey will be hard and arduous, your training at times leaving you wondering why you would have ever decided upon the path you have chose. In the end though, with faith in your Trainer and his in you, I know you will blossom like the beautiful flower you can be."

It was minutes later that I found myself on the doorstep outside the townhouse, the long haired man looking at me, his eyes kind as he said, "I need to make sure you understand that beginning tomorrow, when the phone rings, I will be your Trainer. You will be my pupil and I will not accept anything but your very best. I train you to succeed, not to fail. At times you will curse my name. In the end though hopefully you will say my name with respect and with thanks." The door opened, he gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek and I was off.

I spent most of the next day taking care of menial things. The call to my work not really as bad as I had feared, my slot obviously easily replaced. I contacted the super of the building, announcing I would be leaving and when I said I would gladly leave my security deposit his attitude quickly changed. As I said, my meager belongings were best left to Goodwill though I did begin to pack some clothing and things for storage when the phone rang.

This time I managed to at least say hello, the familiar voice in return saying, "Girl, this is Jonathan. I hope you have used your day wisely?" I politely told him what I had achieved and he said, "Well done, how many additional days do you believe you will require to get your house in order?" 

I gave it a bit of thought, there really was very little left to do. "I would ask for two additional days Trainer, if that pleases you?"

"That will be sufficient. You will wait outside your building two nights hence, a vehicle will pick you up at precisely six p.m.. You should have already eaten, you will not be fed the first night. I will have a guest who will assist me in insuring your good health and that you are ready to begin." With that the phone line disconnected and I wondered what precisely that meant?

The two days passed quickly but by the appointed time arrived, I was nothing but a bundle of nerves. My small suitcase clutched in my hands, my body shivering though the night was not that cold. The driver was the same one as the last time, opening the door as the drive began. This time leading me to the man who seemed to hold my life in his hands.

When we arrived, the home was nothing auspicious, a simple two story building. I rang the doorbell, my heart beating what seemed to be a million beats a minute as the door was opened. A congenial face, an older man who smiled at me saying, "You must be the lovely Gabrielle, come in child." I blushed, returning his smile only to hear a familiar voice.

"Put your bag down, come to me girl." I quickly put down the baggage, moving toward the voice. "You remember how Takara presented herself, do so now." I had to think for a moment but I slowly fell to my knees, placing my hands on them, lowering my eyes. I felt the tap on my knee, his voice, "Part your knees, your owner should always be able to see what they own girl."

I blushed anew, hearing a chuckle from the older gentleman as he said, "She is a novice Jonathan, be kind." 

"I am a Trainer Doctor and kindness is not my goal." I shivered as I parted my knees as instructed, my short skirt rising a bit higher. Another tap, this time on my shoulder as I heard, "Sit up, straighten your back, you are a slave but you should show pride in being such. It is a noble position, act like it." I straightened as best I could, the position unfamiliar as I heard him say, "Your movements should be graceful, we will have to work on that. Now, rise girl."

I got to my feet, bringing a soft sigh from Jonathan, the move not exactly what he truly desired as he said simply, "Strip."

With that my head flew up, my eyes opening wide. I was rewarded with Jonathan's hand around my throat, a whimper escaping my lips as his face was literally inches from mine, his voice as cold as a winters night. "You need to understand something girl. When I speak, you listen. When I command, you obey. The word no is not in your vocabulary this day forward. I am granting you this one transgression without correction, the next time I will not be so forgiving. Strip."

With that he let go of my throat and I gasped for breath, falling to my knees. He turned his back, walking out of the room as the older man walked up, offering his hand. His voice was soft, kind as he spoke. "Gabrielle, you need to understand and do so quickly. If you obey, in the end you will be rewarded. If you disobey, you will be punished. Either way, his word is now yours to obey until you are sold. I am a Doctor, I have to examine you. Please do as he commands."

For a moment I almost ran for the door, the look in my eyes like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle, wondering if it was about to run me down. Instead with trembling fingers, I began to unbutton my blouse, folding the items carefully until I stood in the center of the room, as naked as the day I was born. This time when I blushed it covered my entire body.

I had not noticed, Jonathan had walked back into the room, the item which he had used to correct my posture still in his hand. I couldn't dare look into either of their eyes, not ashamed of my body but not used to showing it in such a brazen manner. This time when my Trainer neared me, I had to fight not to whimper, hoping his hand would not find my throat yet again. Instead it was the end of the cane as he lifted my chin and began to speak.

"Your body is no longer your own. For the next two weeks it belongs to me. If you are sold, it belongs to your owner. It is theirs to either clothe or not. You may wear a uniform, you may be dressed in business attire, you might find yourself with a collar and nothing else but it is not up to you, not anymore. Is that clear?"

"Yes Trainer, it is clear", and I heard a soft sigh escape the Doctor's mouth, afraid I would not reply in the correct manner.

"You have no formal training girl, I need to remember that but you need to remember I only have two weeks to do what normally takes six. Most those I have trained have been involved in the scene in someway. You are as the good Doctor said, a pure novice. It will be a long, difficult two weeks for you and it begins now. This is Doctor Andrews, he is a physician who will insure me that you are in adequate health to begin your training. He is to be treated with the same respect you show me. Failure to do so will bring about swift punishment. Is that clear?"

I once again repeated my litany as he nodded, again leaving us. The Doctor moved in close whispering, "We need to go into one of the bedrooms dear, I promise you are in good hands."  I couldn't help it, I had to smile, the gentleman trying so hard not to make this difficult for me. It was a fairly routine examination, a vial or two of blood drawn, tests that would need to be run. He kept up a running conversation, not requiring my own until bless him he actually blushed, saying he needed to do a more private examination.

He was kind, gentle but from the moment this journey started my body had been highly sexually charged. As he used his standard instruments I couldn't help it. I covered my mouth, muffling my scream as an orgasm hit me. To my embarrassment my pleasure squirted forth, hitting the poor mans glasses as he blinked and my body shuddered with the feelings. Bless his heart, he didn't say a word. He simply finished and then walked in the bathroom, bringing me a warm wash cloth which I gratefully accepted.

When it was over, he held the door open for me and I walked back into the main room only to hear. "Every single time you come into my vision after being away you will present yourself", and I quickly knelt as the Doctor took a seat next to Jonathan.

He cleared his throat before saying, "She is in prime condition, in good physical shape. I would advise a regimen of vitamins and I should have the blood work and tests back in a couple of days but I foresee no issues." He paused before speaking softly, "In addition, she is a highly sexual individual. The exam I gave her brought her to climax with no stimulation required." If I would have seen Jonathan's eyes rise and look at the Doctor I would have shuddered.

"She did this without permission?"

I could almost hear the sadness in the older mans voice as he replied, "That is correct Trainer."

Jonathan nodded, thanking the gentleman, walking him to the door before returning to stand over me. His voice though calm still told me of the error of my ways. "I told you before Your body, your pleasure, your pain is mine to control, no longer your own. I had hoped to spare you this but you leave me no choice. Lower your head to the floor girl, present yourself for my correction."

I did so, my entire body trembling as I heard, "When you are punished for your actions, you accept them as a gift from me and thus when I am done you will thank me. You will then kiss the object that is used to punish you. Do you understand girl?"

I couldn't help it, my voice trembled, my body shaking violently as I replied, "Yes Trainer, I understand."

The slash which landed across my bare bum was forceful, a cry escaping my lips as I bit down hard on my bottom lip. The pain was searing, like nothing I had ever felt before. To my dismay my desire once again rising, my body betraying me. I forced myself to lift my face, my eyes swimming with tears, my voice quivering, "Thank you for my correction Trainer."

Jonathan simply nodded, holding the cane forth as my trembling lips kissed it. He walked over, turning off the lights in the various rooms, giving me a moment to recover until returning. "Rise girl and follow behind me." I did so, my legs trembling as he moved deeper into the apartment, entering the master bedroom. He pointed toward the bathroom saying, "Attend to your needs and then return to the foot of the bed and present yourself.  I shall return shortly."

I didn't hear a question which required my response so I quickly obeyed, noticing their was no door on the bathroom, no privacy to be found even there. I hung my head, doing as I had been instructed before taking a quick glance in the mirror. My bottom showed a long, red angry line on it. Little did I know he had returned to the living room, finding the spot where I had knelt, seeing how the carpet was wet. A wry smile coming to his face.

When he walked back into the bedroom, I was presented only to hear him say, "Rise girl, on your stomach, on the bed." I couldn't help but think he was going to use me, to take me but instead I heard him say calmly, "This cream will assist in the healing. It will insure the mark will not only fade, it will leave no scar." I gritted my teeth as he was gentle but still the pressure against where the rattan had hit my flesh was tender indeed.

He finished and I couldn't stop it, my voice saying softly, "Thank you for your care Trainer." I thought he was fighting back a smile but I wasn't quite sure as he waved me off the bed, pointing to the floor where I saw a pallet, small pillow and thin blanket.  I laid down, pulling the meager covering over me. He turned off the light but I watched by shadows as he undressed. His body was muscular, his silhouette a vision as he slid into the luxurious looking bed. To my amazement, I fell asleep before he did.

To describe the next two weeks as a blur would be an understatement. Every day brought about punishment, or as he liked to say "corrections" to each of my attempts to please him. Clumsy was almost a compliment, my movements constantly berated as inadequate, my body soon marked by more than the cane. The touch of the flogger, the quirt, the cat, all were used to get the point across that only perfection would be accepted. 

Day after day I learned to present myself, how I should act, how I should walk, how I should react, how I should not speak, when I should speak. I was instructed in how to present a meal, how to serve tea, how to even properly polish silver. My mind reeled trying to drink in all the information he imparted upon me. Each task was graded and if found to be lacking, I would once again find myself on my knees, giving thanks as my body paid the price. 

It was day number ten when I sensed something was different, Jonathan having spoken on the phone as I cleaned. By now I was more comfortable in my own skin or at least I was until I heard him call me to present myself and I literally ran to the study. He sat there, his eyes taking in my presentation and it was one of those rare opportunities when he had nothing derogatory to say and I had come to accept his silence as praise. 

I knelt as he said calmly, "Tonight will be, different." I kept my silence, knowing what I needed to hear, if I needed to hear it would be said. If not it was none of my concern but tonight, it would be.

"We will have visitors tonight, we need to finally determine what type of slave you are. You will answer the door and you will greet the two by welcoming them to my home. They are guests here and are to be treated with respect, like all of your betters girl. For now though you need to go to the master bath. You will cleanse yourself thoroughly, wash your hair, make yourself presentable. You have one hour to do so. You are dismissed."

I moved quickly, not turning my back until I was out of view, a painful lesson I had learned as I obeyed. As I made my way into the bath, I saw some of my belongings from my suitcase laid out. Along side there were other items I would require, even some bath oils as I smiled. A soft sigh came forth as I enjoyed the luxury I had been allowed. The hot water so inviting as I entered the bath.

By the time I was done, I returned to find my Trainer. He was in the kitchen, opening a bottle of wine to breath as I presented myself to him. My head was bowed so I did not see the smile on his face, but I did hear him say, "You look beautiful girl."  

I blushed as I said softly, "I thank you for the gift of the bath. I hope I honor you and your house this night Trainer." 

Once again I missed the smile, my thanks done precisely as he had taught me as he said, "Take your hair from around your neck. Hold it up, do so now." I obeyed, moving my chestnut colored locks as my heart skipped a beat, feeling the leather circle me. "This is not a permanent collar but when we have visitors, they need to know that you are my property and if they abuse you, they answer to me."

He clicked the collar in place, the lock sounding as I shivered. I heard the doorbell ring and he simply motioned with his hand, the command understood., I went to the door opening it and for a second I forgot my place. Standing there was Takara and a stranger, a young oriental man. Her warm smile greeted me as I remembered, falling to my knees, saying, "Welcome to the home of my Trainer Miss and Sir. Will you please come in?"

Both of them walked past me as Jonathan arrived, greeting them as I remained in place until I heard that I should prepare and serve the wine. I hurried to the kitchen, pouring three wineglasses, taking the crystal serving tray and walking carefully back in the room where the trio were waiting. I remembered how beautifully my sister had served and I tried my best to honor her as she had requested. I finished my presentation only to hear her say softly, "Trainer, you have brought her far. Thank you for the privilege of allow my brother and I to assist you this night."




The Auction Block



Jonathan smiled saying, "Akura, you should find everything you need in the second bedroom on the right."  With that he rose, giving a slight bow to his host before going in, returning shortly with a large bag as I waited in my proper position. "Takara, my charge is unaware of what will transpire tonight, would you care to explain it to her, please?"

She stood, walking over, her voice softly saying, "Girl, look at me." I lifted my eyes, seeing the seriousness in hers. 

"Tonight we will test you in three ways. Your Trainer has asked my brother to join us. He is a artist in the use of Japanese rope bondage, a talent many owners now enjoy their slaves being portrayed in. We will also test your pain limits. You have been corrected by your Trainer but this pain will be utilized to provide greater pleasure. Finally we test your ability to control your own body, for your pleasure tonight belongs to my brother and I. If you find it without permission, I shall correct you. Do you understand girl?:

I answered without pause, "Yes Miss and I thank you and your brother for assisting in my training. I am honored to be in such excellent hands."

She smiled, my heart warming as I saw Jonathan do the same though I saw a grin on Takara's brothers face as he pulled out a long length of purple rope. His voice was powerful saying "On your stomach girl." I quickly obeyed, my body already trembling, the feeling of being bound one of many things I had missed for oh so very long. 

This was like nothing else I had ever felt before. The softness of the rope, they way it shaped my body as he took what normally might be considered a traditional hog tie and turned it into a work of art. Akura worked his magic, his sister now kneeling by my face, stroking it gently as I moaned softly.

Takara's voice was soft, barely a whisper in my ear as I heard, "Now we will see if my thoughts on you are true little one." She held forth a pair of clover clamps, rolling me gently on my side as she began to suckle at my breasts. It was madness, her mouth causing me to gasp, to moan, to whimper as my arousal grew.. Suddenly she allowed the sharp edges to bite into my nipples and a muffled scream was drowned out by her mouth on mine. The kiss was passionate as I felt another clamp, her brothers hands between my legs, finding my already enflamed clit. It too embraced the pain the two would have me suffer.

She rolled me tenderly back over onto my stomach, my body shuddering with the sensations that flooded it. Our two guests disrobed, their bodies so beautiful, my eyes taking in the vision as they positioned themselves. Her smile beckoned as I heard, "Remember girl, you must control yourself, your body, your desire" as she silently nodded to her sibling and with a single stroke he buried himself in me.

I cried out, the sound a mixture of surprise and pure joy as it had been so long since anyone had touched me in such a manner. He filled me wonderfully and as my body responded, I knew how difficult it would be to obey my command. Little did I know that Trainer and Takara were well aware of that. She grabbed my hair, pulling my face into her sex, forcing me as I used my mouth to serve my new owner. At least for this one night.

The two of them kept at their tasks. The only sounds those of my frantic efforts to please the beautiful woman I had met the first night while her brother took from me what he desired. Suddenly I felt it, the beginning of my orgasm. I tried to move, to speak but Takara's hands though small, held tight in my hair. I was helpless as my body jerked in my bonds, my pleasure squirting forth for all to see. Unknowing that Trainer and the young woman exchanged a smile.

From there it became a myriad of emotions, from shame, to pleasure, to pain but more importantly, a burning desire to please. I felt the man inside me swell, his need strong, his desire rising. With his own cry, he filled me just as his sisters body rode my face hard, her own pleasure spilling forth. I drank greedily from the delicious nectar until all three of us were left spent. Our bodies covered in sweat, though I still was on the edge of the precipice. The restraints, the clamps, everything leaving me with eyes glazed over at what has just transpired.

It took Takara a moment but she stood, walking over, picking up the dreaded cane before returning. Her hand found my hair, pulling it sharply as I whimpered. "Pleasure comes at a price girl, you were warned", as she knelt beside me and my head hung down. Where the first night I took only one lash, this night the number was multiplied by ten. For such a diminutive figure, she knew how to wield the instrument well. By the time she was finished it was difficult but I managed to somehow remember to thank her and kiss that which had brought me so much pain and to my shame, pleasure.

I was helpless, the tears streaming down my face, my body betraying me as I lay in a pool of my own desire. My tormentor's words had been prophetic, I was indeed all three things she had seen in me the first night we met. The bonds were removed, the clamps as well. Though he was not large in stature, Takara's brother picked me up like a rag doll, carrying me easily into Jonathan's room. He laid me down gently on the bed as his sister smiled, motioning him away.

She sat beside me, stroking my hair, wiping my tear stained cheeks as my body continued to tremble. The raw emotion of what had just transpired like nothing I had ever dreamed nor fantasized about. Her voice was soothing, like a balm as I felt her hands gently roll me onto my stomach. The same compound Jonathan having used on me before applied. "You honored your Trainer well with your actions tonight little one. I could see it in his eyes, hear it in his words. He is pleased though I know you might believe otherwise." 

Once again it was like she could see right through me. I should not have been surprised as she smiled, seeing the look in my eyes. "I felt the same way when Jonathan trained me. He told me I was as clumsy as an ox, that he was surprised I was able to walk upright." I couldn't help it, I giggled, knowing the feeling as she laughed before continuing. "In the end though, I became what I had always desired to be, a woman who can serve in the home and in the bedroom. I see in you, more talents than I will ever achieve."

I started to speak but she put a finger to my lips as she took my hand, pulling me gently from the bed toward the bath. She began to fill the tub, taking scents and lotions from under the sink, helping lower me into the tub. I couldn't help it, I cried out as my body reacted to the hot water and my fevered skin. Once again her calming touch helped until finally I closed my eyes as she began to speak anew.

"Please know I am happy in my service sister. You carry three traits, all of them greatly desired by many but very few of us are all of these things. They will carry you to your greatest desire. You have worked hard, your training nears its completion. The only thing left is to find your place as I hope to my own when the sale comes in less than one weeks time." My eyes must have opened wide as she smiled. "Yes, we are both to be auctioned off on the same evening Gabrielle."

That night, after having bid our guests goodnight I found myself kneeling at the foot of the bed. My body was gently swaying as I struggled to keep my eyes open. The day, the events finally having taken their toll, my body was demanding rest. I felt the hands which gently picked me up, my eyes slowly fluttering open. It was a soothing voice who said, "Rest girl, our time grows short" as I was lowered into the comforts of my Trainers bed, The down comforter pulled over me as I embraced my sleep. Jonathan moved to sit in a chair by the window, his eyes on me, his thoughts...the same.

For the next few days, I found life to be simple. My body attuned to the needs of the gentleman who resided here. I knew how he desired his coffee. How he wished for his home to look. How he enjoyed having certain simple tasks performed. As I did so, I found purpose in my actions and a smile playing on my lips. With each passing second, I began to understand more and more what my Trainer had said that first night. "You are a slave, take pride in being such."

It was the last day that I heard the familiar voice beckon and I moved quickly, presenting myself only to hear a kind voice say softly, "Look at me Gabrielle." I raised my eyes, the look of the smile on his face causing my heart to race as he began to speak. "Tonight, you will experience the auction block. People will view you, they will touch you, they will perhaps speak to you. You know that your answers should be kept short, to the point and as always spoken with respect."

"Yes Trainer."

He nodded before continuing, "This will be our last day together. I know you have questions. I am granting you this opportunity to ask them. You will speak as a free woman for the last time until you desire your service to come to an end. For the next few minutes, you are simply Gabrielle and I am simply Jonathan. Ask what your heart wishes to know."

I had many questions but I did not dare to push the boundaries of the gift I had been given. I took a deep breath before saying, "I have only two questions of you M'lord." His smile as he knew that I couldn't call him by his first name, it would almost sound like sacrilege. "Do you think I will find an owner this night who truly desires to purchase me?"

His eyes reflected back on my own as I listened to him say, "I've had two weeks to prepare you for this night. I have heard many speak to me that such is folly, that you are sure to fail. That it was an impossible task from the start." His silence for a moment weighing heavy on me until.

"Tonight you will find that a woman as unique, rare, beautiful and as talented as you will shine more brightly than any gem. More so than any diamond, ruby or emerald ever will. I will stake my reputation as a Trainer, you will be found to be more than desirable, you will find yourself treasured by an Owner.".

My heart soared, my eyes filling with tears but then I remembered what my second question would be and I didn't know if I could bring the words forth. Instead, he did so for me.

"I have not touched you Gabrielle, not used you in the way a man would a woman simply because to do so would change the events of not only your life but mine as well. I am a Trainer, you are my pupil. As your years in service continue, I need you to know I am always there for you. If you need my counsel, my thoughts, my advice I will freely give them. I told you from the first, when our time came to an end, I hoped it would be with you having respect for me. Now, I return the favor",. as to my surprise he stood and bowed low.

I could not help it, the tears flowing freely now as he offered me his hand, the sound of the doorbell as he motioned. Wiping away my tears I moved to open it. I knelt quickly, my voice soft. "Welcome Master Trainer and sister to our humble home." The dark haired woman and her servant entered, Jonathan warmly greeting them both as I waited until I was called to his side.

He held in his hands a black silk blindfold which he put around my eyes. "You are not to remove this until you are instructed to girl. If it is removed, you will keep your eyes shut tightly. You will not open them, not until I say that you may. Do I make this absolutely clear little one?"

"Yes Trainer, as you wish so it shall be."

Seconds later I felt a long coat being placed over my shoulders, hands buttoning it and then the front door opening. A soft hand took mine as I found myself outside for the first time in two weeks. I took in the feel of the sunshine on my face for a brief moment until I was assisted into a car. The ride seemed to take forever but finally I was almost tenderly pulled from the vehicle.

I was led to a room where the coat was removed and I felt hands touching me. A garment being put on my body, then being led to a chair. Gentle touches in my hair, on my face, as I relaxed, feeling safe. The slight scent telling me it is that of the same girl who wielded the cane not so many days ago. I remembered my place, not saying a word, simply trusting the people who have taken me down the path. Helping me embrace who I am.

The Trainers words were spoken, the blindfold removed but I kept my eyes tightly shut, as I felt the caress of a brush, makeup being applied until once again a small hand took mine. The two of us walking together until we finally came to a stop.

"Girl, you may open your eyes now."

When I opened them it took me a moment to focus. The vision in the mirror of not one, but two geishas, dressed in the formal gowns, our hair and makeup matching. Takara's smile was one of pure delight as both the Trainers advanced upon us, the elder saying, "Present yourself." We moved into position, only then noticing the auction number before us. A single number.

It was Jonathans voice that we heard as he spoke. "Both of you are for me my crowning achievement. I could ask for no less than perfection and I see it kneeling before me now. You are indeed sisters in mind, in body and in spirit if not in family. The Master Trainer agreed that splitting you up would be a crime as well as a sin. You belong together and you will be sold together. Whatever house claims you, takes a piece of me as well. You are both forever in my heart." 

Takara and I knelt obediently and the doors were opened. Those who would bid came forth and the adventure began.

THE END



If you would please take the time to rate my story and even comment on my works I would be greatly appreciative. I hope my words found favor in your eyes.

For those of you who might be interested there is a companion piece for this as written from a male slaves point of view, with an added twist. It is entitled What Price Desire...

J.