3 comments/ 39853 views/ 39 favorites Cleo's Fall By: CleoRa Note: While most of my posts are non-fiction, this one is not. My husband and I frequently share role-playing to spice-up our sex lives, and I've often shared some of my early fantasies with him when we do. He suggested I compile my early sexual fantasies into a story and submit it as a post here. I've outgrown many of these but still remember them well and how I enjoyed play-acting in my mind as a younger girl. This is a first installment of my alter-ego, Cleo. If it's well received, I will follow it with others. Thanks for my "favored author and stories" fans of previous posts. Cleo Chapter 1 Cleo watched Ralph stuff papers into his attaché case with the same sloppy abandon he approached every job, large or small. As usual, he wasn't watching what he was doing, staring at a tall well-developed blond sitting with her skirt hiked above her knees. The woman looked up and caught him staring, reddened, and attempted to pull her hem down. Ralph gave no indication he was aware of her embarrassment, fixing his beady little eyes hungrily on her crotch. Such a disgusting slob, Cleo thought as she observed him lick his moist fat lips. She'd been working for Ralph Edwards for almost a month and had suffered in silent humiliation each time he'd stared at her in the same manner. He was an overbearing, fat ugly little troll with a nasty word for almost everybody. When the company downsized recently, her old boss had been let go and Ralph asked for her - by name. Needing the job to help with escalating expenses she and her new husband Mike had acquired lately, she'd stifled her anxieties and accepted. Then last week at the last moment, Ralph had substituted her name in place of his old secretary, to accompany him on the company's annual conference in Chicago. Mike hadn't been all that pleased about her being gone for a full week, but he would also have to go out of town as soon as she returned, so he couldn't complain too much. Besides, he knew how much they needed the money. Ralph followed her onto the elevator as usual and she suspected it was because he was watching her butt. Tired as she was, she didn't care much. Cleo had been an aspiring model when she met Mike in college and they suddenly decided to get married. There were many who thought she could make it big in the business, too. At nineteen, she was five-seven, slim, amply busted, long tapered legs, and as her high school friends had always said, a fantastic ass that looked great in blue jeans. She'd kept her blonde hair long because Mike liked it that way. Throughout her high school years she had dated the "nice" boys in school -- the most popular jock types. Mike easily fell into that category. He was good looking, athletic and well mannered. Just the type boy she was used to being around while growing up. It was natural that she would end up marrying someone like that. Secretly though, it'd always been the rough-talking, rude crowd from the other side of town that had excited her the most, made her give way to erotic, yet unfulfilled and frustrating fantasies. Cleo didn't know what it was that drew her to dominant, coarse-mannered men. Her father had been like that, both of his brothers, too. She'd been terrified of them all. She could be strong enough with other women, but when it came to powerful abusive men, she suddenly lost her voice and her strong will. She hated it when she turned into a stammering little fool around them, and supposed it was one of the reasons she hadn't told Ralph to take his job and shove it. Every time she got up her nerve, he growled at her and her knees turned to rubber; causing her to timidly withdraw back inside herself. The feeling she experienced was like a mixture of excitement and revulsion that never failed to confuse her. She couldn't understand it, because just thinking of his pudgy disgusting hands touching her in an intimate way, caused her to shiver with revulsion. "Cold, sweetheart?" Ralph wheezed out his breathless little laugh, draping his arm over her bare shoulders. She jumped away, letting his arm fall back to his side, as she pulled her thin sweater over her bare shoulders. Laughing again, he followed her into her room, her face flaming. He dumped the briefcase onto the bed. "Go through those papers and categorize them by tomorrow's meeting." Cleo nodded mutely, avoiding his eyes. She was wearing a mid-thigh, strapless summer dress and two-inch heels that showed off her tanned thighs. Over her perfect shoulders, she wore the soft Kashmir wool sweater Mike had bought for her last birthday. The room's air conditioner felt cold after the warmness of the hotel lobby. She shivered again. Then, suddenly self-conscious, she slumped slightly forward, aware that even though she wore a silk bra beneath her sweater, it was thin and she was aware the coldness of the room made her nipples stick out. Without warning, Ralph took a long stride forward, reached out and grasped one erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing firmly. Caught totally by surprise, she stiffened as the sudden pain of it registered, attempting to pull away. He grinned nastily, applying even more pressure, then more, until she became rigid, shocked into inaction to avoid any more pain. They stood that way for a full minute as he, with an almost clinical detachment, rolled her nipple between his pudgy fingers, periodically giving it a gentle but firm tug. She realized she was emitting small sounds of pain from her lips and tried to stifle them, sensing that he was somehow enjoying her discomfort. Confused and terrified, Cleo's eyes darted to the door. Ralph laughed softly. "Sure. Go ahead and try it, Sweetheart. You'll leave your tit in my hand if you do." Ralph suddenly pulled more firmly on her breast, forcing her to come closer. Eyes squeezed shut, breathing only through her mouth she could feel her heart pounding wildly within her chest. Cleo was terrified, yet unable to react, entirely immobile. Seeing she wasn't going to cause him any trouble, Ralph smiled and grasped her other erect nipple, slowly twisting it too. This time he was rewarded by a low pitiful moan of pain, and a soft ". . . please . . ." He silently observed her expression; her tortured breathing, her tightly clinched eyes as he slowly rolled both nipples between his fingers. Suddenly, he squeezed harder and heard her grunt, seeing her knees buckle slightly from the sudden pain. That excited him – a lot. He studied her long eyelashes, the delicate line of her aristocratic nose, and her full, moist, pouty lips – the pink tip of her tongue flickering across them. She was the most delectable thing he'd ever had working for him, in fact, that he'd ever seen. He rolled both her nipples some more, listening to her labored breathing grow louder, a panicky quality leaking through. Cleo was scared and confused. Something was happening that she couldn't explain. A strange feeling was slowly spreading throughout her body, culminating in that damp spot between her long tapered legs, threatening to overcome her fear and despair. Each time he pinched her nipple harder, it was like a thousand small electric shocks shooting through her body. Like tiny little . . . orgasms. It was exquisite. She groaned softly. Ralph quickly recognized the subtle change in her breathing, laughing coarsely. It sounded loud and crisp in the silent room. Damn, he'd been right about her all along. She was one of those who wanted to be treated like a whore. She may not even know it yet, but she did. He couldn't believe his luck. He could always spot 'em though. Just figure out the right buttons to push and they'd follow you around like a whipped little puppy dog. He slid one hand under her sweater, forcing it beneath her cup, lifting her bra over the top of her breasts while forcing her to remain frozen by his grasp of her other nipple. He slowly rubbed her bare nipple with the soft palm of his warm hand. She moaned quietly in humiliation, clinching her eyes tighter. After a few more minutes of enduring her discomfort, Cleo felt him loosen her left breast, placing one hand on her shoulder and firmly forcing her downward. She resisted, her legs trembling with effort, but he steadily pushed her downward. Ralph seemed terribly strong despite his flab. Finally, maybe because she realized she had no choice anyway, but not fully understanding why, she quit struggling and just sank all the way to her knees. The rug felt rough and hard on her bare skin, but she hardly felt it because Ralph was now gently tugging on both nipples again, rolling them around against his fingertips. She was having difficulty simply with the act of breathing, her heart hammering so hard in her chest, that it was all she could hear. Then above the pounding of her racing heart, accompanied only by his deep, ragged breathing, and the ringing in her ears, Ralph's zipper sounded loud in the quiet room. She clinched her eyes tighter as she caught a whiff of male musk. Please, oh please, no. His voice cut through the cold. "Lick it." No! Her brain screamed. "Do it right now or I'll pull that hard little tit off." The hold on her nipple tightened a bit and his hard commanding voice left no room for disobedience. No! She couldn't do that! God, how could he force her to do something like that? This was rape! He'd go to jail! She clinched her eyes tighter, his musky smell growing stronger as he shifted forward, moving closer toward her face. After a moment, as if she had no will of her own, she slowly opened her eyes and a scant four inches in front of her face was Ralph's erect purple cock. Stunned, she gasped! It was . . . huge! Although it was no longer than Mike's, it was unbelievably thick, nearly as large as her wrist. God was it ever fat! Twice as thick as any she'd ever seen. In truth, except for pictures in various magazines, she'd only seen Mike's penis, but she realized this one was simply abnormal. The huge fat knob at the end of Ralph's dick was startling – terrifying – filling her with instant dread. The entangled fingers in her hair, twisted slightly. "Do it, you precious little bitch," he whispered hoarsely. "Just think of it as a wonderful tasting ice cream cone and lick it all over." He tugged her hair just hard enough that she felt a slight discomfort, but she knew more would follow if she tried to hold out. Terrified to her core, whimpering softly, she still attempted to draw back from the fleshy monster jerking up-and-down in front of her face, but he tightened his grip, this time causing her to cry out in real pain. Her heart was hammering so loudly it threatened to deafen her now, nearly exploding inside her chest. She gasped for breath, fighting for oxygen. She wanted to scream at him, hit him, make him let her go, but she couldn't get out a single word, as she tried unsuccessfully to get her breathing under control. Ralph applied more pressure to her hair, and tears stung her eyes. Pulling on her hair, he forced her to inch forward. Her mind flooded with too much pain to resist further, she finally opened her mouth, stuck out her pink tongue, and . . . licked the tip. She was surprised it didn't make her instantly ill. Without having to be told, she did it again. The cock felt spongy against her tongue and tasted a little salty, but other than that, it was not nearly as unpleasant as she'd expected. "That's it, my sweet little whore. Lick it all over now." His voice was hoarse and he applied just a hint of pressure to her hair to let her know he was still in control. No one had ever called her a whore in her entire life, and she felt like biting him, but fearful of the pain he could cause her, she continued licking as if she had no will of her own. Cleo was more scared than she'd ever been in her life. She was terrified of this pudgy little man who had once been her boss - and was now seemingly her – what? Rapist – Captor - Master? Following the pressure of his hands, she licked down his fat cock to his hairy sacs, under it and back up the thick vane on the bottom - all the way to the silver drop of nectar at its tip. Her heart, still pounding uncontrollably, threatened to explode from her chest. She was trembling almost violently, shaking all over, her legs especially. Fear - confusion – excitement, mixed up inside her head. Then without having to be instructed further, she simply opened her mouth and enveloped the fat spongy head completely. She held it there for a moment, savoring the feeling, the taste – her helplessness - and then she sucked it deep into her throat, instinctively lashing it with her tongue as it passed by. That caused Ralph to moan softly, which gave her a confusing sense of power that insinuated itself into her fear. "Oh, you pretty little cunt," he said softly. "Only someone who truly loves cock can suck one like that." Although she hated his name for her, and the tone of absolute ownership in his voice, she felt a strange sense of pride for the words. He held her head between his fat hands as he slowly fucked in and out of her pretty, pouted mouth as though it was a pussy. She felt humiliated, dirty – unaccountably thrilled. What is happening to me? She clutched her thighs tightly and felt an immense wetness there. Sliding them together, she rubbed her slick, swollen clit between them. Moaning, she redoubled efforts with mouth, teeth, and tongue, hearing a grunt of satisfaction from above her. Ralph pushed her head away until his cock slipped from her mouth with a loud sucking noise. Holding her at bay for a moment, her greedily sucking mouth working just a scant inch from his throbbing cock, she looked like a dying fish attempting to reach the water she was starving for. Frustrated by his denial, Cleo moaned as though in agony, pushing back against his restraining hands. She squirmed, sticking her tongue out as far as possible, still trying to lick the fat spongy head. She barely succeeded in touching its throbbing tip, rewarded as pre-cum stung her tongue. Unaccountably, it was like life-giving nectar to her hungry mouth - something she desperately needed. The fat cock jerked twice right in front of her face, as Ralph groaned again. Then with a long desperate groan, he grabbed the sides of her head and roughly jammed his fat cock down her throat, lodging it, holding it there. She felt his cock jerking deep in her throat, and her own muscles hungrily massaging its fat head. She gagged violently, backed off a bit, but then slid it back into her open throat, slick saliva running down her pert chin, dripping onto her breasts. He dropped his hands, no longer forcing her – just leaving his cock lodged in her milking throat all the way to the base, his wiry groin hair tickling her nose. Her slobbers now fell in a steady stream, landing on her knees, her thighs, making her shiver with delight. Ralph's throbbing cock was so thick, there was barely room for her to continue sliding her hungry tongue around its incredible base, so she stopped trying, just keeping up a steady suction as more pre-cum began to flow. Its thick, syrupy substance completely coated her tongue. She swallowed it with gusto, hungry for whatever followed. She was nearly out of her mind now. Wanting it - needing it. Desperate for whatever came next. What was happening to her? Ralph suddenly stiffened, gripping the sides of her face again, this time, even harder. She knew what was going to happen next. She couldn't stop it if she wanted to. He would just use her mouth, and she would have to accept that which was inevitable. In her mind's-eye, she could almost see the thick white substance Mike's orgasm left in her vagina - the same stuff that would now be filling her mouth, sliding down her throat. The vision was so nasty it made her shudder violently. She had never tasted a man's sperm before. Would it be salty? Make her ill? Doomed to drink this repulsive little man's hot sperm, she simply accepted it, taking him in until his groin hairs again touched her nose. She was instantly rewarded with a mouth full of thick scalding cream. Gush after gush quickly followed, spurting like a hose, hitting the back of her throat, sticking there. It swirled around her tongue, coated the roof of her mouth, clinging momentarily before sliding over her quivering tonsils to pool in the pit of her soft belly. The bitter taste made her gag at first, but she swallowed it frantically, feeling lumps of it slide downward, dropping into her belly like molten drops of hot lava. Something was happening to her she couldn't explain. Suddenly wanting it all she reached up and grasped his fat ass-cheeks, pulling him even deeper down her convulsing throat, holding his thick cock in place. She withered frantically beneath him, thrusting her pelvis upward as though inviting a fantastic invisible cock to ruthlessly invade it. None did, but she couldn't stop herself from moving. During the entire ordeal, she'd been totally unprepared for her own reaction. This thick, strange cum was like sweet nectar, ambrosia, something she instantly knew she'd craved her entire life - forced to be subservient - to kneel before her ugly master - taking his nasty cock in her mouth - tasting his vile cum. She moaned pitifully, swallowing every drop, sucking, licking, seeking more, desperate for all of his hot cream. The seemingly endless gobs of thick cum finally subdued, and eventually satisfied, Ralph attempted to move away from her greedily sucking mouth. Cleo wasn't satisfied even yet. She whimpered softly, gripping his clenched ass cheeks, continuing to hold him deep inside her clinging mouth - not licking or sucking any longer, just holding his cock there as though reluctant to let go. Unable to look at him throughout the ordeal, Cleo still tightly clenched her eyes. As long as she kept them closed and didn't look at this repulsive little man whom she had just been forced to suck off, she could shut out her own wanton actions; refuse to acknowledge them. Until then she was safe from her own guilt. Mike was the only man she'd had sex with up to now. A few times she had let Mike put it in her mouth for a couple of moments, but never to completion. She had never wanted to do that and out of respect for her, he'd never demanded it. He was just too nice, a small voice in her mind acknowledged, with distain. Ralph stood still, letting her hold his thick meat in her mouth, as he stroked her silky blond hair, staring down at her closed eyes as she lovingly mouthed his softening cock. He seemed fixated by what she was doing, closely watching as she gently glided her cum-slimy lips over and around its tender head while lightly scratching his hairy ass with her long painted nails. Except for a few tear-tracks of mascara streaking her pretty face, her make-up was still perfect, lips red and pouty, long eyelashes covering her tightly-clinched eyes. Ralph thought she looked like one of those high-priced models you see in fashion magazines – with the exception of his thick cock buried deeply inside her white throat. He could clearly make out its thick outline under her creamy skin. That sent another thrill through him, causing his cock to jerk, thickening as it started filling with blood again. For several moments they remained that way – her, with a reluctance to stop the manipulations of his thick cock - him, overcome by the erotic sight of this beautiful, cold, young beauty expertly licking his genitals. The effect was finally too much for him, and soon he responded more quickly, stiffening against her warm soft tongue. "You beautiful greedy little bitch," he whispered softly. "You pathetic little cocksucker." In answer, she moaned softly in protest of his name for her, but kept sucking and licking as he continued to grow until he was just as hard as before. Throughout its metamorphose – from hard-to-soft and from soft-back-to-hard – Ralph's thick cock never varied much in size. Almost lovingly, she slid her hands under his hairy vane-lined sacks, now holding his large balls in the palms of her soft hands, feeling them draw upward as his excitement returned. She licked, sucked, and softly bit the head of his cock for the next five minutes. The only sound in the room was their ragged breathing and occasionally, a soft moan. Suddenly Ralph's cock jerked rapidly in her throat and he groaned loudly, roughly pushing her away from his throbbing cock. Off balance, she tumbled onto her back, staring up at him wide-eyed – partly in fear of his action, but also with something like anticipation – as if daring him. Cleo's Fall Ch. 02 The next morning when she met Ralph in the hotel coffee shop before work, he acted as though nothing had happened. At first she did her best to avoid his eyes, but then, actually became a little miffed that he'd thought so little of what they'd done the previous evening that he wouldn't acknowledge her the following morning. She was sore everywhere and he didn't even seem to care. In anger, she thought, Fuck you, Ralph! You . . . fat slob! At 10:00 A.M., he told her to load the papers into the trunk of his rental car. He curtly told her they were going to drive to another hotel conference room for a presentation. As Ralph drove, she sat as far away from him in the big Lincoln sedan as possible, pressing her side against the opposite door. He was the most repulsive man she'd ever met, making her skin crawl being this close to him. She shuddered with revolution as she remembered the awful things he had forced her to do last night. Well, maybe forced wasn't exactly the word once they'd gotten started but, at first, he'd made her do it. She hated this evil little man and promised herself that somehow she would forget it'd ever happened. She vowed that as soon as they returned home, she would resign and that would be the end of it. She would leave right now except for the fact that Ralph had held onto the airline tickets, and she knew there wasn't enough in their personal bank account to buy another one. Once home though, she'd quit the job. Money wasn't this important. One thing was for certain, what had happened last night would never happen again. That was final. She had Mike to think about. Besides that, she was still worried about being off the pill. "Been thinking about us fucking last night?" His words jolted her back to reality. She glanced over at him and saw he was leering at her. "Bet you're a little sore today, huh? Especially that tender little asshole. Hell, I'm sore! Never been in one so tight." She jerked her face back to the front and stared straight ahead, determined to ignore his vulgar remarks. No one had ever spoken to her in that manner. What she couldn't ignore was the images his words provoked inside her head. She glanced sideways at Ralph and visibly shuddered, her tender nether-ring clinching at the image. Ralph must have guessed what she was thinking about because he smirked. Last night he'd made her feel like a whore. Now, he only made her feel sick. "Come over here and take care of this. We don't have much time." She glanced over before she could stop herself. Ralph had unzipped his trousers and removed his thick cock, the fat crown looking like a large mushroom. It was stiff and throbbing, staring back at her with its one glistening eye. "Come on girl! Get your ass over here." She shook her head in denial. "No, I won't do that again, Ralph. What happened last night was an aberration. It can't ever happen again. It won't happen again!" "Look at it, Cleo." She ignored him, her chin pointed straight ahead. "Look at it damn you!" he growled viscously. Suddenly, she was just a frightened little rabbit again. Terrified, she did as he ordered. Ralph's cock was so hard it was almost purple. Large veins lined the shaft, causing its gigantic knob to jerk and throb. The blood-filled vein running along the bottom was every bit as large as her small finger. A silver drop of nectar had already formed at its spongy tip. As she stared at it uncontrollably, without knowing, she unconsciously licked her dry lips. Ralph laughed lewdly and a familiar, unwanted thrill shot through her loins. "Think about how nasty you acted. How it felt sliding over your tongue last night, sweetie. Think about how it coated your lips, tasting like warm cream to a hungry kitten as you lapped it up like you were starved. Makes your mouth water, don't it?" She jerked her head away, back to looking out the window on her side of the car, the roaring growing louder in her ears and the beating of her heart jarring against her ribcage. No! She wouldn't let him do this to her! Not anymore! Her mind was quickly betraying her however, as vivid pictures from the previous evening flashed through it, causing her breath to come in shorter gasps. She caught herself licking her dry lips again as she heard Ralph chuckle, laughing at her vain attempts, and hating him even more. "You're sure you're not interested? You absolutely sure you don't want to kiss it goodbye, maybe even lick it a little - slide it slowly over your tongue - feel it shoot a thick load into your beautiful, hungry, sucking little mouth? Okay, that's fine, Cleo. Didn't hurt to try though, did it?" He started forcing the stiff organ back inside his trouser as Cleo uttered a small sound, her hand shooting out involuntarily. Ralph paused, a knowing smirk on his lips. "What was that? I didn't hear that." "Wait," she muttered softly. "Wait? You said you don't want it. Why wait?" Ralph looked bemused. She hated him for it, but her need was growing stronger by the heartbeat and suddenly that was the only thing that mattered. "Well shit, do you want to kiss it or don't you? I ain't got all day. We'll be there soon and I can't walk around with a boner, all day." "I want it," she heard her own traitorous mouth muttering softly. "What? I don't think I heard that either." Ralph was smiling thinly, like he'd known all along what she'd do. "I want to do it," she said it a little louder, this time. "Do what?" Ralph made as if to stuff his rigid cock back inside again. This time she didn't hesitate, scooting closer. "No, wait! I do . . . want to suck your cock. Lick it . . . suck it . . . whatever you want me to do." She sounded pathetic, completely resigned to her fate. "Then get your worthless ass over here and do it, before I don't let you," he growled. She hesitated for just another instant, but his hard tone had finally jolted her into action. Terrified by the boundary she was about to cross, but growing terribly excited, she slid over, reached out, and grasped it - her small hand appearing like a child's against its thickness. As she lowered her head, she took a deep whiff of male musk before she took as much of his cock down her throat as she could on the very first try. Savoring the velvety texture as it slid over her tongue, she tasted the drop of pre-cum that had formed on the slit, feeling her toes curl with pleasure. It was like a strong drug, nearly making her swoon from the now familiar sensation. The large bibulous head bumped against the back of her throat, lodged there, gagging her for an instant, but then popped through like it already knew where it was going. Suddenly, she had her nose buried in Ralph's thick pubic hair. She'd taken it all on the very first try and was nearly climaxing from the sheer pleasure of its fullness stuffing her throat. Imagining her throat to be like a deep vagina she held it there, completely buried, using her throat muscles to milk it gently. She immediately tasted more of his bodily fluids, sweet, thick. Ralph sighed loudly. "What a fine little cocksucker you're going to be, Cleo," he whispered hoarsely. "I believe you'd keep a cock in your mouth all day if I'd let you, wouldn't you?" It was something she hadn't known about herself before last night, but he was right of course. She would. She loved the taste of it, the musty smell, velvety softness - especially the nastiness of the act itself. She loved it all, everything about it. She sucked harder, wanting it as she'd never wanted anything in her life. The only reality that mattered was this very moment, wanting to feel Ralph spurt hot semen down her hungry throat. She felt as if she could cum just by him doing that. As Ralph stopped at traffic lights, Cleo could hear pedestrians crossing the street a few feet from their car, wondering if they, or the cars next to them, could see what she was doing. Her fears were confirmed a moment later as the loud motor of a big truck pulled up beside them at an intersection and a coarse voice shouted. "Go for it baby! When you finish there, I got one too!" Her ears flamed and she tried to pull back, but Ralph used one hand to hold her head firmly in place. "Keep sucking, bitch. And hurry, we're almost there." She could feel his bloated cock throbbing beneath her tongue, twitching as she brushed the thick head with her tonsils, loving every second of it. She gently cupped his hairy sacs in one of her tiny hands and Ralph groaned loudly, causing her to redouble her efforts, running her tongue along the thick vein underneath, nibbling, sucking, licking. "Ah, suck it you little ass-slut. Suck it dry! Remember, it's been up your ass, too. How nasty is that?"" At his remarks, Cleo actually felt her pussy squirt with tiny climaxes. She sucked even harder on the thick piece of meat ramming down her throat. After about another moment, she felt Ralph's body stiffen, heard him catch his breath and knew what was coming next. An instant later he was coating her mouth with thick gobs of bitter cum. It came out in lumps, fast, steady, unending. The sticky substance stuck to the roof of her mouth, coating it, pushing against her sealed lips as she hungrily struggled to swallow it all. Ralph moaned, humping against her face as he admonished her to not soil his trousers with any spilt semen. Almost too quickly, the hot stream dwindled to a few hot, thin drops. He sighed, letting her know that he was through, but her lips still clamped tightly to his thickness, sucking more gently now, but still reluctant to release it. Finally, he had to literally force her hungry mouth off his flaccid cock. "Jeeze, baby. You are one horny little ass-slut. Once you get going, you don't want to stop. I'll see you after the conference tonight and you can have some more of it then. Be in your room and don't have anything on. I want you naked, kneeling in the middle of the room on a pillow, ready to go. Got that?" Her face flamed. She needed to cum. The little ones she'd just had hadn't done it for her. She felt like she was ready to climb the walls, or tackle some total stranger in a bar and rape him. She wanted to beg him to help her, but then clamped her lips together because she knew he wouldn't care. Desperately longing to tell him to fuck off in humiliation, she finally just meekly nodded. She watched him walk away, leaving her with a tart taste in her mouth - and to carry in the presentation charts - alone. Around six o'clock Cleo ordered dinner in her room and ate alone. Then she showered and pulled on a short, flimsy black night-gown, nothing under it. If she stood against the light, someone could see right through it. One thing was certain. It wouldn't be Ralph. She was determined to never let him ever get inside her room again; nor would she ever again do what she'd done to him in the car today. She'd been weak - lonely and weak. She was over that now. She swallowed, imagining she still tasted Ralph's tart sperm, fighting the quivering it caused in her belly. Just outside her room Cleo heard the elevator doors open and then close, frantically rushing to slide the deadbolt into place. It was way earlier than Ralph had said he'd be there, but she vowed he would not get in tonight if he did come by. She curled up with a book she'd bought in the hotel gift-shop, pausing to stare at the door each time she heard the elevator door open, or footsteps in the hallway outside. She would not become a slave to sick lust! Trying to concentrate on the pages before her, she found herself losing track of what she was reading. Angrily, she thought about her boss's new pet name for her - ass-slut! Was it true that most women didn't experience a climax with a man's penis inside their butts? Was she abnormal because she could? She shivered unexpectedly, remembering how Ralph had hammered unmercifully into her virgin anus. With the tip of one finger, Cleo touched her tender anus, feeling a sharp thrill shoot her loins. It had seemed so natural - not that she'd ever do it again. Despite her resolve, Cleo's mind wondered back to the previous night and the other things Ralph had forced her to do. Well maybe not forced exactly, but she had felt threatened hadn't she? Remembering the smells, the taste, the overall nastiness of it all, another thrill shot through her belly, a slight wetness seeping from between her legs and dampening the sheet beneath her. God, what was wrong with her? Just thinking about her repulsive little boss's fat dick and meaty tongue made her gush like a school girl. She hated him, no, despised him. He revolted her in every possible way. Yet, here she was, trembling at the very thought of the things he'd done to her. She fought down the urge to touch her throbbing pussy because she knew it would produce only momentary relief at best, and she knew why. It simply wasn't nasty enough to excite her in the way she needed it. She heard the elevator door slide open outside her door. Without thinking, she rushed to the door and slid the deadbolt to the rear. Then she unlocked the door completely and went back to lie down on the bed, her mouth dry, heart pounding inside her chest. With that heavy drumming in her ears, she waited in dread . . . and anticipation. Ralph did not come. Okay, damn you! I'm here. This is what you want, isn't it? Come on you bastard and get your vile, nasty act over with. I can't stop you. Take it! It's here waiting for you! Frustrated and angry, Cleo fell asleep around 1:30 P.M., the sheet sticking to her dampness. Ralph was busy right then, but even if he wasn't, he knew very well what he was doing. Let the little cunt wait - think about it for a while. Let her get a little angry - feel neglected. Then when he was ready, she'd climb all over him begging for it anyway he wanted to do it. He still couldn't believe his good fortune. He'd always been able to read people well, especially women. That day in his office when he'd growled at her to do something, she'd gotten a certain look in her eyes. That had told him he'd hit a hot-button. Yeah, it was that little thing when they start to breathe through their sweet little half-open mouths, softly licking their lips unconsciously every so often, looking a bit confused. That was you could be assured that their little cunts were getting wet. Most of them didn't even know they were doing it. To be certain though, he'd tried it again a few days later with the same results. That's when he knew which buttons he'd have to push to get her started. He smiled. Boy was he ever going to get her started. The next day, Ralph was with another group the entire morning, then in the afternoon they withdrew to a larger conference room where he disappeared altogether. She searched for him at every break, but he was nowhere to be found. At the close of daily events, tired and angry, she trudged across the lobby toward the elevator. She was stopped dead in her tracks by the sound of Ralph's raspy voice. "Sleep well last night, my little ass-slut?" Stunned, Cleo whirled to find him standing no more than four feet behind her, puffing on a long cigar. As usual, he was leering at her legs beneath the short mini-skirt. As usual also, he made her feel completely naked and vulnerable. She fumbled for some stinging remark, but nothing came to mind. Although it disgusted her, she had reverted to being that timid little fool, once more. When she couldn't answer, he went on. "I'll be by to see you at eight o'clock. I got tied up last night. It was that long-legged redhead bitch in the short skirt. Acts so cold in public, but she crawled on her knees for me last night, baby. Sucked my cock like it was filled with sugar. Not as well as you do, though. You're a real pro. Now, pay attention. I want the door unlocked, you undressed and kneeling on a pillow in the middle of the fucking floor when I get there." He suddenly reached out and grasped one nipple between thumb and forefinger, just as he'd done on that first day. Cleo gasped, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed, but they almost were out of sight behind a large potted plant. Ralph stepped closer, his other hand finding its way under her short skirt, coming to rest between her legs. She tried moving away but he grasped her nipple even tighter, causing her to half-sob with pain. Despite herself, Cleo felt her pussy gush liquid. "Did you know your pussy is already wet, my dear? Sopping wet as a matter-of-fact. I could fuck you right here on the floor with everybody watching and you'd love it." Holding her motionless by her nipple, one of his fat fingers wormed its way beneath the elastic band of her panty leg, slipping easily inside her. It was joined by another, then, a third. He was right of course. She was wet and open, almost panting with need, ready for him. How did he do it? How could she find this repulsive little troll desirable? She moaned softly, involuntarily pushing back against his hand, but Ralph quickly removed it, causing her to groan in disappointment. Ralph chuckled, smelling his fingers. She hated him. Hated him! "Want me to forget about fucking you tonight?" He twisted her nipple for emphasis. Head down, unable to meet his piggy eyes, Cleo mutely shook her blonde curls, glancing around to see of anyone else had heard his lewd remarks. Ralph released her nipple, chuckling again as she hurried away without looking back. As she did, she vowed she would never do as he commanded this night. Last night was the final time. Humiliating her in public like this was the final straw. It was over! As she'd done the previous night, Cleo showered, brushed her long glimmering hair, and pulled on a silk robe. After her encounter in the hotel lobby that afternoon, Cleo was aware that her pussy was still so sensitive that even a slight brush against it from her silk gown, caused her to tremble. She curled up with the same book, trying without success to concentrate. Unconsciously, she glanced at the clock. It read 7:30. I will not! When she looked again, it was two minutes until eight. Go to Hell, Ralph Edwards! Go straight to Hell! The elevator door was loud outside her door. Without even thinking about it she suddenly threw-off her robe, dropping to the pillow in the middle of the hotel floor, heart pounding uncontrollably against her chest. She was literally trembling all over, gasping for breath as she heard the doorknob turning. Ralph walked in followed by one of the biggest and ugliest men she'd ever seen. For a moment, in her fear and embarrassment, she forgot she was naked. "My god, Ralph. She's a fucking knockout just like you said!" The giant's voice was wet-sounding, deep, and rough. Cleo, trembling, terrified, glanced around for an avenue of retreat. Ralph laughed knowingly. "Just stay right where you are little ass-slut. There ain't no place to go." Resigned, she settled back on her heels, waiting in dread for whatever was to come. It wasn't long in coming. "She loves to suck cock, Al. Once she gets started, she don't want to stop. Give it a try." The big man grinned, showing crooked, stained teeth as he unzipped his baggy trousers. Reaching inside, he pulled out a dick longer than Ralph's. No. Curved, with a mighty knob on its end, it was twice the length of Ralph's - though not nearly as thick. He walked up to her so it was waving in her face and she could smell his unwashed scent. Cleo clamped her jaws, glancing pleadingly at Ralph, but when she saw the glow of anger on his face she unaccountably just opened her mouth, leaning toward the foul-smelling hunk of meat. She didn't want to do it but she didn't know what else to do. Two strange men were in her bedroom, she was naked and helpless, and they were determined to do terrible things to her - nasty things to her. Nasty. Suddenly, the long cock twitching in front of her face caused her mouth to water. Cleo's Fall Ch. 02 Even half-soft it was almost more than she could do to get the huge head inside her mouth. It stung her tongue, tasting warm, musty, and a little tangy. It began to grow as the blood rushed into its tip and her jaws ached as she struggled to get more of the meat down her throat. It was as if she was starving and this thing was her nourishment. She wanted it. No, she needed it. What is happening to me, she wondered as terror gripped her guts in an icy fist? She nibbled and sucked the foul-tasting cock forcing its way down her milking throat, as a desperate hunger was growing inside her. Suddenly, she wanted this stranger to shoot his vile load into her hungrily sucking mouth, painting her throat with his nasty cum. A few short days ago she'd just been a young, inexperienced house-wife and the only man she'd ever fucked was her husband, Mike. Now she was a tramp - a total tramp who'd take any man's cock down her throat - or up her ass. She shivered uncontrollably at that thought, and her young pussy gushed as she felt the soft velvety head slide over her tongue and down her throat. How she loved the nastiness of it, she finally admitted. How she loved the taste of a strange man's cock. Just sucking it was bringing her to the verge of an orgasm. "Look at this hot little bitch go!' Ralph chuckled. "I told you she loved it, Al. She'd live with a cock in her mouth if she could." She did, she admitted it! She loved the taste of cock! Cleo deep-throated the huge slab, her cheeks bulging. Try as she might, she could swallow no more than two-thirds of it. Even then, she felt it all the way into her stomach. She heard the big man groan and ran her tongue up the underside of it, feeling his legs stiffen, his body arch backward. He's going to cum now her brain screamed at her - a strange man's semen was going to shoot into her mouth and she didn't care. She wanted it. She really wanted all of it in her mouth. She didn't care who was doing it she just wanted to taste this man's cream. It had been two days since the last time and she needed it. Without warning, she was suddenly struggling to swallow a thick lumpy load of the big stranger's discharge, as slimy gobs of the stuff slid down her milking throat, coating her insides all the way to her stomach, pooling there in a molten hot lump. She sucked harder, rewarded by another huge deposit. She swirled it around her tongue, savoring it as if it were desert, opened her mouth to let the men see she still held it there - and then swallowed it all - nearly swooning. So nasty! She reached for the tall man's ass-cheeks so he couldn't pull back, continuing to attack the half-hard cock in her mouth with her lashing tongue. With a strong shove, the giant sent her sprawling away, flying onto her back. She lay there gasping for breath, cum leaking from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her nipples, legs spread like the most wantonness of whores, staring up at the big man as though daring him to finish the job. Ralph grabbed her arm and hoisted her to her feet. "On the bed, bitch. This evening ain't even started yet." He literally tossed her small body onto the king-size bed, where she lay as though dazed, her legs spread in invitation as the two brutes leered down at her. "She can hardly wait to be filled with two cocks at once, Al. Look at how wet that tight little pussy is." Cleo tried willing herself to close her legs, but they wouldn't obey. Finally, she gave up and simply lay back, waiting for whatever was to come. She didn't have to wait long. The bed sagged and she was instantly aware of her betraying body as it was pulled and positioned just as they wanted it. She was a rag-doll with no will of her own, simply wishing they'd hurry and get inside her. Her pussy was inching, burning up, and she was ready to scream at them to get it over with! Ralph lay on his back with his unbelievably thick stubby cock poking straight up. His rough hands pulled her over on top of his rounded stomach where she sat for a moment on his thighs. Then her soft hands found his thick cock and she rubbed it lovingly until he growled, "Get on it, Baby. I can jerk my own dick!" Shamed-faced by her own haste, she positioned herself over the unbelievably fat mushroom head and pressed downward. It started in and then hung up, but she wiggled frantically, feeling it force aside the walls of her pussy as it fought its way deeper. "Oh god! Oh . . .!" she groaned as the two men sniggered at her urgency. At last, she was sitting on Ralph's rounded stomach, his pubic hairs tickling her ass cheeks. It felt like she had a fence post buried inside her cunt and she was hesitant to move, but Ralph pulled her face forward and buried his tongue in her mouth. That was the last straw. She wrapped her arms around him, moaning loudly, pushing down on his cock as hard as she could, squirming in wet circles on his round stomach, trying to force more of his thick meat inside her. Her wetness finally created room for the thick cock to move, and she tentatively slid up to its bulging head, and then back to the base. After only a few times doing that, she began slamming herself against it as though to impale herself on his cock. She bit her lip, tasting blood, groaning desperately, seeking completion. She felt the bed sag again and it didn't register until there was a prodding at her tender anus. She tried to pull back, suddenly alarmed "No! Oh please, Ralph. Both of you just fuck me . . . I'll suck your cocks, anything. But please, not that! Not that again!" Ralph laughed nastily. "You love a dick up your ass. Remember? You're my little ass-slut. Just shut up and move that ass or we'll both get in it at once." Al's persistence was beginning to pay off, for she felt the thick head of his monster cock slip past her nether lips, pushing aside the tender tissue Ralph had initiated only a few days earlier. Even though Ralph's thick cock had forever stretched her tender virgin asshole earlier, it still felt like molten fire as Al's huge cock forced its way past her clinching muscles! She squealed loudly, causing Ralph to stick his tongue into her mouth to keep her silent. She struggled, moaning, then, whimpering around his thick tongue. He held her helpless as a child, Al forcing more of his huge cock into her dark bowels. At a certain point, the resistance simply ceased and he slipped in all the way to the base - probing her colon. "Ugggggh! Oh, no, wait, please." They froze there for over a minute, letting her grow accustomed to their double penetration. Then, as if by mutual consent, they began to pound at her from both ends. At first, it was unbearable, white hot pain tearing her apart from both ends. Then Ralph said the magic words. "Just think, baby. Have you ever been this nasty before? Two hard cocks, buried as far as they'll go inside your tender belly. You're gonna get a belly-full of cum this time." Yes, she was. A belly-full of hot thick slimy cum. God, she loved it - so nasty . . . nasty . . . nasty. She was grunting with the two men now, wiggling, first slamming her ass back against Al's long cock, then squirming down on the fat one in her cunt. One of the men laughed at her haste, but she was past caring. She didn't last long. It was too intense. Fireworks exploded inside her head, rocking her small body over-and-over. But Al had already cum once and Ralph had busted a nut inside her mouth in his car earlier, so they took their time, enjoying her soft whimpers, her repeated urgent gyrations - and the desperate moans as she tried to capture more of both cocks at once. "Uh!" she grunted, as Al slammed to the hilt in her ass. "Oooooh, Baby, yes," she cooed as Ralph cork-screwed into her hungry pussy. "What do you want, baby? Tell me." "I want your cocks," she grunted into his open mouth. "Cum in me. Fill me up with it. Don't ever stop! Please cum in me!" "Then you can clean up our cocks? Right, my little ass-slut?" "Yes, yes, anything you want. Just don't stop!" she pleaded. Although she'd cum several times already, and hating the way she sounded to these two men who were violating her at both ends, she couldn't seem to stop. Suddenly Al grunted and slammed his monster cock into her without mercy, nearing his climax. Then he stiffened and Cleo felt him empty himself deep inside her bowels - just as she went over the edge once more. Ralph wasn't far behind, pounding her pussy from below, stiffening and grunting loudly as she felt him spurt his load deep inside her. She simply couldn't stop cumming, squirming around in the men's sticky juice flowing from her anus and pussy, running down her thighs, causing her to slide on Ralph's ample belly. Then, as one, they all collapsed onto the bed for several moments without moving. Although exhausted, when Ralph ordered her to do so, she obediently cleaned their slimy cocks with her mouth until they were satisfied with her efforts. By then Ralph had another boner and continued to shove his cock into her tender mouth. Half-conscious, she lay without responding, just letting him slide in and out of her slack mouth for another twenty minutes, using her as a repository for his cum. At last grunting loudly and shooting partially into her mouth, he let the rest fly into her numb face. Through half-closed eyes sticky with cum, she watched Al peel off a hundred dollar bill and hand it to Ralph. She sighed, staring at the transaction with dim recognition. That settled it once and for all. She was officially a whore now. She still hadn't moved a few minutes later, and didn't even hear them leave. Cleo's Fall Ch. 03 Note: fantasies While most of my posts are non-fiction, this one is not. My husband and I frequently share role-playing to spice-up our sex lives, and I've often shared some of my early fantasies with him when we do. He suggested I compile my early sexual fantasies into a story and submit it as a post here. I've outgrown many of these but still remember them well and how I enjoyed play-acting in my mind as a younger girl. This is a first installment of my alter-ego, Cleo. If it's well received, I will follow it with others. Thanks for my "favored author and stories" fans of previous posts. Additionally, the fantasies in the stories below are those of a much younger and inexperienced person who had never had anal sex, nor done much else in the way of sex. I found later in life that anal sex is not for me, the fantasy being much better than the actual act itself. I still love being submissive up to a point, and being bound sometimes is a real turn-on for both me and my husband when roleplaying. Fantasies don't always live up to their expectations. Cleo ***** Cleo was only half-awake, the drone of the engines lulling her to sleep. The conference was finally over and she would be glad to get home to Mike, forget the nightmare of the past few days. After the night with Ralph and the ugly giant, they hadn't come back the next two nights. On the third night, Cleo knew she and Ralph would leave the hotel around 1:00 a.m. to catch their flight. The last day, the conference lasted until only 10:00 a.m. so she went back to her room. Almost three days since Ralph had visited her, and Cleo was ready to climb the walls already. She tried calling his room, but no answer. Taking the elevator to the next floor, she quietly moved down the hallway, stopping to stand just outside Ralph's door. She could hardly breath, legs shaking, hand trembling as she reached to knock. What am I doing here? she thought. Am I that much of a slut that I will go to a man's hotel room to get laid? Control yourself! She tapped timidly. She tapped harder. No answer. As she turned to leave, fighting back a soft sob, the door opened. "Why, if it isn't my little ass-slut," Ralph said. "Whatever do you want?" "Please," she muttered timidly. "I need you." Then remembering, she said, "I need your cock. Please Ralph. Please?" Laughing softly, Ralph unzipped his pants, and pulled a limp cock out. "Well, hurry it up before somebody comes by," he said with a smirk. "H . . .here?" "Hurry up, or go back to your room!" She'd quickly knelt and engulfed his entire length in a single try. He'd cum quickly, but she had not. He had practically slammed the door in her face when she was done. Remembering now, she felt her face flaming as she dropped off, once more lulled to sleep by the plane's engines. They were seated near the back of the sparsely populated airplane. The redeye special, Cleo thought bitterly as she slipped into sleep. The cheap little bastard could afford first-class. She was still dozing several hours later, suddenly awakened by Ralph's pudgy hands touching her crotch through her silk panties. The half-empty plane was completely dark, only the small light glowing up where the flight attendants sat. The only other source of lighting was the small lights dimly illuminating a path down the center of the plane. Sleepily, she groaned in disgust and attempted to shove his hands away. He persisted until, finally resigned to his advances, she laid her head back against the seat, closing her eyes. For fucks sake, just leave me alone, she thought. Please just leave me alone! She hadn't cum that afternoon in the hotel hallway when Ralph did, and she'd been terribly aroused by the oral sex she'd performed on him. After only a moment of Ralph's insistent manipulations, Cleo's legs slowly slipped apart and she felt Ralph's stubby fingers forcing their way past the elastic band, slipping easily into her wet snatch. She groaned softly and Ralph chuckled. His zipper was loud as she watched him pull his inflated cock into view. She felt his hand slip behind her head and apply pressure. "Please, Ralph," she whispered frantically, flicking her eyes toward the lone occupant of the seat across from them, a large overweight black man who appeared to be sleeping. The plane was about half-filled and almost everyone else appeared asleep. More pressure from Ralph's hands forced her head forward. Sighing deeply, she lowered her mouth and swallowed his hard cock. She didn't look up after that, just thankful no one had to visit the lavatory. Soon, she was completely lost in the sucking and licking, just savoring the cock in her mouth. Ralph hadn't fucked her that afternoon in the hallway and her pussy was gushing, making her thighs wet as she rubbed them together. After only a few moments, Ralph coated her mouth with thick hot cum. Cleo moaned softly, disappointed it was over so quickly. Raising her head, she wiped her mouth with the back of her slender hand, wanting more. Her thighs were drenched in her own juices, and she desperately needed Ralph to fuck her. Just do it, right there on the darkened plane. She watched in disappointment as he smiled, stuffing his deflated cock back inside his pants. "Ralph," she said pleadingly. "Sorry, Hon. Gotta get some sleep." Startled, she suddenly glimpsed movement from the man in the seat across the isle - the one she'd thought was sleeping. He was slowly stroking a gigantic black cock, silently staring at her in the dimness. "Go ahead, my little ass-slut," Ralph whispered, sniggering softly. "Go get it. You know you want to." She drew back, staring out the window, trying to chase the arousing sight from her memory. Minutes dragged by before she slowly turned back to see the man still administering to his bloated cock. "Go ahead and do it," Ralph whispered hoarsely again. "We both know you're a slut. You want it." Oh, she did want it. She did! Why she had suddenly developed this overwhelming desire to be used, she couldn't understand. All she knew was that she craved the feeling she got afterward, when she lay there wet and sticky, full of their expelled juices and totally exhausted, her orifices aching from the pounding they'd just received. Cleo fought against it, knowing in the end that she'd eventually lose. Giving up at last, she hurriedly crawled over Ralph's lap, glancing up and down the long walkway. It was empty. The black man didn't say anything as she settled into the seat beside him, starring hungrily at his thick meat for an instant before she slid her hungry mouth over the head of the first black cock she had ever seen. The man grunted in surprise, and heaved upward, shoving it down her willing throat. It was delicious. Every bit as large as the giant Al's had been, Cleo struggled to engulf it all. Even though she desperately wanted it all she was unsuccessful, but kept trying until she felt the man's hands pulling her up to straddle him. He was strong, lifting her by her ass cheeks and positioning her over his stiff cock. Hastily, she pulled her soaked panties to one side, allowing him access to her steaming pussy. His hard cock pushed against her lips insistently, wanting inside. Slowly, cautiously, she settled back on it, letting it penetrate her soft belly. She nearly screamed with pleasure when it finally hit bottom, but he hurriedly pulled her head to his face, crushing her mouth against his to keep her quiet. Eagerly she took his thick tongue, sucking hungrily as though it too were a large cock. The cock was splitting her in half but she was rapidly growing used to it, grinding her ass downward against his hairy belly to get more of it inside her. She was truly a slut now - a little whore who fucked black strangers in the back of a dark plane. How would she ever be able to face Mike again without showing her guilt? On top of that, she was in her fertile period. She'd stopped taking the pill months ago because she and Mike wanted a baby. She hadn't even brought them along on the trip. What would she do if she had a little Ralph? Or worse, what if it was black? How would she explain something so obvious? The degradation of it all, only helped to speed her toward an awesome climax. That wonderful feeling of having been used. She didn't last long, letting out with a small squeal as she came, the black man frantically crushing his mouth against hers to keep her silent. She felt the huge cock twitch once, again, and then begin to spurt, time-after-time, deep inside her churning belly. That caused her to go over the edge again - then, once more . . . sticky and warm, coating her thighs, running into the crack of her clinching butt-cheeks . . . nasty. It was so nasty. Right at that moment, she didn't care if she did get a black baby,. Nothing but this feeling of being debased mattered. She'd worry later. All that was important right now was the wave-after-wave of climax carrying her toward complete bliss. Finally exhausted, she lay against the man's wide chest and slept. After a while he gently shook her, kissed her mouth tenderly, whispering that they were getting ready to land. Without having to be told this time, she willingly cleaned his limp dick with her mouth and scurried back to her own seat. As she settled in, she heard Ralph chuckling softly, hating him for it. At the baggage area she saw Ralph and the man talking and exchanging business cards. Waking in her own bed for the first time in days, Cleo was glad to get back home, but try as she might her mind was never far from the events of the past week. It'd strike her right in the middle of something and at first, if Mike was handy, she'd try to seduce him. Her aggressiveness did little more than confuse him at first, seeming to make him outright angry sometimes, so she'd finally quit doing it. Whenever she was overcome with visions of Ralph, Al or the black man using her, and the strange hunger began eating away at her core, she'd hide in the bathtub masturbating savagely with her toy for hours. It didn't help much. Neither did Ralph, who seemed to be ignoring her ever since their return. She told herself that was fine with her, but in secret she longed for the fulfillment only this toad of a little man seemed able to provide. After a week she was ready to climb the walls, attempting to catch his eye over the copy machine to no avail. She was wet constantly, resorting to taking a spare pair of panties to work in her purse. Mark making love to her didn't help. It wasn't just the sex she needed. It had to be accompanied with . . . distain . . . humiliation . . . that certain nastiness provided whenever Ralph used and then rudely discarded her. He continued to ignore her all week, adding to her sexual frustration. One morning she was told to take some papers to his office and upon arrival, found him seated behind his desk, all business. She laid the stack on his large wooden desk and waited. "Well, don't stand there like a dote. Bring them to me." Face flaming, she scooped them up and hurried around the big desk, stopping suddenly. Ralph sat with his pants around his spindly ankles, his fat cock standing straight up. Despite herself, the sight shocked her speechless. "Like what you see, my little ass-slut? Miss your little friend?" She stared down at it, still uncomprehending and unable to speak. After a moment, Ralph sighed and acted as though he would stuff the hard cock back inside his pants. He'd done that before in the rental car and she'd caved. She caved this time, too. Cleo made an involuntary sound of protest and half stepped forward, her hand outstretched. Ralph halted what he was doing and waited, staring at her. "Well, do you want it or not? I ain't got all day." She knew he was just playing with her, like the day in the car, but she couldn't help herself. Silently, Cleo slipped to her knees and engulfed the fat delicious head of Ralph's hard cock. She nearly swooned at its musty taste. She felt like a whore. Ralph rubbed the back of her head, saying, "Yeah, you did miss daddy's fat cock, didn't you, baby?" Contentment flooded through her as she slid her mouth over the giant crown. Mumbling around her mouthful, she nodded and moaned in agreement. She'd been empty and missing something for over a week. Now, she had it. He laughed at her haste, the eagerness in which she went about her task, her total submission, causing her face to burn with humility - the sudden feeling of shame making her gush even more copiously. "Yeah, old Ralph definitely knows all of little Cleo's buttons. You're my slut now, babe. From now on, you will not address yourself as 'I' whenever we are alone - ever again. From now on, you will only address yourself as 'this ass-slut, this whore Bitch, or cunt would also be fine. Nothing else. Do you understand?" She nodded obediently and kept sucking, now actually making love to his cock with her mouth. She was in bliss, totally in submission. "And you will refer to me only as Master, or Sir. Got that? Any time you fuck up, you'll be punished." Maintaining her suction on his cock, Cleo nodded and with that small nod, realized her life was changed forever more. Her thoughts were short-lived, for she felt Ralph's hard cock twitch and start shooting gob after gob into her hungry mouth. She swallowed as fast as she possibly could but some of the thick rapid flow continued running down her face onto her white blouse. She didn't care. She had what she needed now, and held on to it with even deeper suction. After a while, her continued manipulations brought life back into the fat deflated cock in her mouth. Ralph pushed her away. "Get up on the desk, slut. I gotta have some of that tight pussy." His crude words made her face flame, but she hastily did as he directed, taking off her thin panties and spreading her long shapely legs, letting him view her open pussy. "Hurry, please, Ralph. It's been so long. I need it so badly." Ralph stopped, staring down at her. "Ralph? I? Have you forgotten what I told you already you stupid little bitch?" Suddenly she remembered. "Master, please forgive me. This ass-slut is so hungry for it that she forgot her manners. Please sir. This nasty slut needs her master's wonderful cock between her unworthy legs. Please Master. Please!" Ralph laughed cruelly. "That's better, bitch. Don't forget again or you might never see this cock again. Understand?" "Yes . . . Master." She was humiliated by his words but willing to do anything at that moment to feed her hunger. Ralph crawled between her long, tan, outstretched legs, positioning himself with his cock in his hand, touching the fringe of her vagina. Then without warning, he suddenly lurched forward, battering her puffy lips with its fat head. It was no use. It was too big and wouldn't enter her wide-open snatch. Whimpering in frustration Cleo pulled her knees against her breasts, and both finally groaned in ecstasy, as that allowed Ralph to slide his thick cock in all the way to the base. They mindlessly moaned into one another's open mouths, tongues going crazy. Cleo sensed he was just as starved for this as she was, because he didn't even take time to warm her up, just pounded away with a ferocity that spoke of a week of pent-up need. She didn't care, slamming her soft flat belly upward against his thrusts, with the same amount of need, twisting her head from side to side, her long blonde hair wildly flying around. "Oh god," she moaned. "I need this so much. Don't ever stop. Give me your nasty cock until I die." Ralph hammered away, muttering obscenities into her hungry mouth. "You nasty . . . cock-hungry little slut . . . next time I'll . . . fuck you up the ass so hard you'll . . . beg for mercy." "Yes! Yes! Do it now. I don't care. I just don't care." "I might have you . . . leave your husband and . . . just move in with me so . . . I can pound this tight little snatch . . . anytime I want it," he grunted between gasps for breath. "Yes, yes, anything. Harder, oh please, harder!" By then they were both climaxing together, her painted nails digging into his chubby buttocks, both leaving bite and scratch marks on their partner, straining desperately to empty each other. She sucked on his thick tongue, then, offered her own as she moaned her own obscenities into his panting mouth. "Slam your fat cock to me, give me more of it . . . much harder . . . hurt me . . . . hurt me!" It seemed to last forever, jarring their bodies as they shuttered and trembled out the last of their pleasure. When it was over, cum leaking down her trembling thighs, they both collapsed exhausted on the desk. Finally, Ralph gulped air, stood panting for a moment and started rearranging his clothing. "I intend to start off my day with a blow-job from now on, my pretty slut. Tomorrow at 9:15 will be the first. Don't expect to get fucked every day. I won't have time. These morning meetings between us, is for me - not you. I don't give a shit if you can get off with your fingers, but I don't want to smell like pussy during my staff meetings, so plan on blow-jobs. Got it? Be here and don't be late. I have a staff meeting at 9:30 each morning and I want to be in the best frame of mind for them. Now get out. I have work to do." "Yes sir," she muttered, her face flushing with shame. Ralph was suddenly called out of town and wasn't available for the next three days. Cleo didn't get to give him his anticipated blow job before work each morning, and at first she was relieved. By the third day she was on edge again, having slept fitfully the previous two nights. It hadn't helped that Mike was also out of town on business for a couple of weeks once more. It was just her, alone in that big old house, except for an ugly old man for company. Mike's 75 year-old father now shared their guest bedroom and actually, he wasn't much company either. He spent most of his time in his own room and when he wasn't there, he was staring at her like she was a piece of candy. Although he was too old to do more than stare, it was starting to make her nervous. While cleaning his room one day, she'd found a stash of porno films in his dresser drawer, suspecting that was the reason he spent all that time in his own room. She didn't care as long as she didn't have to talk to him. He gave her the creeps. She'd come straight home after work today. It was Friday and she needed some wine and a little time to herself. She spent a relaxing hour in a hot bath, most of the time spent rubbing her aching snatch. It hadn't done any good, for as usual she had been unable to reach a climax. Even her toy hadn't helped. She knew the reason. It couldn't abuse her, debase her with rude remarks or call her a "slut." She knew what she needed - and it wasn't Mike. She needed the debasement Ralph provided. Don't ask why that was so, but she had finally accepted the fact of life, it was what got her off. It would be her little secret. She'd have to be careful so no one else found out, but she could handle it. Recalling what Ralph had said about ordering her leave Mike and move in with him, gave her serious pause. On one hand, it was totally out of the question, and she mused, he'd probably fuck her to death. She almost laughed at that. What a way to go. Dressed in a light cotton wrap-around, she dried her hair with a towel then turned on the hair- dryer, finding a seat on the edge of the big bed she and Mike shared. Imagining Ralph, pounding away at her twenty-four hours a day, suddenly made it difficult to breathe. She dropped one hand into her lap, pressing it hard against her pubic mound. No, she was married to Mike. She'd never leave him for a toad like Ralph. Mike offered love. All Ralph offered was sexual abuse. She shivered at the word. Cleo's Fall Ch. 03 How she wished Mike would come back right now. She'd make him want her. Despite the long bath, her pussy lips still felt distended, her crotch damp and sticky. She shook her head wistfully. She knew what she really needed, and it wasn't Mike. It was Ralph again - and soon. "My, my, my," the craggy voice came from behind her. Startled, she glanced up to see Mike's aging father standing near her open bedroom door. She was sure she'd closed it. He was wearing baggy trousers and a torn undershirt that showed a thick mat of gray hair under it. His flabby belly hung over his belt, and the gray three-day old beard indicated he was in bad need of a shave. The sight sickened her. She went back to her task. "What do you want, Tom? I have to get ready and go shopping if we're to have any food in the house over the weekend." At one time, she supposed Tom had been a handsome man. He'd let himself go in later years, had bad teeth and was now just old and disgusting. The years had taken their toll and even though he was a big man at one time, he was going bald and now sported a large beer belly. "Just thought you might need a little company, daughter," he said, grinning amicably. Something about his tone made her glance up again. This time she gasped loudly. Tom had his cock out and was slowly stroking it as he watched her reaction. She gasped. It was huge, but bent and knobby, with deep blue veins. Uncircumcised, its foreskin pulled back to expose the large mushroom crown, it was inflamed by the blood pounding through it. A silver droplet hung precariously at its tip. She jumped up, dropping the hairdryer. "Are you mad? Get out of here before I call Mike!" He smirked. "Why? You've been in there rubbing your pretty little snatch for the past two weeks now. A little cocky might do you some good." "Get out! I mean it, Tom! Right now, you repulsive old man!" He laughed again, and then got serious. "Maybe I am a dirty old man, daughter, but I got a big cock and that's what you need right now. Besides, who's gonna know?" "Damn you. You've been spying on me. You drilled that hole in the bathroom ceiling, didn't you?" Cleo tried staring him down, but his return glare forced her eyes downward. Unable to meet his hard stare, she locked her eyes on his throbbing cock instead. It looked much the same as that big man Ralph had brought to her hotel room their last night in Chicago. Remembering it vividly, she felt her face flaming. "Please go, Tom," she whispered. "We'll keep this between ourselves. Just go away." She couldn't seem to force her eyes away from Tom's rampant cock. The liquid drop forming at its tip had gotten larger. Without realizing it, she licked her dry lips. Tom slowly stroked it, pulling the foreskin back and forth over its thick head. "Think how nice this would feel sliding into your wet little pussy, daughter. We both know it's wet, don't we? I mean after the way you've been mistreating it in there all morning. Tell me, how do you like it? Rough? Easy? I'm betting you like it rough and hard. I'll make you beg for it after a few minutes. I may look old but I've been around sugar. Come on and admit it, you know you want it." "Please . . ." she whispered softly. Damn her dry lips. Tom moved closer, now only a step or two away. "Touch it, daughter," he whispered. "Just touch it and then I'll go. I promise." "Tom, no . . . you're my husband's father. We can't . . ." "No one will ever know, daughter. Are you gonna tell them? Hell no! Come on, touch it!" His voice had changed now. No longer soft and urging. Now, hard, demanding. A thrill shot through her body. How did men like this know? How could they tell about her? Why couldn't she hide her feelings from these crude men? With her traitorous heart thundering inside her chest, reacting as though in a dream, she slowly reached out and grasped the rigid shaft, jerking before her - nearly swooning as she touched its smooth surface. "There now, that wasn't so bad was it?" Tom smirked softly. "Why don't you just drop down on your knees and suck it like we both know you're going to before this is over." He was right. Why pretend? Fighting back tears, she slid to her knees and licked the silvery drop of dew from its tip, hearing Tom's quick intake of breath. Then she simply engulfed the entire cock inside her warm mouth, holding it there, loving its taste. Even though it stung her tongue a bit and produced a slightly unwashed aroma, it was absolutely wonderful. All the days of longing and now at last a warm cock to suck, balls full of sperm to hold, a thick load of cream waiting to be swallowed - and feeling subservient again - totally worthless. She began nibbling on the foreskin, then sucking gently on the head, then swallowing more, sucking harder. Above her, Tom was having trouble breathing. He started lubricating her mouth with pre-cum almost immediately and she mewed with lust, running her sharp nails down his bony hairy butt. With one hand, she grasped his balls and squeezed gently, pulling them downward. Without warning, he grunted loudly and shot his load deep inside her hungry mouth, coating her palate with huge gobs of bitter-tasting sperm. It came out in lumps, like he hadn't had sex in months. She was unprepared for the copious amount that followed, and despite swallowing as fast as she could, some of it still managed to run from the corner of her mouth and down her chin, dripping onto her tits. She couldn't stop nibbling and sucking, like it was a large tit and she a starving calf. After he'd finished unloading inside her mouth she raised her eyes once and saw him looking down at her with a somewhat detached stare, as she knelt subserviently between his legs, licking his deflating cock like a bitch dog. He wore the same demeaning smirk she'd seen on Ralph's face many times. Men were pigs and she hated them all. At last, her manipulations with tongue and lips began to have an effect on Tom again as he began to stiffen once more, blood filling his massive organ once more. It was obvious the old man hadn't had sex in a long time. He had to finally force her mouth off his cock, pulling her to her feet and pushing her onto the bed, where he climbed between her beautifully long, widely spread legs. Her womanly scent filled the room and the air in the room, combined with her juices, felt cool on her crotch. She was ready. He raised her hips completely off the bed with his large hands, and she shivered with delight as he blew softly against her puffy lips. The next instant, his tongue was inside her and she was clutching his head, screaming in surprise, and growing need. Her legs were stretched as widely as possible, the muscles in her firm thighs trembling with unbridled lust as she whimpered and squirmed on his thick tongue. She twisted her ass, seeking, grunting softly as she attempted to capture even more of his darting tongue. "Give it to me you old bastard!" she groaned mindlessly. "Lick it until I cum!" He didn't. Instead, just as she was reaching the point of no return, he climbed upward over her wantonly sprawled body and slammed most of his rampant cock into the depths of her womb. She nearly climbed the walls, screaming and moaning. It felt like a fence post inside her, banging against the very walls of her womb. She reached down and found his damp hairy groin with her fingers, gasping when she realized he was still not all the way inside her. She groaned again, her eyes rolling back in her head. There was simply no way she could take his whole cock. She hoped he killed her with it! "Ahggg . . yes, yes, yes . . . fuck me! Hurt me. I want you to." Then the top of her head blew off as a violent orgasm hit her. That was followed by one shattering orgasm after another, shaking her to the core, leaving her feeling like a mindless zombie. After she had come three times without let-up, he slowed down a bit and enjoyed himself as he played with her. Finally, all Cleo could do was lie motionless, nearly comatose, whimpering like a hurt animal, as they both continued to fuck mindlessly with her cumming over-and-over again for most of the long afternoon. Tom was like a sex- starved mad-man, fucking her in every possible position until nearly dark. Then without a word, he left her lying on her bed in a pool of cum, and went to his room to sleep. She slept like a baby for the first time in a week. The next day was Saturday and when she arose, Tom was nowhere to be seen. Cleo was sore and disoriented from Tom's horrendous fucking session the previous evening, so she dressed quietly, slipping out of the house. She shopped for groceries for several hours and upon her return, still did not see Tom lurking around. That was just a well as far as she was concerned. She planned to quickly put away the food and leave again, coming back only when she knew he would be sleeping. She never wanted to see that bald, dirty old man again. Her snatch was nearly raw from the pounding he'd given her! She also felt sick. Until she'd met her current boss, she'd only slept with Mike. Now, in just a short period of time she had fucked four other men, one of them her own step-father. She was truly sick and needed professional help. What did they call women who couldn't control themselves? Nymphos. No, not that. They fucked anybody as long it had a dick. She didn't do that. She needed repulsive, disgusting men, but only those who were controlling and ordered her to do it. That, my friend, was a sicko. Deep in thought, unloading the groceries to the floor, she bent down, putting them in the pantry. A sound from behind startled her, but as she attempted to turn around she was held in place by very strong hands. She braced her hands on the lower shelf and tried backing up, but bumped into something hard. "Who . . .?" she tried to say. "Just shut up and relax, daughter." It was Tom's rough voice and she realized he was naked - at least as far as she could see - which was from the waist down. His knobby, curved dick stood rigidly, its one eye staring back at her. Unceremoniously, he hoisted her short skirt over her back and she felt a rush of cool air on her crotch as he ripped her flimsy panties away. Frightened and angry, she looked back between her legs and saw his spinally legs, bent slightly at the knees. She could feel his flabby sweaty stomach resting on her buttocks and he was grasping her hips with his huge callused hands. For just an instant she glimpsed his blood-gorged dick again as it withdrew for just an instant, then without warning or preparation, slammed into her soft depth. She nearly passed out from the excruciating pain. Not ready for it this time, it felt even bigger than it had the previous night. Besides, she was still tender from his constant battering. "Ahggg! Oh god, please don't Tom. It hurts too much." He just grunted in answer, continuing to force more of his stiff cock into her moistening depths. For several minutes the only sounds in the small kitchen were her cries of pain and Tom's grunts of satisfaction. Soon she felt his hairy groin against her bare butt and knew he was all the way inside her. Without speaking a word, he began pounding against her ass, battering her already sore pussy without pity, his hairy balls slapping against her clit. The image of two stray dogs fucking came to mind, as she endured his assault. It didn't take long for her body to betray her. Soon, she was painting and pushing backward as she moaned softly. Seeing her response, he now slowed down, taking his time. He seemed to be relishing bringing her to the brink of orgasm time-after-time, only to stop and withdraw for a moment until their organisms subsided. Then he was at her again with a vengeance. She had to admit, for an old man he did know how to fuck, and right at this moment he was driving her out of her mind with that ugly cock. Her hands braced on the shelf, she used it as leverage to slam her ass back against his thrusts, both of them fucking mindlessly like the two animals she'd just envisioned. She broke first, begging him for release, urging him to finish her off, whimpering as she told him she was unable to wait any longer. He grunted and slammed relentlessly into her depths, emptying his balls into her womb. Cleo came at the same time, screaming and crying, begging, wanting it as she coated his cock with her own scalding juices. Over-and-over the violent orgasm slammed through her slim body, her long legs trembling with the effort to keep standing. As she slowly returned to her surroundings, she discovered she was resting on her hands and knees, on the cold kitchen floor. Her long blond hair had come loose, hanging over her eyes, tears streaming down her beautiful face. She was now completely conquered. She wondered if the tears were from the shame of it all, or the intense joy of what she had just experienced. Then she felt a hard probing at her puckered anus opening. Reflex made her try to pull away but strong hands still held her in place. "Ug ... " "Hold still daughter. You'll love this. I spotted you for an ass-slut the moment I saw you in them jeans" She'd been through this already and realizing she had little choice in the matter, relaxed her muscles, allowing him the lewd entry of her tender anus. Yes, she probably would enjoy it, sick bitch that she was. She knew that now. Even though she might hate herself later, she realized there was little that Tom could do to her, she wouldn't totally enjoy. She loved it all, from anyone with a big cock. She was any man's slut, their whore, a willing receptacle for their spent sperm. She groaned loudly as the large head of his organ slid past her tight sphincter ring, pushing the walls of her bowels apart to make room for a cock the size of a small baseball bat. "A woman like you would be happy to live with a cock up your ass all the time, wouldn't you little girl?" He laughed. "Make you walk funny." She didn't answer, so he pulled back on her long hair to get her attention, and she nearly screamed her answer. "Yes, yes! Anything you say, Tom." "Call me Daddy, little girl. I'll be your daddy. Now, beg me not to stop." He slammed into her moist bowels to emphasize his words. She screamed from the pain in her scalp. "Yes, Daddy! Just don't stop. Please, please . . . don't stop." "Don't you worry daughter. We ain't even begun yet. Before I'm through with you, you'll be my little fuck-toy, ready to stick your tight ass in the air anytime I come into the room. You'll find out that I can fuck all night. Tell me again, do you want it?" "Please . . . please, Daddy. Do me hard," she whimpered, meaning it this time. She hated that she was begging him, almost purring for him to ravage her tender asshole with his huge weapon. Then an immense overpowering pleasure took her mind as she felt him squirting into her depths - and then she just didn't care anymore. Tired and sore in every crevice of her young aching body, Cleo made it to work on Monday with only three minutes to spare. She was relieved to discover that her boss Ralph was still out of town on another business trip. At least she wouldn't have to service him this morning. She couldn't stand the sight of another cock after the weekend she'd had. Once, a respectable young wife, she felt ruined forevermore. When she'd awoke on the tile of a kitchen floor that was still sticky with her father's cum, she finally realized she was nothing more than a deposit for men to dump themselves in. She was trapped, addicted to their abuse, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. Her mind drifted back to the last two days with Tom, her husband's ugly, aging old father. She had dropped him off at the airport before coming to work today. He said he'd be visiting Mike's sister for a few days in New York, but then he'd be back. She remembered his parting words about how he would have a load saved up for her in his balls, and for her to be ready for a good ass fucking when he returned. She shuddered violently, causing one of her co-workers to stare at her. The images of her weekend were freshly etched into her mind. After he'd fucked her mindless for over an hour on the kitchen floor, he'd carried her into the bedroom, and dumped her onto her own bed. That's where they'd spent the rest of the weekend, until she'd left for the office earlier today. All pretension between them was gone now. Tom had simply moved into her bed like he belonged there and she hadn't even protested. Remembering now, she fought back a smile. It was no wonder she was so sore. That old man had been at her constantly - four, five times a night. She'd suddenly awaken from a deep sleep to find him fucking either her mouth, her cunt, or his favorite, her tender young asshole. And yes, even though exhausted and aching, within moments he'd have her climbing the walls again screaming and begging him for it - every time. She hated herself for doing it but it was true. She had actually begged him. Many times, when they'd finally drifted into an exhausted sleep, she'd just held his soft dick in her mouth for most of the night, savoring it. Upon awakening, she'd suddenly realize it was there and clamp down on it even more so that it would stay in place. Yes, like Ralph said, she'd live with a cock in her mouth if she could. A sickening thought, but so true. What had happened to her lately, she truly didn't know. A few short weeks ago, she'd been a loving young wife who had only made love to her gentle and faithful husband. Mike, I'm so sorry. I love you. Please forgive me. Sitting there she knew she wasn't the same person. Now, she would take a stranger's cock up her ass as quickly as ordering a soft drink. As Ralph liked to say, she was officially an ass-slut. What was she to do? Even now, tired and sore from the weekend's non-stop sex abuse, she was soaking her flimsy panties just thinking about it. If Ralph were here and called her into his office right now, she knew she'd drop to her knees in an instant and start sucking his cock. Tears flooded her beautiful blue eyes as she hurried to the ladies restroom, where she hid inside a stall until she could stop crying. Her pussy ached with . . . What? Pain . . . need? Help me. Someone please help me, she whispered. Cleo's Fall Ch. 04 Note: Yes, I was struggling with my own self-worth issues in those days, and now know that I had some seriously repressed sexual behaviors. I guess in a way I was scared of letting myself get too serious about anyone, believing they couldn't possibly find me attractive and desirable. It wasn't because guys rejected me. Heck, they were all over me every time they got a chance. Still, I remained a virgin until graduating college, and even then didn't try out all the devious fantasies I grew up having. As I said, fantasies are sometimes better than the real thing, and when we finally do try them, we are many times disappointed. Additionally, these stories may make it seem like I had an awful lot of fantasizing going on with me back then. But remember, these are several fantasies I had over a number of years, and are not necessarily sequential. I am just making an effort to link them all together into a story line for this post. I hope it works. Cleo ***** Ralph returned on Wednesday but Cleo took great pains to avoid him. Somehow, if she could stay out of sight until Mike returned from his trip the following week, she might be able to make it. That wasn't going to happen. Late Thursday afternoon just as she was getting ready to leave, she looked up and saw Ralph standing in front of her desk. As usual, his loose wet lips had a lewd smirk on them. "How's my pretty little cocksucker today?" he said too quietly for anyone else to overhear. When she didn't reply right away, he jerked his head and said, "Close up and meet me in the parking lot. I got a new trick to show you." He didn't even wait for her to refuse, walking away without looking back. He was confident she would follow, and she did. "Damn you," Cleo whispered silently. "Damn you to hell!" How dare him to treat her this way. Still, five minutes later she was climbing into his car like he was the Pied Piper and she, his trained rat. Ralph didn't even look at her as he put it in gear and moved into traffic. "Let me see your pussy," he finally said. "It's been a long time since I've seen it." She started to hesitate, then knowing she would only end up doing it anyway, raised her hips and slid her short skirt up to her waist. Then, using her thumbs, she worked the scanty thong panties down over the flair of her hips, feeling the cold air from the air conditioner against her moist crotch. "My, my," Ralph breathed. "I can smell you from here, my little slut. Is it wet? Touch it and tell me." Looking him in the eyes, she ran a finger through her slit and held it out for him to see the wetness on it. "Lick it off," he told her, and she complied, her heart racing. "We're going to a movie tonight." He smirked at her. They didn't speak again until he pulled into a darkened parking lot next to an adult theater. He opened the door and got out, saying, "Come on. We're here." Frightened and embarrassed, she followed Ralph into the store with downcast eyes, praying no one who knew her would see them. It was the first time she had ever been inside such a place and she was surprised by the large rubber dildos and dirty book displays, right out in public. A doorway with a dirty curtain in the back of the store, displayed a sign saying that only one person to a booth would be tolerated. Sounds of video sex were coming from a darkened area behind the curtain. There was a sloppy older man, and a young pimply-faced boy working behind the counter. Every so often, one of them would make change for someone who would instantly disappear behind the dirty curtain. There were several men in the store and Cleo could feel their eyes boring into her as she stared at the various items on display, faking interest. She was conscious of her short skirt and tank top. Ralph spoke quietly with the older man behind the cash register for a moment. The guy turned it over to the pimpled kid, motioning for Ralph to follow him into a small office behind the counter. Ralph got her attention and beckoned her to follow. Up close, the man looked even dirtier and sloppier than she'd thought earlier. He wore soiled pants and a dirty, once-white t-shirt, his teeth stained by tobacco. His gray-spotted beard indicated he hadn't shaved in at least a week, probably about the last time he'd had a bath. Ralph spoke to her coldly without looking at her. "This nice man is named Chuck. He's going to let us watch a movie together even though it's against store policy. Isn't that nice of him, Cleo?" She nodded slightly, wondering where this was going. She knew she looked completely out of place in her heels and skirt, perfect make-up and long blonde hair pulled back into a fluffy ponytail. She suddenly wanted to run right out of the front door but her legs wouldn't work anymore. Whatever was going to happen, she knew she would probably end up doing just as Ralph ordered. She was disgusted by that admission, but was nonetheless resigned to the realization of the hold he held over her. He was a repulsive' pudgy little man with fat wet lips, but just being this close to him again, and his verbal abuse earlier had made her wet with desire. She shuddered uncontrollably as an image of what lay just beneath Ralph's baggy pants, flashed across her mind. Try as she would, she couldn't understand her attraction to this repulsive creature. She hated him, but she needed him too - needed his degradation - his contempt. She needed to feel used. "Now, what can we do for you to return the favor, Chuck? Name it." Ralph smirked at her as he spoke to the shoddy store owner. Cleo watched in horror as Chuck leaned back in the chair and unzipped his trousers, fingering out a knobby, half-hardened cock. He grinned lewdly at her. Instantly, she knew what she was supposed to do, but Ralph told her anyway. "Go ahead, baby. Hurry up and suck his cock so we can go watch the movie." "Ralph, please . . ." she started to say. "Ralph? Ralph? Get on your fucking knees, you worthless slut. Have you forgotten our deal already? Do it right now or I walk out." Closing her eyes tightly to hide the scalding tears of humiliation, she instantly did as Ralph ordered, crawling closer until she was kneeling in front of Chuck's chair. Up close, Chuck's poor hygiene was even more apparent. She could smell his crotch from two feet away, and when she finally did open her eyes, she saw that his pubic hair was matted and soiled. She hesitated, an expression of pleading on her face as she glanced hopefully up at Ralph's unrelenting face. His cold expression said it all. Inexplicably, she felt her vagina gush as it expelled its juices. Finally, holding her breath, she edged closer and licked the head of Chuck's flaccid cock. The first contact stung her tongue but she forced herself to ignore the smell and taste, trying to get through it as quickly as possible. Finally, she blanked her mind and engulfed the head of his cock, sucking it down her soft throat. It instantly became stiff, increasing substantially in size as it pushed insistently against the back of her throat. Not as large as Tom's, or even Ralph's, it was still much larger than Mike's. She silently rebuked herself. What, a connoisseur on cocks already? The stinging to her tongue disappeared after a moment and either she had grown used to the smell, or it had decreased somewhat as she shamelessly mouthed this stranger's throbbing penis. A small spurt of pre-cum coated her tongue and she groaned involuntarily as she hungrily swallowed it, redoubling her efforts in order to bring more. She rubbed her thighs together and found that she was sopping wet between her legs. How could that be? This was disgusting, foul, awful! Yet, she was becoming more excited by the moment. Chuck's hard dick banged against the back of her throat and she almost gagged, tasting his bitter pre-cum again. He pressed his bulbous head against the small opening of her throat in an attempt to get it deeper inside her. She in turn, pushed her mouth downward on it, feeling in slip inside her throat to its base. A soft moan forced itself from her mouth before she could stop it, and she heard Ralph chuckle from behind her. "Told ya so. She loves a hard cock better than anything." Chuck groaned and had to literally force her sucking mouth off his cock. Pulling on her arms, he made her stand on noticeably wobbly legs. "Come on baby get up here on this thing. I'd love to shoot this load down your throat but I ain't ever had anything that looked like you, and right now I want to sample some of that high class pussy." As she eagerly straddled him, she could see Chuck's long thin cock curved sharply to the right. Like she had no will of her own Cleo allowed Chuck to position her over his now rampant cock, holding her in place as she squirmed, her bare ass making slow circles, wantonly seeking its thick crown. He thrust upward wildly, erratically banging the head of it against her buttocks. Unable to wait, she reached down and grasped it, guiding it to the center of her wetness. Slowly, she lowered herself down onto his cock, moaning softly as she did so. Instantly, they were fucking each other without regard for Ralph's presence. Chuck forced Cleo's mouth down to his and stuck his foul tongue into it all the way to her tonsils. Mindless with lust, she sucked his tongue until it finally retreated, then followed it into his mouth with her own, searching, probing, tasting. She moaned into his mouth and heard Ralph laugh from somewhere behind her. She was close now, twisting and sliding on Chuck's lap, his long curved cock rubbing her insides, finding spots where no one had touched her before. Suddenly Chuck grabbed her hips and his eyes rolled upward as he came hard and deep inside her, shuddering and bucking like a wild bronco. Vaguely, she thought that he must have been saving it up for a month, because it felt like a fire hose spurting, like he was actually taking a piss inside her. She could feel his hot spunk bouncing off the walls of her vagina, flooding her womb, a lot of it running down the insides of her thighs. It was so very nasty. That thought was all it took. She cried out loudly out as she came long and hard, shuddering and jerking like she was having a fit. After minutes of quaking on the strange cock and gasping for breath, she slowly regained her presence of mind enough to rise on shaky legs and straighten her clothing. Chuck looked up through half-closed eyes, breathing through his mouth. "The next time you come here little girl, I'm gonna fuck you up the ass. That's a promise. Ralph says you love it like that . . ." he panted for a moment, then ". . . and a classy babe like you, I won't get that chance every day." Without a word, Ralph grasped her arm and led her out. On the other side of the dirty curtain she'd seen earlier, several men loitered in the dark, damp hallway. She suddenly remembered her lusty cries in the nearby office and wondered if they'd heard her. They probably had, for they stared hungrily as Ralph chose one of the small rooms and locked the door behind them. He popped several coins into the slot and instantly, a pretty, blond woman came on the screen. She was being fucked simultaneously by two big black men with gigantic cocks, one in her mouth and one in her ass. Cleo stared enviously at the woman on the screen until Ralph said, "take off your blouse and skirt." As she did, she shivered in the coldness of the small booth. She looked around the square room, seeing there was a TV screen on one wall, the locked door directly opposite of it. The other two walls had holes in them. She caught a glimpse of movement through one of the holes and wondered if anyone could see them in the flickering light of the movie screen. The answer came immediately, as a large black cock emerged from one of the holes. "Go on," Ralph said. "Suck it." "Please . . ." "Shit! Let's get the fuck out of here then." Terrified that he meant it, she whimpered. "I'm sorry, Ralp . . . Master. Please. I'll do as you say." Heart pounding madly in her chest, Cleo knelt on the sticky floor and slowly took the thick black cock into her mouth. She felt like a complete slut and despite her earlier protests, she loved the taste and feel of the huge silken cock sliding into her warm mouth. She was suddenly aware that Ralph was snapping pictures. Instantly, her mouth filled with huge gobs of sperm and she nearly choked as she struggled to swallow the unexpected flood. She vaguely wondered how worked-up the man must've been to cum so quickly. After another moment of licking, sucking and nibbling, the cock withdrew. It was immediately replaced by another one - a short, stubby white cock, unnaturally thick, with a blue vein the size of her small finger. Without being told this time, she started sucking the new cock with fresh gusto. She felt Ralph's hands pushing and positioning her for some reason, and then saw why. Another large black cock was protruding from the opposite wall. It was clear Ralph wanted her penetrated at both ends. Feeling even more like a soiled whore than before, she just backed up and took the strange cock into her soppy pussy. The complete nastiness of it all nearly made her knees buckle, as she squirmed against one cock, sucking the other for all she was worth. She realized that at this moment, she had fallen as far as she could possibly go. She didn't care right at the moment. All that mattered were these two wonderful cocks throbbing away inside her, using her like she needed. This time it lasted longer and Cleo panted with her efforts to bring the two strange cocks off together, as well as to cum herself. She felt it building from somewhere deep inside her loins, threatening to explode and blow her into a thousand pieces. "Ohhhh god," she groaned. A spurt of pre-cum coated her tongue, and then, the impact of her orgasm hit her like a freight train. "Aggggg, yes, yes, YES!" she screamed, not caring who might be outside the room listening. Moaning and crying, she repeatedly banged her face and ass against the two walls, in an effort to get even more of the strange cocks inside her. Lumps of cum coated her mouth and slid down her throat to pool in her soft belly. Then the man behind her thrust savagely into her cunt and his scalding sperm flooded her from that end too. It went on for a long time. Even after the two men had stopped cumming she rolled her hips back against the wall and lovingly licked the huge cock stuck in her face. When they finally withdrew from her depths, she was left bracing herself against the walls, half-sobbing and gasping for breath, the sperm of two strange men on her face and running down her trembling thighs. "There's another one," Ralph was saying. "Take this one up your ass, sweetie. It looks like a whopper." Cleo looked up in utter exhaustion to see a huge black dong protruding from one of the holes. She groaned in submission and simply raised herself up to meet it. It was easier this time, probably because Tom was so well-hung and liked to fuck her there so often. The black cock slid inside her tender ass as she grunted with effort. Then excited once more, she pulled away and slammed back against it, riding it like a bronco. After only a moment, she heard a loud grunt from the other side of the thin wall. Smiling a strange smile, she began twisting and pounding backward to receive the stranger's load up her ass. She vaguely noticed Ralph was pulling on his bloated cock, watching her frantic gyrations to reach her peak again. Just as the guy behind her stiffened and groaned loudly, she slid off the end of his cock, turned quickly around and swallowed his slimy cock to the base, swallowing as fast as she could so not to lose a drop of his delicious spunk. She gulped and quacked as her orgasm hit, whimpering like a small hurt animal. When the stranger finally withdrew his deflating cock from her sucking mouth with a tiny pop, she rested her lips against the hole in the wall as though hoping someone else would be there to take his place. But the hole remained empty and she straightened up with a sigh. Slowly sinking to her knees, she let her head fall forward, exhausted, the words ruined . . . ruined . . . ruined . . . kept running through her mind, overpowering the thumping of her runaway heart. Behind her, Ralph sounded as if he were in awe, as he said, "Holy fucking shit! What a show, baby. Here, suck my cock and we'll go." She did. Then once more before arriving home Exhausted and depressed, Cleo called in sick the next day, sleeping until nearly noon, praying Tom wouldn't come around and awaken her for more of his acrobatic sex. She'd heard him snoring when she'd returned late last night, so he'd probably taken a cab from the airport. Around eleven, she arose and took a long hot shower. Afterward, she felt a little more refreshed and hungry. Dressing in shorts and halter-top, she went into the kitchen and took some eggs and bread from the refer. From her kitchen window, she saw Tom was already outside, talking with one of the three guys from her lawn service. The old Mexican in charge was about fifty, very big and greasy-looking. She vaguely recalled his name was Gomez. The tall black boy and two stocky Mexican youths stood nearby, listening. She finally put the eggs back and just ate a bowl of cold cereal, cleaning up her dishes when she heard Tom enter. "Well, daughter. Hard night?" She ignored him. "Nice outfit. Makes my dick hard." All of a sudden, she was sorry she'd dressed so skimpily. "I'm tired, Tom. Leave me alone." She heard him move behind her, but before she could move his hands were under the halter-top, fingers grasping her tender nipples. She felt his hardness growing against her ass cheeks. "Please . . . don't, Tom. Not today. Please." Tom grasped her wrist in a vice-like grip, leading her from the kitchen. "Come on, I want to show you something," he said gruffly. He forcibly led her into his basement apartment. Somehow, without her knowledge, he'd placed a large wooden barrel there with a pulley hanging over it from the ceiling. When she saw it, she shuddered, not knowing exactly why. Before she knew what he was doing, Tom pulled her arms together and handcuffed them in front. The cuffs were lined with velvet. She'd seen a pair just like them at the adult theater's sex toy store the previous night. "What . . . the fuck? Tom! Stop this! Right now!" "Shut up. Or I'll pull off my shorts and stuff them in your fucking mouth." She started to retort angrily, but the look in his eyes told her he was serious. There was a snap-link in the chain hanging from the overhead pulley. Tom snapped it to her cuffed hands. Then he pulled on the rope until her toes barely touched the floor. Grinning, he stepped forward and slipped a blindfold over her eyes. "There, now, daughter." "Please, Tom. Please . . ." "I said to shut the fuck up! You want gagged too?" Instantly, she clamped her mouth shut, and remained silent. Tom unsnapped her halter-top, and cool air enveloped her pert breasts. She felt his thumbs inside the waistband of her shorts, and more cool air engulfed her as they also fell. Without a word, she heard Tom leaving her to just hang there, alone. Puzzled by the excitement she felt at being totally helpless and nude, she waited. True, she was frightened and uncomfortable in the cuffs and a little chilled due to her clothing being removed, but she was also growing wet! After a few moments the sound of Tom's returning drifted to her - he had someone with him. "See?" Tom said. "Just like I told you. For ten bucks apiece you each get two turns with her. Make sure you use all her holes, though. She particularly loves it up the ass." Cleo's Fall Ch. 04 Oh no. Please don't let this be happening to me, she thought. The ropes were loosened and she thought they were letting her go, but then she was pushed facedown over the barrel. "Stand back, boys and I'll show you how a real man does it," she heard the older man, Gomez say. Her ass cheeks were forced apart, and then the big dirty man's breath, beat against her pussy-lips. Despite herself, she shivered in anticipation, hearing Gomez chuckle lewdly. "She's already wet, boys," he said, suddenly licking her from clit to asshole. Blind-folded, she was unprepared for his invasion, nearly screaming with the shock of his wet tongue. He just kept licking her like that until she finally relaxed, her legs involuntarily falling apart, letting him reach the places he wanted. A soft groan eventually escaped her mouth as she felt the spongy tip of one of the other men's meaty cock brush against her lips, his pre-cum making them wet. Gomez buried his thick tongue deep inside her wet pussy and she groaned aloud, opening her mouth to willingly take the waiting cock. She felt like a whore, but just couldn't help herself. Gomez pulled away and she pushed her ass backward, trying to recapture the hot tongue invading her nether hole again. In about a second, he was back, slamming his thick cock into her cunt all the way to its base. She gasped, allowing the other invading cock to slide easily down her milking throat. From far away she heard Tom laughing, and something else. The clicking of his camera as he snapped pictures. Gomez was fucking her ruthlessly now, hard deep strokes that were driving her wild. The cock in her mouth was leaking pre-cum as she hungrily sucked it deeper down her throat. The guy in her mouth suddenly stiffened and thick gobs coated her mouth, sliding down her throat to pool inside her soft belly. She swooned and had it not been for the barrel she was leaning over, she would've collapsed. Swirling around her tongue, tasting like ambrosia, she savored it - the nastiness of it - the feeling of being used. Swallowing the thick substance, and without any warning she also climaxed hard and continuously, feeling Gomez's cock tremble and erupt inside her as she bucked and moaned, pushing backwards to meet his hard thrusts. She felt so dirty. So Nasty. All the while, Tom's camera never ceased clicking. Finally, Gomez eased himself from her clasping pussy, as did the guy in her hungry mouth. Cuffed as she was, she couldn't stop them, though she wanted to. "Man, she sure is a beauty," she heard Gomez gasp. "Gotta have more of that after I rest a bit." "Move, Gomez," she heard the tall black youth say as he ripped the blind-fold from her eyes. "You've got her pussy all sloppy. I wantta try some of her tight little ass hole." Cleo could now see the youth's stiff cock, straining to burst out of its tight skin. It looked like a giant black sausage. Trembling with fear, she shook her head from side to side, moaning. "No, please don't. Do my pussy, please. It'll be good, I promise it will. Not my ass. You're too big. It'll hurt. Please." The black youth paid her no mind as he positioned himself behind her and eased forward until the tip of his monster cock was touching her tender pink ring. "Oh baby," he said softly. "You gonna get this black meat up the old shit-chute and I'm betting you'll love it, too." "Please . . ." Cleo started to say, just as he shoved it inside her, not pausing until his curly black pubic hairs brushed the cheeks of her white ass. "Yeoool, oh god, . .no . . .nooooo! Aghhhh!" she screamed, tossing her blond hair from side to side. Her stretched asshole was on fire, the pain nearly causing her to pass out, but fate would not be so kind to her at this moment. The large cock slowly withdrew and she could feel each ridgeline as it slid out of her clinging asshole. Then, it slammed back inside her, until she could feel the curly pubic hairs against her tender ass cheeks once more. She whimpered like a hurt puppy and he hesitated. She thought at last he might take pity on her, but the hard cock didn't let up, hammering into her again like a jackhammer, and then like rapid-fire. "Oh god, it feels like a fencepost inside me! Aggggggh! Please. . ." "Once you get used to this Nigger cock, baby, you gonna love it." She was getting looser back there and the pain had somewhat subsided. She sighed deeply and relaxed a bit as the long black cock began to slide easily in and out. Cleo felt her clit being pushed against the rough barrel top, felt it throbbing. The others heard her grunt again but this time it didn't sound as if she was in pain. They also noticed she was pushing backward slightly against the back youth's thrusts, rotating her ass cheeks as his balls hit her clit with each thrust. Tom laughed, but the clicking of his camera had been replaced by a whirling sound now - a video camera. Cleo was suddenly aware she was pushing backward eagerly now, trying to capture all of the big black cock pounding away inside her hot hole. "Yes," she heard herself moaning deliriously. "Yes, yes, yes . . ." Something brushed against her lips as Gomez shoved his hard cock into her mouth. It was different than the one she'd just sucked. She almost smiled at the revelation. Just a few short weeks and she was already a connoisseur of hard cocks, able to identify them by only their feel and taste. Then she was coming like a runaway train, hard and continuously, going completely wild, delirious with pleasure. If she hadn't been tied over the wooden barrel she'd have been all over the floor. Another wave of pain and pleasure rolled over her as she felt the huge black cock throbbing inside her bowels. Then they both were coming together, groaning and twisting, sweat and cum mingling - and the guy in her mouth coated her pallet with his own load of bitter-sweet cum. It seemed to go on forever. The hammering of her asshole and pussy continued for another two hours and when they finally left Tom took his turn at her as she lay limp, not responding to his grunts and groans. Somehow, she even managed to cum again. She had awakened the following morning feeling like she'd been dragged through a sewer, smelling like it, too. Despondent to the point of self-injury she'd decided to call in sick, determining she couldn't do this anymore. Ralph could go fuck himself! Then he'd called and she'd practically run for the shower. Ralph had phoned Cleo an hour before she was to report to her job, telling her to pack an overnight bag. He didn't tell her why and she was too exhausted from Tom's constant pounding over the weekend, to ask. He hardly spoke to her as he drove north into the rural countryside. They passed through three small towns, coming to a community with large estates with nice lawns. He passed them all, finally pulling into the parking lot of a nice motel. Several pretty girls were squealing and laughing with a couple of young men as they played in the large swimming pool. Ralph told her to leave the overnight bag in the car, and they walked up a flight of stairs to a room. He went inside without knocking, and she followed. It turned out to be a large suite. Sitting on the king-size bed was the same overweight black man she'd given a blowjob on the flight back from their convention. A tall, beautiful black woman walked in from the bathroom, smiling brightly as she entered. Cleo was struck by her beauty. "Hi baby," the black man said. "This is Polly, my wife." Cleo nodded silently, uncomfortable with being in the same room with the wife of a man she'd had sex with earlier. "I'll be back in a couple hours," Ralph said, walking out and closing the door behind him. When Cleo looked back at the black man, his pants were around his ankles, his flaccid penis lying against his thigh like a giant sausage. Cleo gulped, staring. She felt the woman moving, and saw she'd also removed her clothing. "Don't be a prude, Cleo," she said smiling kindly. "You're the only one still dressed." Staring at the floor, feeling trapped, Cleo did what was expected of her, slowly removing her dress and then her underwear. Her memory kicked in as she saw the thick black cock lying against his thigh, and her tongue darted out as she unconsciously licked her lips to wet them. "My god, Jeffery" gasped the woman. "She's even more beautiful than you said she was." "Come here, baby girl," Jeffery said softly. Obediently, she moved closer, stopping between his sprawled legs, intently staring down at his endowment, now growing larger against his thigh. "Make it hard, baby - like you did on the plane." He lay back, waiting. There was loud roaring in her ears, pounding in her chest as, like a robot, Cleo sank to her knees and started licking his limp penis. Fascinated, she watched it slowly stiffening, growing into the formidable monster she'd known on the night-flight back home. Somewhere in that short process, her heart began to pound even harder, she had that tell-tell shortness of breath again and she felt her pussy gushing copious amounts; all signs that signaled she was hooked once more. When his cock was completely hard, she took most of it into her mouth, working the huge head into the tightness of her throat. She heard him gasp above her as he wrapped his fingers in her hair, humping against her face. He slid farther onto the bed, dragging her up and forward with him. She never once lost contact with his delicious cock. After a moment, he groaned and pushed her away, watching as she strained to recapture his raging cock inside her hungry mouth. "One moment, baby. I want this to last," he gasped. After a moment, he released his grip, hearing her sigh as she slid his cock between her lips again. She felt weight on the bed beside her, and then the black woman's head sliding under her where she began to suck Cleo's right tit. Cleo groaned loudly, rubbing her tights together, enjoying the friction. "I think she likes that," the woman said, her words muffled around the full breast. "Ralph said she was a total slut. I can see that she is." After another few minutes, she heard the woman say, "Get the fuck out of the way, Jeffery. I gotta get on this white bitch, or I'm gonna die." The man moved over and his wife flipped Cleo onto her back, with ease. Cleo gasped at how strong she was, but suddenly she was staring up into a bushy crotch. The pussy was a bright pink on the inside, its curly cunt hairs, dripping wet. Cleo had never seen one this close before. She felt the woman's tongue lap her pussy from end-to-end, and then again - and Cleo screamed. The man moved up near her head. He stroked her face with his fingers. "Sheeesh," he said. "Be quiet, baby. We don't want the cops in here." The woman licked her pussy again, lowering her own bush until Cleo was engulfed in her aroma, its wetness rubbing against the sides of her face. It was plain what she wanted so Cleo, who'd been programmed lately to do whatever was expected of her, stuck out her tongue. After a moment, she could feel an intense orgasm forming somewhere deep within her belly. She wrapped her arms around the woman's large ass, pulling her even closer, struggling to bury her face deeper inside the woman's sloppy opening. When she came, she screamed hysterically into the dark wet cunt where she feasted, blubbering against its wetness. Quake after violent quake shook her body, and by the gyrations of the black ass she held onto so tightly, she could tell the woman was sharing one of her own. It seemed to last forever and when it was finally over, they didn't move for a long time, just continued lapping at each other's core, sucking up the sweetness until they were soon moaning and crying inside each other's vagina again. It was a first for Cleo, and one of the nastiest things she'd ever done! That thrilled her! The man just watched quietly, and when his exhausted wife finally rolled off Cleo, he replaced her pussy with his cock, shoving it down Cleo's throat with one strong thrust. He came almost at once, flooding her gut with the warm, thick cream she remembered from before. He recovered quickly, and after catching his breath, Jeffery roughly flipped her over on her stomach, lifted her into a doggy position and rammed it in her up to its base. Cleo moaned in soft protest, but was soon pushing back to meet his hard thrusts. The woman assumed the same position as Cleo, directly in front of her, lifting her ass so Cleo was staring right into her used, puffy snatch. She knew now what was required, so she inched forward and licked the juice from the wet cunt, listening to her gasp loudly. Her face buried inside the black woman's crotch, hammered from the rear, she couldn't last. Soon she was screaming into the woman's dark "V" again, sobbing and blubbering in her juices. Then they all went over the edge together. They didn't stop at that. Cleo climaxed several more times as the man fucked her in the ass and the woman sat on her face. Ralph returned two hours later to find her mouth red and raw-looking, body fluid matting her long hair. She looked as if she'd been completely and thoroughly used by both parties. Ralph smiled at the black couple as if to say, See? I told you so! Sore and exhausted, smelling like dried cum and pussy juice, she watched as the man handed over a large roll of bills, which Ralph shoved into his pocket. Weak and wobbly, she silently climbed back into Ralph's car and slept as he drove them back toward the city. As she drifted off, she heard him say, "So, how did my little ass-slut like that?" Mike retuned the following day and for about a week and things went back to something like normal. Cleo and Mike had sex of course, but it always left her achingly unsatisfied - and eaten up with guilt. On her way out of the office one evening, Ralph stopped her at the door. "You know that pavilion you have in your back yard? "Yes . . . why?" "I'll be there around 11:30 PM. Sneak out. I've got a boner that needs servicing." "Ralph, ah . . . Master, I can't do that," she whispered urgently. "What if Mike wakes up, or someone sees us?" "I'll be there. You better be there too," he said, walking away. That night, Mike was in bed at his usual time, 10:00 PM like clockwork. He was snoring ten minutes later. Cleo was wearing her blue night gown, nothing under it, the way she liked to sleep. She wouldn't go! She couldn't go. What if Mike were to wake up? No. Definitely not! At 11:30 she got up as though sleepwalking and went outside to the patio. Walking across the damp grass felt good against her bare feet, a cool breeze tickling the hairs on her bare pubic mound under the silk nightie. Ralph sat in the swing, the moon reflecting off his cock as it stuck straight up. She didn't say anything. There was nothing to say. She just knelt in front of him, licked the spongy head once and then took it all in. Ralph groaned softly. In seconds, she was lost in the act. The smell, the taste, the total nastiness of it was wonderful - something she couldn't live without now that she'd found it. It disgusted her, but still, it excited her and somehow made her feel alive. Ralph moaned again, grasped her head, ramming his thick cock down her convulsing throat, already beginning to cum. Long, heavy gobs coated her mouth and tongue, sliding down the long passage of her gullet to pool in her soft stomach. For a long time, she continued nibbling and licking the head of his throbbing cock, waiting because she knew he wasn't finished with her yet. She didn't want him to be either. She needed it. She had to have him finish her off too. After a few minutes Ralph stood, pulling her arm. She arose and he led her to the railing, turned her around, bending her over it. In seconds he had his cock buried to the base inside her wet pussy, ravaging her like a bull in some farmer's pasture. She came instantly. She slowly climbed the mountain and came again - this one much more intense, shaking her entire body, leaving her legs wobbly and weak. Still, he didn't seem ready to stop, so she arched her back to capture more of his exquisite pleasure-giving cock inside her slick core. She was having trouble keeping quiet now, with Ralph hammering into her so violently. The third time she came, it was so intense she had to bite her arm in order to keep from screaming. She finally felt Ralph ejaculate against the walls of her pussy, and when he slipped out, slowly slid to a sitting position, gasping for breath. She looked up to see his shadow standing a few inches before her. "So? Clean my cock so I can get dressed. I gotta get home." She sucked and licked him clean, watching as he faded into the darkness, and then stood and walked back to the bed she shared with her husband, a strange man's cum running down the insides of her legs. When she returned home from work on Monday, she noticed Mike's car in the driveway and realized he must have returned from work early. He had. Sitting at their kitchen table smoking, he was shifting through some documents in front of him. She came up behind him, slipped her arms around his neck and kissed the back of his neck. Straightening up, her eyes fell on one of the documents he was staring at. It was a large photo of her fucking the black yard maintenance youth as she sucked Gomez's large cock. It was plain by the look on her face, she was deeply enjoying it. "Oh God," was all she could think of to say. Mike stood, stared at her for a moment, then turned and walked out. In a minute, she heard his car drive away and collapsed on the kitchen floor, unable to even cry. She considered calling in sick the following day but couldn't stand the silent house any longer, so she went to the office anyway. Depressed beyond caring what happened, she didn't get much work done. Mike hadn't called and she didn't know where he was. Around three in the afternoon Ralph called her into his office where she saw another man, a large black man with a paunch and thick lips. His thick arms and much of his neck was covered with thick, black hair. She shuddered with revulsion. Her first thought was he looked like an ape. "This is Mr. Chapman," Ralph said. "I heard your husband has moved out so I sold you to him yesterday." At first, she thought she'd misunderstood him. "S . . . sold me . . .?" "Yeah. Got a nifty price too. Mr. Chapman is also a Master. By that, I mean he trains sub-missives. Like you darling." "But I'm not . . . " "Oh yes you are. You may not even be aware of it but take it from me, you are. He will own and train you for six months. I may take you back then . . . or, I may sell you to someone else." "No. No . . .!" She wanted to run out the door, but she realized she had nowhere to go. Mike had left her. She was on her own. "Shut up! Go over and introduce yourself to your new owner, Cleo. Don't make this harder on yourself." Ralph started toward her and she retreated across the room to stand in front of the mountainous black man. Chapman's voice was rich and deep, his accent, African. "Kneel, slut." Cleo hesitated, looking back at Ralph with pleading eyes. "Kneel!" Chapman's deep voice bellowed again. Depleted of hope, Cleo obediently sank to her knees. She knew what he wanted, so without being told she unzipped his pants and reached inside. She knew instantly that his cock was the longest and thickest she'd ever seen, even Ralph couldn't compete. Much thicker than Ralph's cock, it was also longer than the big giant at the convention had been. A shiver of dread shot up her spine, followed by another - much like anticipation. No woman alive could take something like that and live. So nasty. So fucking nasty, she thought as she slid her mouth around on it. The giant black snake instantly stiffened in her hand and unprompted, she took his head into her mouth, then stuffed some down throat, working it down until she'd almost captured a third of it. She gagged constantly now, choking, saliva running in gobs down her chin. If she kept this up, she would suffocate on the huge cock. Sold, her mind screamed. Like an animal. She really was a slave now - someone else's property. Then she thought of Mike and realized she was completely alone. Cleo's Fall Ch. 04 No, she wasn't alone. She belonged to someone else, that's all - her master. She attempted to push another inch of the enormous cock down her throat, her face burning as she heard Ralph's familiar laugh. With less than half of the giant meat consumed, her mouth was flooded with the stuff she now lived for. She was home, at last. Cleo's Fall Ch. 05 Note: While most of my posts are non-fiction, this one is not. My husband and I frequently share role-playing to spice-up our sex lives, and I've often shared some of my early fantasies with him when we do. He suggested I compile my early sexual fantasies into a story and submit it as a post here. I've outgrown many of these but still remember them well and how I enjoyed play-acting in my mind as a younger girl. Additionally, the fantasies in the stories below are those of a younger and less experienced person, who had never had anal sex, nor done much else in the way of sex. I found later in life that anal sex is not for me, the fantasy being much better than the actual act itself. I still love being submissive up to a point, and being bound sometimes is a real turn-on for both me and my husband when roleplaying. Fantasies don't always live up to their expectations. In other words, they are more fun thinking about than in the actual practice of them. Cleo ***** As Doctor Chapman's man fetched the car, Ralph told Cleo that the big black man to whom he'd sold her was a renowned scientist who specialized in DNA and Genetic research, and hybrid experiments. He'd been famous a few years earlier for growing a couple goats and dogs in test tubes. Rumors around the medical community were, he'd taken part of some of the experiments, running teats on himself. In any event, he'd become obscenely wealthy by doing some pretty unethical, and perhaps even illegal stuff for various dictators and governments around the globe. Her ex-boss seemed to relish her growing fear, as he described Chapman's checkered past. He closed off by saying coldly, "If you're not completely ruined by the time he finishes with you, maybe I'll take you back for a while." Cleo didn't have to pack anything before she left the home she'd shared with Mike for the past two years. In fact, Mr. Chapman wouldn't let her return and get anything. He said he'd provide everything she'd need and apparently he was so rich that he could. Without a husband now and all alone, she accepted the fact that somehow she'd ended up being a slave to some man she'd never met. She felt totally worthless and deserving of such a fate after all the things she'd done, guiltily accepting it as Karma. By the time they reached their destination, she'd been riding in the back of a stretch limo for three hours, occasionally sucking Mr. Chapman's huge black cock wherever it magically appeared sticking out of its fly. She was never able to take even half of it, but three times she'd swallowed most of his copious flow, and as a result, her crouch was sopping wet. Chapman had told her to remove her underwear before she'd entered his car and had told her at that time, she'd never need them again. Just the thought of that had made her start to gush. But she was scared, too - really scared for the first time in her young life. She didn't know where she was, the man she was with, or what awaited her at the end of their journey. Doctor Chapman . . . no, Master, is how he told her to think of him. Master hadn't even looked at her or acknowledged her as she sucked away on the spongy head his huge cock. After he'd cum in her mouth each time, he'd sat stoically until she'd cleaned him with her mouth, folded his considerable length back inside his pants and zipped him up. She knew it was sick, but she was so horny by then that she'd climb almost anything. She knew Chapman's penis was simply too big for her to accommodate. Too big for anything human! Did he do something with genetics to enhance his size? Was that even possible? Ralph's comment about him conducting experiments on himself sent a shudder through her. There was no denying he was the tallest man she'd ever seen and his cock was bigger than her arm! Had he somehow enlarged his penis by conducting experiments on himself with animal DNA, as Ralph had gleefully suggested? The thing he carried between his legs was no ordinary penis. It was a weapon, one that he could kill her with, if he decided to. She was horny, but not that horny. As wet as she was at the moment she'd climb almost anything, but the prospects someone fucking her right then didn't look all that good. She looked up, shuddering as the ugly driver drove the long car through a gated estate, moving slowly up a long winding driveway toward a mansion. She'd heard her new Master address him as Mr. Kapp. Well, maybe she wouldn't climb "anything." Certainly not the ugly fat driver with the cold fish-eyes. She shuddered again. Just the thought of Kapp's knobby hands touching her made her queasy. Something about him. Not quite human. They were met near the front door by a pretty girl about her own age, short dark hair, dressed in a skimpy maid's uniform. The girl kept her eyes downcast and didn't speak. Master spoke now. "Go with Mr Kapp. He's been driving all day and needs some help with his problem." Whatever Mr. Kapp's problem was, she didn't want to be anywhere near him. She knew better than to argue at this point however, so she obediently followed his fat waddle inside toward the back of the house. She trailed behind him, through a doorway into a large bedroom. This was apparently Mr Kapp's room. He didn't speak to her, instead grabbing her short wrap-a-round near the throat, simply ripping it from her body. Before she could scream, he tossed her face-down on to the king-sized bed. Instantly, she felt a gigantic cock-head pushing against her exposed cunt. "Oh God, no!" she screamed. He didn't stop, nor speak. He kept pushing against her opening, grinding away, relentlessly. At last, he was rewarded for his efforts as the golf-ball-sized head of his cock slipped past her vulva lips, but instantly hung-up in her much too-tight channel. She screamed louder and the fat man slapped her ass, very hard. For a while, as he grunted and labored behind her, she'd scream and he'd silently slap her ass each time. Finally, she got the message and bit her arm, indignantly but quietly allowing him his path to the pleasure he sought. She eventually felt him slide in deeper, push hard again and slide in a little more. Her pussy was on fire from friction, and she was ready to pass out from the pain. The invading cock slid in deeper, pushing the walls aside, forcing tender tissue ahead of it. How big was that thing anyway? Would it never end? Finally, she felt his fat belly brushing against her ass cheeks. What was this place where men had cocks like small horses? Ralph had the biggest cock she'd ever seen and he was smaller than this guy! She was more stuffed than she'd ever been in her life. She lay quietly, afraid to move, feeling the gigantic cock push relentlessly against her cervical core. She groaned against her forearm again. Then he started fucking her like a machine. No preliminaries, no warm up, just long-stroke thrusting, hard and fast. She screamed again and he silently slapped her ass harder. She bit deeper into her arm in an attempt to remain quiet, but she was screaming in her mind. You bastard! You nasty, fat bastard! Yes, nasty. Very nasty. She felt the juices flowing from her pussy again, lubing the giant cock banging against her insides. Oh yes, so nasty, she thought again, envisioning how it must appear if she could only see it. Cleo moaned softly and then louder. She moved backward a bit, meeting the brutal thrusts with small ones of her own. The cock inside her was white hot, throbbing, pulsating, hard as wood. She raised herself onto her elbows, reached back and felt that it was indeed all the way inside her. As it slid in and out, she felt it in her hand. It must have been over a foot long and even thicker than Ralph's, covered with huge, wart-like knobs. She moaned again, this time much louder. Nasty, so nasty, kept echoing in her mind. Suddenly, she was slamming her ass backward, meeting the fat man's thrusts with equal abandon. After too short of a time, the huge cock inside her stiffened, painting her vagina walls with a pint of its thick warm juices. Her own orgasm hit like a freight train, shaking her slim body as if it had no will of its own - violently, continuously for a long time. She was completely out of her mind and on a different level, as she left her shuddering body far below, watching from above as she quivered and quacked on the foot-long cock of the ugly fat man standing behind her, watching as a huge lump passed from the base of his throbbing cock into her clasping pussy. Was it true this creature not only looked the part, but actually was part animal? She'd heard how dogs could "tie" with their bitches because of the huge knot at the base of their cocks, but she'd never heard of a man doing something like that! It was clear that Mr. Kapp could tie with his mate - either as a freak of nature, or, she shuddered - by design! His loud grunts and her moans of ecstasy slowly faded away until all that could be heard was their heavy, ragged breathing. The fat man didn't move. He couldn't. His knot was locked inside her and she suddenly felt herself cumming again. Only when she was totally limp, not responding in any manner, did he slowly pull his limp cock from her dripping pussy with a small pop. Somehow, she still muttered a small sound of protest, pushing mindlessly backward to recapture it. He stood behind her on trembling legs, staring down at her as though in shock, as she quickly turned around and engulfed nearly all of his girth down her throat, completely cleaning him of their juices. After a moment of listening to her slurp on it, he grasped her head between his meaty hands and began thrusting into her face once more. She instinctively reached up, grasped his fat ass cheeks in her tiny hands, pulling him deeper into her milking throat. He came again in less than a minute, shooting his stored-up jizm down her clasping throat as she moaned hungrily for more. The knot pushed past her lips this time, trying to lodge in her working throat. She wrapped her lips around it and held it in place as her tongue attacked it relentlessly. Then he jerked his cock from her sucking mouth with a loud noise, turned and walked out of the room, his limp monster swinging nearly to his knees. He had not spoken a word throughout the entire ordeal. After he departed, she lay spread-eagle on the large bed, dazed, the bitter taste of his cum still on her tongue, filling her mouth. Confused and dazed, she wondered just what had happened. IT was as if she'd been drugged! Had they put something in the water she'd drank earlier? Was it in the air here already? Not sure exactly how long she lay there, she heard another sound and looked up to find Doctor Chapman - Master - standing beside the bed. Instantly aware of her sticky thighs and wet face, she tried covering up, but he seemed unfazed by her used condition. "You are here for one reason and one reason only," he said softly. "To be used however I see fit. You will do things here that only a short time ago you would not have even imagined." She uttered a soft protest, but he held up his hand. "No. Don't protest. You'll do them. You have no choice. All the girls here have learned that. It can be easy, or hard. That will be your only choice. Now get cleaned up and report for dinner." On wobbly legs and still nude, she went directly to the room assigned her, a suite really, with a huge round bed, large walk-in closets and sumptuous bath. Laid out on the bed, was a beautiful full-length gown, heels and a peril necklace. No underwear. She took a long hot shower, washing the fat man's cum from her face and hair, and put on the fabulous new clothes. They fit perfectly. She piled her hair on her head, and thought she looked as if she were headed out for a date at a fine restaurant. There were four others at the table when she arrived; Master and three beautiful females; one about her age, one a little older, and one dark-skin girl who appeared about nineteen or twenty. All were dressed similar to her and were already seated. They were apparently waiting on her arrival. One large chair was vacant so she went to it and prepared to sit, pausing as she stared down. In the center of the padded seat was a four-inch silicone cock - sticking straight up. She glanced at Master and saw one eyebrow rise slightly, instantly remembering what he'd said in the fat man's bedroom. She had no choice. She belonged to him now. Carefully, she raised her long dress and eased herself down onto the dildo. That was easy because her vulva lips were still swollen from Mr Kapp's battering only a short time before. The protrusion was made of a soft velvety substance and obviously had wires running through it because it throbbed subtly and felt instantly warm - not an altogether unpleasant sensation. The dark maid, who'd met them at the door earlier, rolled in plates of food on a cart, placing them in front of each guest, beginning with Master. Cleo took her clue from the others, sitting with her eyes down, only taking a bite once Master had started eating. "I trust you find your room to standards," he said, smiling slightly, staring at her. He had large thick lips and teeth that literally gleamed in his ink-black face. "Yes . . . Master," she replied. The rubber cock inside her suddenly begin moving in a slow, insistent rotation, causing her to suck in a startled breath. "I hope all of you are comfortable," Chapman continued, as though unnoticing. "I really trust none of you will embarrass me at the dinner table. I like my girls to act like ladies while dining." He smiled, but this time it looked more sinister. Cleo took another bite of food, trying to ignore the moving dildo inside her. She would swear it'd increased another five degrees in temperature. Suddenly, it was slowly moving up-and-down, in and out, rotating slowly. Cleo fought the feeling, took a sip of white wine, forcing down the groan building deep inside her. She knew this would be torture before it ended. She didn't even taste the food she was consuming. "Ahggg," It was the young dark-skin teenager. Cleo subtly watched the girl clinching her eyes tightly and shuddering, then she began squirming around in her chair. "Oh god," she moaned softly. Then her face twisted grotesquely and she screamed out loudly, "Og yes! AGGGGG!." It seemed like her climax lasted a long time and when it was over, she slowly slumped forward in her chair, eyes still closed, forehead resting on the white table cloth. The large fat man, Kapp, suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He was dressed only in a black thong that barely covered his massive organ, his huge belly hanging like a large slab of meat over it. Without any command from Master, he lifted the girl from her chair, tossed her feet-first over his thick shoulder, and walked away. Cleo could see the girl's shaved young pussy oozing juices as they disappeared. She almost found herself envying the girl. Almost. "Mr Kapp will discipline Angel for her little indiscretion. She's still young and hasn't learned to control herself yet. I trust there will be no other outbursts?" Cleo shuddered as she imagined just how Mr. Kapp would "discipline the young girl, trying to fight back the sensations building inside her own pussy, which was still tender from Mr. Kapp's earlier plummeting. The warm cock rotating inside her had grown warmer, and she gulped more wine to keep from making a sound. She could tell by the strained expressions on the other women's faces that they were having a similar struggle. That was when she realized just how cruel her new master was going to be. Oh, it was indeed torture for sure, not-withstanding its ultimate pleasure. She took another bite of what tasted like cardboard to her palate. Somehow, none of them gave-in to the urge to climax, but to a person, their faces were pale and their legs shaky as they lifted themselves from the wet rubber cocks after dinner, slowly wobbling away on high-heels while clinching their thighs tightly. "Cleo may stay," she heard Master say softly, offering her his arm. A shiver of absolute terror ran up her spine as she took it. As they walked through the long hallways of the mansion, Cleo held on to her master's thick arm, for the first time realizing just how huge he really was. She barely came to his broad chest. He clearly stood over six-eight, well over three-hundred pounds. His broad face was like black granite, and she knew just by looking at it that he could be terribly cruel. She shivered again. He grinned down, his wide teeth gleaming. "Cold, little whore? I will soon find something to warm you up." She trembled in fear, but none-the-less, felt her crotch ooze the same wetness that'd started at the dinner table. They had to have put something in the food! Master went on. "While you're here, you are the property of any man who approaches you. You will obey them as quickly and unquestioning as if the order came directly from me. I have my reasons. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master," she muttered softly. Cleo descended steep steps into the basement with the man who had become her master. There, they entered through a heavy wooden door. The room was designed like a gigantic bedroom dungeon with several large TV screens, and lots of strange equipment. Right in the center was a rack of some sort, and its sight instantly projected fear into her. Strapped to the rack was the same young girl she saw leave with Mr Kapp. He was there too, still wearing his black thong. He looked grotesque with his soft belly hanging over it, barely covering a huge erection that was pushing against the silk cloth. Angel, lay with her arms stretched widely, strapped to the rack with shackles. Her legs were also stretched wide, the ankles tied overhead to rings hanging from the ceiling. Her shaved pussy, which had looked so warm and moist as she was carried from the dining room, now appeared dry and puckered with terror. The girl's thin body appeared small and white against the black rack, like a sacrificial lamb ready to be slaughtered. Kapp held a leather whip with many tails, grinning cruelly as he slapped Angel across the ass with it. Her painful grunts brought Cleo back to the present, as she noticed several red welts across the young girl's buttocks. Still wearing her cocktail dress and heels, Cleo felt uncomfortable in their naked presence. As she and her master approached, Kapp silently stuck out his hand with the lather whip in it. "Take it," Master said. Cleo fearfully did as instructed, noting it was made of a fine, soft leather. The handle, shaped like an erect phallus, felt cool in her hand. "Strike her," Master said. Cleo hesitated but as her master's eyes turned frosty, she hit the young girl lightly across the buttocks. Angel, who had a rubber-ball gag in her mouth, looked up at Cleo gratefully. "Harder! Unless you want to take her place," Master commanded. Cleo brought her arm back, hesitated, then brought it down harder against the girl's ass. Angel groaned loudly and thrashing around, pulling against her bonds. "Again," Master said. "This time hit her pussy." Cleo stared down into Angel's pleading eyes, the young girl shaking her head frantically. Cleo hesitated only briefly but didn't want to end up as Angel now was, so she brought her arm back and struck the shaved pussy-lips harder, watching as Angel's eyes rolled back into her head with pain. This time she hadn't made a sound. "You probably wonder what Mr Kapp does for me, so I'll tell you. I have found no woman who can handle my cock, but as you found out earlier, Mr. Kapp is hung like a stallion. Still, he is much smaller than I, so I have Mr. Kapp get the girls ready for me. I gave you to him earlier as a present, but also so you can start getting ready to accommodate my girth. That's why you will submit to any man working here who wants you. I hire only men who are well-endowed, and it is their job to get you ready for me. Cleo's Fall Ch. 05 "The eldest woman at my table tonight, was Amy. She's twenty-six. Amy has been here for a year and during that time has become totally addicted to cock. If she doesn't have one for even a day, she's in complete misery. She's that way because of my process here. Several times a day for months, I allowed her to be ravaged until finally, she simply had to have it or go mad. Make no mistake you will be the same over time. She is the only female at my dinner table tonight with whom I have personally fucked. It essential that you know, once I fuck a woman she is forever ruined for any other man. "Kapp will occasionally service Amy if she becomes too miserable in her need, but even his cock does her little good now. It is mine that she craves and the only one with the size to satisfy her. I've told Kapp to start her anal training soon, so she will be ready for me when I want her. When Kapp has a new girl ready for me, or when I tire of her, Amy will be discarded. "Too bad. Like the others who have either lived through their ordeal with me, or that I have turned out after I tire of them, Amy will wander through life looking for a cock that will please her, but . . . well, as I said, too bad. You will go through the exact same training she has. I have yet to fuck the young clam before you, but Angel will start her "stretch" training tonight. I've allowed you the honor of observing that event. Mr. Kapp, you may proceed." Kapp grinned as he ripped off the black silk thong, letting his long half-erect cock fall free. It did indeed look like it belonged on a horse, hanging nearly halfway to his knees, knobby and deformed. It was rapidly growing hard though and its size was awesome. Kapp positioned his large body between Angel's thin legs, pointing his stiffening cock at her tiny shaved pussy. Cleo was convinced there was no possible way it would fit, that would probably kill the thin girl before her. It was simply too large, remembering the large knot that had earlier "tied" her to Mr. Kapp's cock. The crown, now purple and straining, pushed against Angel's soft pussy lips but didn't budge them. Angel was awake though, wide-eyed and violently shaking her head side-to-side, whimpering softly through the rubber gag. Glancing away, Cleo became aware of the mirrors for the first time. They were everywhere, arranged so that by looking at one, she could see Angel's penetration from many different angles - every movement, every twitch, every inch of entry or withdraw. Now, she also noticed small boxes attached to the wall and ceiling around the room, with periodic blinking lights on them. Cameras? A soft grunt from Angel brought her attention back to the scene before her. Kapp grasped his gigantic knobby cock and held it more firmly against its target. His buttocks clinched with great effort as he pushed forward, thrusting violently. The purple head of his large cock somehow had disappeared between the girl's thin dry pussy lips, but it would go no farther. Cleo felt Master at her shoulder, and heard him say, "It's too tight for you, Kapp." He stared at Cleo. "Lick her cunt." It was clear he wasn't speaking to Kapp. He was speaking to her. By now, she was so scared she was visibly shaking, and knew she'd do anything to keep them from hurting her like this. Still completely clothed in her cocktail dress and heels, she felt ridiculous as she knelt between Angel's thin legs. She moved closer and caught a whiff of Kapp's cock odor. She held her breath and licked out. The shaved cunt was warm, but dry. She wanted to help the young girl and knew the only way to do that was to help her get moist before Kapp split her in half with his horse-like cock. She moved closer, lathing it with moisture. Parting the folds with her fingers, she stuck her tongue inside, rewarded by a soft whimper from Angel. She licked deeper, then flicked the tiny clit that was just beginning to protrude. Angel moved a little, lifting her ass a bit to accommodate this unexpected, yet tantalizing invasion. Cleo took the clit into her mouth, sucking gently, alternating with an occasional long sensuous lick completely up the crack. Now, Cleo felt a gush between her own legs, as her act began to excite her as well. Angel was moaning, her juices beginning to flow freely as she lifted up to get more of the pleasant feeling inside her. The girl's pussy lips had rapidly become swollen, opening like the pedals of a rose. Cleo moaned and completely engulfed her face in the warm, wet pussy, the young girl's fragrance beginning to drive her wild. She had unconsciously put her hand beneath the long dress, touching her own pussy lips, finding them also wet and swollen. She moaned into the girl's open pussy and Angel gasped audibly. "That's enough!" Rough hands pulled her reluctantly away, helping her stand on wobbly legs as she struggled to catch her breath. Kapp took his place back between Angel's legs, pushing the head of his cock between the bound girl's wet swollen pussy lips. His ass clinched with effort and about two inches of his massive organ disappeared inside her. Angel's eyes opened widely as she twisted her head from side to side, silently pleading for him to stop. Kapp ignored her, pushing more of his erection in, as knob-by-knob, it slowly disappeared inside the hairless vagina. From where Cleo watched, it looked like a telephone pole trying to enter the young girl. Kapp pulled almost completely out, but then slammed his round belly forward, burying at least half his cock inside Angel. The wide-eyed girl grunted in intense pain, around the ball-gag. Cleo noticed Master had departed while she was absorbed in this brutal rape, and she was now alone with them. Bringing her gaze back to the scene, she was shocked to see that Kapp was almost two-thirds of the way in. She watched as he withdrew again and slammed back into the small opening with awesome force, his powerful buttocks forcing a few more inches into the distraught girl. When he was buried as far as it would go, about two-thirds in, he paused over Angel, sweating and puffing. She seemed frozen in place, impaled like a butterfly, unable to move. He knew this too, for he reached up and loosened her ankles and her hands, relying only upon his heavy weight and her impalement to hold her in place. Then he started a slow, methodic withdrawal, followed by a just as brutal plunge into Angel's soft depths. How the young girl had taken the awesome cock, filled Cleo with amazement. It was evident she was still in intense pain however. Every time the fat man withdrew, she could see Angel's pink, inter-pussy walls being pulled outward by the large cock. As Kapp continued his assault, his cock become wetter and wetter and Cleo knew that Angel was at last responding to his constant battering. She took some solace in the fact that her licking might've helped the young girl adjust to the terrible onslaught of her young loins. As for her own loins, they were on fire. She certainly didn't want this ugly fat man doing anything to her, but she needed some relief soon. She fingered herself under her dress, but it was of little comfort. What she needed, was something about half the size of that thing in front of her. God, it's huge, she thought, feeling another trail of wetness running down her bare leg. Angel was lying with her legs sprawled out to the side, completely unresisting, as though resigned to her fate. Cleo watched now as the thin legs slowly raised and clasped Kapp's large girth between them, squeezing him in a vice. Then her arms moved as though of their own accord, sliding over Kapp's huge round shoulders as he continued slamming into her tender pussy without consideration for her satisfaction. Angle was still moaning, but not like before. These were moans of pleasure - intense pleasure. Kapp leaned forward a little and she pulled his ugly face lower, opening her mouth for his thick tongue. She moaned around his tongue, chasing it inside his mouth with her own. She seemed oblivious to anything except her own pleasure, now. It was as Chapman had said it would be. Amy was moaning and thrashing continuously now, having completely lost control, grunting with each brutal thrust, pushing her soft belly upward to get more of the huge dick inside her. Cleo fingered herself viciously, looking on the two with envy. Angel suddenly stiffened, climaxing violently and endlessly. It looked as if she'd been electrocuted - shaking, shuddering, groaning, flinging her head from side to side mindlessly. It was plain she was having multiple climaxes. They continued for five full minutes, finally slowing and then stopping, as she gasped into Kapp's open mouth. Angel lay there, clutching Kapp with her arms and legs, whimpering like a small hurt animal. After only a few moments though, she started moving beneath the fat man again. Soon, she was acting as if she were in the same state of arousal as before. Kapp apparently, hadn't even cum yet. He was still relentlessly pounding away at her sopping wet pussy. Then Cleo remembered it hadn't been that long since Kapp had fucked her so thoroughly in his room. She touched her still tender pussy, remembering his knobby cock hammering into her, the large knot entering her, feeling sparks fly from under her long dress. Watching Angel get that same cock now, she was on fire. Kapp didn't last much longer. She watched as he finally clinched his ass cheeks and Cleo knew he was getting close. Angel strained to beat him to the finish line, pushing and grunting unconsciously. It was no use. For just as she appeared to be almost there, Kapp suddenly withdrew his long wet cock, moved around to her face and shoved his entire length into her open mouth. Cleo watched her throat convulse frantically as she struggled to swallow his fantastic load to keep from strangling. She must've swallowed a dozen times, and still some of it ran from the corners of her gasping mouth. Finally, the fat man slowly pulled it from her still sucking mouth, and stepped back. It was plain Angel still wanted more. She reached out a tiny hand toward him. "Please," she whispered. "Please don't stop. I'm so close. Please." Kapp actually laughed. Just threw his ugly head back and bellowed. Then, he turned and walked out, leaving them both suffering like bitches in heat. Without thinking, Cleo suddenly found herself naked, climbing over Angel, facing her feet in a 69 position. She lowered her face into the wide, gaping pussy that Kapp had stretched so much that no ordinary man would ever satisfy again. She licked the juices away like it was ambrosia. Slowly, almost painfully, she lowered her burning pussy towards Angel's face, rewarded by a soft tongue lapping away at her swollen lips. Instantly, they were moaning and gasping into each other's open pussies with a hunger born of desperation. They both climaxed together, immediately - hard and continuously for several minutes - quaking violently in their pleasure. Afterward, Cleo turned around, stroked Angel's tear-streaked face, and kissed her tenderly. Holding each other, they slept. The following morning, tired and aching, Angel arose, kissed her lightly on the lips, and quietly departed. Cleo was completely exhausted, so she stayed where she was, willing herself to move while she wondered how she'd gotten herself into such a situation. Until only a couple months ago, the only man she'd been to bed with was her husband Mike. Her old boss Ralph, a degenerate, repulsive little man had recognized her propensity for being controlled and somehow along the way, she'd become a complete slut to him, insatiable. She had to change that or she knew she might die here. She got to her feet, slipped the wrinkled dress over her head and pulled on her discarded heels. Thinking back about how she'd witnessed Kapp's huge dick penetrating young Angel, she shivered, but disgustingly noticed a dampness growing between her long legs. Angel had helped calm her down, but nothing compared to a hard cock when she got this way. She was a fucking slut! Slowly, she made her way toward the door just as it opened. An old man with a bucket was coming in to clean things up. The janitor. "Here to wash the cum off the floor, little girl, hee, hee," he said. "Must've had a real party last night." She stared at him with total disgust, wrinkling her nose at his unkept appearance. He stopped, just looking at her. "Think you're so hot? Think you're too good for me?" He sat the bucket down and unzipped his pants, pulling out a limp, but still incredible-sized cock for someone of his age. Though flaccid, it was fully nine inches long, curved with dark blue veins running through it. Then she remembered what Master had told her about the men he hired - and something else - that they owned her. She shivered. "I'm sorry that I was rude, sir. I really must go now. Master is expecting me." "Get over here and perform before I call him and ask if you're lying. You don't want to know what he does to girls who lie to their betters." As he spoke, he'd moved closer, his cock starting to pulsate with the blood filling it. She was nearly overcome by his smell once he got nearer. "What's it gonna be? Your choice, little girly." Trapped, tears streaming, Cleo slowly slipped to her knees, a loud ringing in her ears. This is what it was going to be like for her. She knew she couldn't escape it. The hardened cock was inches from her face now and it smelled really bad. The old man's pubic hair was matted with dried cum or sweat. She nearly gagged as she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and took it inside. There was a strong stinging sensation on her tongue for a moment, and she knew it was because he probably hadn't bathed lately. Once that passed it was a little better, except for the strong body order he emitted. Soon, he was shoving his rigid cock, which had grown to about eleven inches, all the way down her throat. She could feel it entering her throat like a giant snake, her gullet muscles involuntarily clinching, milking it as it slowly withdrew. His motions picked up pace as pre-cum began coating her tongue. After a while, despite herself, she moaned, grasping his thin buttocks, drawing him closer. She rolled her mouth around the head of his dick, licking down to its base, taking a gray-haired testicle into her mouth, then licking back up to its leaking head. Last night's events had finally caught up with her. She wasn't just sucking his cock, now she was making love to it. A slut. Just a fucking slut! She'd been burning up ever since last night and as much as she dreaded doing this it was the only thing that would ease her discomfort - she had to have a hard cock inside her. As the pre-cum grew to a copious flow, she suddenly drew back, looking up at him. "Please," she whispered hoarsely. He grinned toothlessly down at her. "Please what?" "Please fuck me. Please. I need it." He roughly pulled her to her feet, pushed her face down onto a nearby table, and just threw her dress over her back, slamming his large curved cock into her in one thrust. Raising her hips to receive him, she uncontrollably groaned aloud, and he chuckled. "By golly, girly, you sure are hot for some cocky. You're a real beauty, too. One of the best I've ever had my old dick inside." As sensitive as she was from being in heat for so long, she could feel every ridge and vein along his curved penis, as it hammered into her from the rear. She nearly swooned. It was wonderful. Wonderful - and so nasty! She felt herself nearing a shattering climax and she could tell the old man was too because he started pounding at her even faster, racing toward his own mind-blowing cum. "Come on you old bastard," she groaned through clinched teeth. "Give it to me hard." "You getting it, Bitch," he gritted, her words making him slam it into her even harder. "Take that old cock in your sloppy pussy, you little slut! Cum on it hard for Daddy." "Yes, yes . . .!" "Call me daddy, you little bitch! Do it or I pull it out and walk away." "Oh, please fuck me hard, Daddy," she panted. "I love you Daddy. Please don't stop. I need it so bad." Then suddenly, she was there - twisting, screaming, crying with pleasure, wanting even more as he emptied his balls into her. As soon as he'd finished cumming in her, he roughly flipped her over and just slammed his cock into her again. She rose to meet his brutal thrusts with wantonness. It was apparent the old man hadn't had any pussy for a long time because it wasn't long before he started groaning again, mashing his mouth against her lips, sticking his long tongue half-way down her throat, his bad breath washing over her as she swallowed it with abandon. She sucked on the foul, probing tongue, and then answered with her own, probing his toothless mouth as though a cat seeking warm milk. The next climax hit her as hard as any she'd ever known, slamming her senses in all directions, making her black-out for a moment. When she was aware of her surroundings again, she saw the old man's glistening cock in front of her face. "Clean it up daughter. Daddy's got to go to work." This time, she did it eagerly. Cleo staggered so badly going back to her room that she finally slipped off her high-heels and walked barefoot. In her room, she dropped her soiled beautiful dress in a heap on the floor and went straight to the shower. For twenty minutes, she stood under the hot water, trying to wash the smell and taste of the loathsome old janitor from her mind and body. Even as she remembered how he'd used her, shivering in revulsion, she felt another flood between her legs. She remembered how she'd eagerly called him Daddy, giving in to his demands without hesitation. Whore! Tears stung her eyes as she chastised herself angrily. Leaving her hair damp, she lay on the bed wondering how she'd managed to end up like this. It had been her repulsive old boss, Ralph, who had caused it, she knew. He'd found all her buttons and had instantly known ways to fuck her until the top of her head literally flew off. Her hubby Mike would make love to her on most nights, and it had been nice - even sweet - but she lived only for when she went back to work the following day. She needed what Ralph provided. Ralph defiled and degraded her, fucking her brains out - and then just wiped his cock on her face and walked away, leaving her quivering in their spent juices, sticky with drying cum. She'd loved it all. When he hadn't fucked her for a while, even after only a few days, she was climbing the walls for him. He was an ugly, fat little troll who repulsed her, but she had desperately craved what he'd given her. She realized she still did, and that was why she'd reveled in what the smelly old janitor had made her do. What the hell was wrong with her, anyway? If they opened the door and told her she could leave, would she? She honestly didn't know. Probably not. Cleo's Fall Ch. 06 If you're to Cleo's Fall; Chapter 6 - I can assume you've traversed chapters 1 thru 5 already, and haven't written me off as some kind of loon - yet. I promised at the start to be as honest about my early fantasies as possible, even if they put me in a bad light, sick as they may sound to many readers. In my own defense though, remember that I was young, inexperienced in sex and hadn't yet tried most of the things I fantasized about - anal sex, being one of them. Why I was so hung up on anal sex in my fantasies, I have analyzed many times. In those days I had low self-esteem, and self-worth issues, and although I had many friends who gushed about how beautiful I was, I always felt they only claimed to be my friend because they felt sorry for me. I was so depressed at one point, I wondered how it would feel to die - perhaps being fucked to death by a group or something. At least, the pain of feeling unworthy would be over. I've found since that this is an issue with many young people, especially females. Some with low self-esteem issues may fantasize about the paranormal, like vampires. This can be for several reasons but I've found the most prevalent are because; one, they feel less guilty for enjoying their erotic tastes, because they are helpless to avoid being taken; and two, it isn't a human they're doing the dirty-deed with anyway, which heightens the thrill of it. Werewolves were my fantasy until I saw a movie called Doctor "something or other's" Island, where a mad scientist genetically altered animal and human DNA to create weird creatures. The possibility of that inflamed my raging hormones and young imagination. Imagine! A creature that was half-man, half-animal, with an insatiable sexual appetite! The anal sex, super-large painful penises, and sexual degradation all played right into my guilty feelings and low self-worth issues at the time. Of course, as most do I have outgrown these fantasies as life became more successful, and they all seem pretty silly now. But I want to honestly portray them as I remember. Additionally, the fantasies in the stories below are those of a much younger and inexperienced person who had never had anal sex, nor done much else in the way of sex. I found later in life that anal sex is not for me, the fantasy being much better than the actual act itself. I still love being submissive up to a point, and being tied-up sometimes is a real turn-on for both me and my husband when roleplaying. Remember, fantasies don't always live up to their expectations. In other words, they are usually more fun to think about, than actually practicing of them. Cleo ***** The sun was pouring in her window when she awoke the following morning, and she sleepily realized someone was moving around her room. Looking through grit-filled eye-lids, she saw it was a large man dressed as a butler. He was laying a short skirt and blouse on the foot of her bed. "This is your attire for today. Please get up and dressed before breakfast is served." Cleo pulled the sheet up to her chin, waiting for the butler to leave. He simply starred at her for a moment, and then unzipped his pants, retrieving a half-swollen cock about the same size of the old janitor. "Come over here and take care of this before you get dressed." It was at this point that Cleo remembered Master's words, and knew that she was beaten. Hating it, but resigned and without comment, she slid over and took the man's cock deep into her throat, sucking gently. As with the previous night, it wasn't long until she reached up, grasping the man's flabby ass cheeks, pulling him deeper into her mouth. Soon she was moaning around the thick meat, sucking, licking, nibbling, and loving every bit of it. Even when he turned around, spread his ass-cheeks, and waited for her to lick his butthole, she did not hesitate. After a while, he turned back and she engulfed him all the way to its base. Too quickly, he shot his vast load into her mouth, coating her gums and tongue, forcing her to swallow rapidly in order not to drip it onto her bedding. When he pulled out of her reluctant mouth, she sat back on her haunches with a gazed expression, waiting for him to push her backward onto the bed and fuck her senseless. He didn't. He simply zipped back up, and turned to go. "Breakfast will be in thirty minutes. Don't make the Master wait." He closed the door softly behind himself and didn't see her tears start flowing. Taking her shower, she could still taste the man's cock ramming into her throat. She groaned silently in abject misery. Why hadn't he just fucked her? She was ready for him, so why leave? She'd needed it, damn it! Trying to control her tears, she dressed and went down for breakfast, probably to get more of whatever they were putting into her food to control her like this. Her pussy felt puffy all the time now, and it had to be from something they fed her. Angel wasn't at the breakfast table when she arrived. Neither was Master. Only the one called Amy, and the girl who was about Cleo's age - Julie - was already seated. Both were seated primly, waiting for Master to arrive. Cleo nodded to them, positioned her swollen pussy lips around the four-inch rubber cock as she had with the day before, and eased it up inside her. She barely managed to suppress a small groan. Master joined them immediately and she was glad she'd been able to remain silent. "Good morning whores. I trust everyone had a pleasant evening." He smiled first at Amy, who blushed deeply, and then Cleo, who thought he probably already knew about how her day had gone. Probably her morning, too. She swallowed, imagining she could still taste the butler in her mouth, feeling a small involuntary flow of wetness run down the rubber device inside her. The small groan she'd suppressed earlier, nearly slipped from between her moist lips, but she fought it back again. Why hadn't that damned butler just fucked her instead of leaving her hanging like this? She forced the image of his large cock to the back of her mind, taking a forkful of something tasteless. Damn! "Amy," Master suddenly said. "Tell our guests about how your training went last night." He smiled sweetly, his black eyes cold and bottomless. Apparently, Amy had not been expecting this, for she nearly choked on the bite she was chewing. Face flaming, eyes downcast, she licked her lips nervously and said, "Mr. Kapp came to my room around 9:00 pm, Master. I was ready for you, and wasn't expecting him. As always, he didn't speak. He pushed me to the edge of the bed, made me lie on my stomach, and tried to force . . . " She swallowed hard. "tried forcing me to have anal sex, Master." "Now Amy, you know we don't call it 'anal sex' here. What do we say?" "He wanted to fuck me in the ass - to force his cock up my asshole, Master. It was so painful and I'm sorry but I screamed loudly. He didn't use any cream or anything and seemed to like it like that, but he had a hard time getting in there, Master." "Did he finally succeed?" Master smiled. "Yes Master. After almost an hour of terrible pain, he finally used some lube and it slid in all the way." She paused, and the master raised one eyebrow, smiling. She went on hesitantly. "He fucked me really hard for about fifteen minutes. It was brutal, Master." "Did he finally cum in your ass, Amy?" "Yes Master." The smile suddenly grew evil. "Did you cum, Amy?" Her blush grew to a deep red and she stammered, then in a tiny voice, said, "Yes, Master. I came several times, after a while. You will be pleased to know that I climaxed really hard over-and-over. I screamed and cried with pleasure, beating my fists on the bed as he pounded in my ass with his hard cock. This morning, I could barely walk. I'm very sore, Master. I hope I can wait a few days before my next lesson." She stared down at her plate, and Cleo felt a jolt of pity for her, but the story was causing her to become wetter and wetter in her chair. Suddenly, the rubber cock grew warm, and began a gentle up-and-down motion inside her. "Now, you know that is simply not possible, Amy. You will continue your training today after lunch. I expect a full report at breakfast in the morning." He looked at Cleo. "And you, my dear. How did your evening and morning go?" The image of the old janitor roughly fucking her from behind, flashed through her mind, and before she could stop it, she was cumming on the rubber cock inside her. Over and over it racked her body, drawing groans and grunts and she squirmed and pushed her ass downward to get it all in her. When it was over and she panted silently with her head down, Master just stared at her for a moment, snapping his fingers loudly. Kapp appeared in his black loincloth. "Take her downstairs, Mr. Kapp. Teach this bitch to control herself at the eating table." "No, no. I'm sorry, sir. I'll do better," Cleo started screaming, but Kapp cut her lip shoving a rubber ball-gag into her mouth, tying it behind her head. With a soppy-sounding little pop, he lifted her off the rubber cock, tossing her over his shoulder. The last thing she saw as Kapp carried her away, were the pitying looks of the other two girls. Although she fought had wiggled furiously, Kapp was immensely strong, and had little trouble carrying her down to the basement dungeon. Once there, he ripped the dress from her body as though it were tissue, tossing it aside with distain. Then he dropped her roughly on the same rack Angel had been tied, standing, staring down at her silently. The ankle rings had been lowered and brought to the center of the rack this time, and she wondered why, instantly fearful. Then she realized the wrist attachments had been centered, too. The fat man's silence was even more terrifying than if he had said something. She didn't know if he could speak since she had never heard him make a sound, but she suspected that he couldn't. It left her wondering what it was she was supposed to do. After a few moments, Master arrived, also standing and staring down at her. He said, "Fasten the rings to your ankles and then, put your wrists in the clamps." Cleo scooted as far back on the rack as she could, eyes wide with fear, silently but vigorously shaking her head. Master looked at Kapp, saying, "Make her obey," and sat down in a nearby chair, watching. Kapp Picked up the whip and in one, hard motion, brought it down across her soft stomach. Cleo tried to scream, the pain seemingly unbearable, but the rubber gag prevented anything except a grunt or a whimper. The whip descended once more, and she whimpered again, shaking her head, but yes, this time. Kapp pointed at the ankle-rings, raising the whip again. He seemed to be enjoying her pain. This time she scrambled to do as ordered, snapping the left and then the right ring on her ankles. Knapp looked disappointed she'd given in so quickly, as he pulled the attached rope. The ropes had been crossed so that as he pulled harder, she was forced to turn over on her belly. Kapp pointed at the wrist shackles and she hurried to comply, not wanting to be hit again. Once she was securely shackled, Kapp drew her wrists under the rack-like table. She was now hugging the table, its surface cold against her bare breasts. With a handle underneath the table, he began raising the flat surface higher. It was hinged in the middle so that her legs dropped as her ass was raised-upward. Kapp pulled her legs painfully apart, securing the ankle rings to hold her immobile. She was now laying face-down on the table, her ass sticking over the edge, legs stretched widely. She was completely defenseless and vulnerable to anything they wanted to do to her. "Again," she heard Master say softly. Kapp brought the whip down right on her exposed, tender pussy lips, and she emitted a sound much like a muted siren would make. "Don't ever disobey me again," he said. "Begin stretching her ass, Mr. Kapp. I may have to start using her that way first because I can see she's going to be a disciplinary problem for me. I'll watch this lesson from my office monitor." That was when she learned the small cameras were for Master's own purposes. Cleo was still shaking her head in denial, and whimpering as she heard him depart. Then all she could hear in the empty room was Kapp's heavy breathing. After a moment, she felt him between her outstretched legs, and a warm, hard probing at her anus. She squealed around the ball-gag again, but the fat man started pushing his fence pole-like cock against her exposed butt. The pain was worse than anything she'd ever experienced. Sure, Ralph and the large man he'd brought to her hotel room one night, had initiated her there, but their cocks were nothing like the one Kapp was using on her. She thought she felt her tender asshole ring tear as the crown of his huge dick slipped past her sphincter muscle. She was on fire. Once he was in that far, the fat man rested, gulping air. The mirrors she'd noticed during Angel's defilement, now haunted her as she watched them, Kapp's fat, knobby cock straining to enter her tortured butthole. Seeing the size of it in all the mirrors again, those big hard warts protruding from it, remembering the pain those knobby protrusions had caused her tender pussy, and that only the head of it had entered her so far, made her realize it would probably kill her before this was over. She heard the fat man shuffling his feet to get closer and braced herself just as he slammed into her again - going only a little deeper. As each large knob popped past her nether-ring, she felt a momentary relief before the next one attempted to enter. It reminded her of the time Ralph had shoved those little plastic Chinese beads up her ass one night - only the ones on Kapp's cock were ten times larger. Somewhere along the line she must've blacked out from the pain, for when she came-to, she could feel Kapp's thick pubic hair brushing against her ass cheeks. My god, he was all the way inside her. She was ruined for life. Disbelief caused her to glance at the mirrors, confirming the fact that his fat belly was pushed against her white cheeks. Her belly was actually bulging with its extra content. Oh god, his horse-like cock was buried to the hilt in her ass and it felt like she'd just ingested forty pounds of food. It would kill her. Behind her, Kapp was breathing heavily, resting and waiting for a new burst of energy, or maybe just enjoying the sight of his fence-post cock stuck between her soft cheeks. He cruelly flexed his cock inside her and she stifled a small cry. It must have been a little painful for him as well that she was so tight. He pulled it out very slowly before shoving it back inside her fleshy sheath. Again, she felt each knob exit and reenter her nether-hole. She felt him pull out until only the crown was still locked inside, and then slide it all the way back inside her. She groaned with white-hot pain around the rubber gag, her eyes wide and fearful in the mirrors around the room, glistening with tears. She knew that Master, and possibly others were somewhere watching her debasement on the scattered cameras in the room. Suddenly, she felt something at the entrance to her pussy as a warm rubber cock, similar to the one in her dining room chair, only larger, was being inserted. It went in surprisingly easy, as though she were thoroughly lubricated. She then felt Kapp hold it in-place by using Velcro straps around each of her thighs. She realized it had batteries, because it immediately started vibrating against the wet walls of her flowing pussy. Cleo involuntarily sucked air in around the rubber ball, startled by the feelings she was beginning to experience. Kapp, sensing she was nearly ready, loosened her wrists and removed the gag. He began a see-saw movement in and out of her ass, his awesome cock pushing her bowels before it on entry, and pulling the lining of her entire asshole out, as it exited. The mirrors and cameras were catching every time her belly bulged with the huge cock's entry, and collapsed with its withdraw. On one of the monitors, Cleo watched how her forever stretched asshole stayed gaping open as the fist-sized cock momentarily left her, and then closed around it hungrily as it reentered. That image and the warm vibrating dildo, was beginning to drive her mad. She shook her head side to side. No, she didn't want this. Nobody in their right mind would want this. Was Master right, that she was becoming addicted to cock and would do anything to have it? No. She wouldn't accept that. She didn't want this! She didn't! Groaning, Cleo laid her head down on the padded table and whispered, "Fuck me, you fat bastard. Fuck me hard." Chapman and four other men sat in his well-appointed study, watching. The pretty, dark-haired maid was licking his gigantic cock, and he was smiling at the spectacle on the large TV screen. The deformed man who wore a leather dog collar, said, "She's the most beautiful one you've ever had here, Chapman. How long before I get her?" Chapman didn't take his eyes from Cleo's degradation that was going on before them. Her thin body looked like a teenager, bent before Kapp's bulging belly. Only her well-formed tits and rounded ass gave the illusion away. He agreed though. Cleo was undeniably gorgeous - her face, her perfect body - unbelievably desirable. She could've had any man she wanted, but here she was performing for him in a room-full of other men. The stuff they put in her food helped some, but Chapman knew the propensity for sex had to already be there before it achieved its full potential. She was already a slut who craved being used, at heart. Otherwise the drug would've taken much longer to work, and have worked never this well. He'd done well for himself this time. The little sounds she was now emitting drew his attention back to the TV. With rapt attention, he watched her slam her hips backward in an attempt to capture even more of the fat man's awesome cock inside her ass. He watched with vast satisfaction as her hand snaked between her quivering thighs, lovingly fondling the fat man's hairy balls, tracing the base of his cock around her nether ring as if to ensure it was entirely in her. Suddenly, her desperate screams flooded the surround-sound speakers in the room. "Oh, please . . . fuck me hard! Make me cum!" Then almost inaudible, she pleaded softly, incoherently, "Please, please . . ." Chapman smiled again. The new girl's development was progressing nicely. He knew from experience that you couldn't simply use whores and total sluts for this purpose. You needed to find nice girls - married ones worked best - but girls who had yet to discover their propensity for degradation and humiliation. According to Cleo's old employer Ralph, she was just discovering that trait within herself when he'd sold her. He now mused that she had yet to discover the total depths of degradation her future held in store for her. In the end when he was finally finished with her, she would simply lose her young mind and what was left of it would be constantly and forever, filled with images of huge cocks and rivers of ejaculation flowing down her milking throat. That was his ultimate reward - what he lived for - when they finally broke. "Patient, Wolf. You must have patience. All things come in good time." Cleo went wild when her orgasm finally hit, and if the fat man hadn't had her impaled with a fencepost-like cock up her tender ass she would've lifted completely off the table. The truth was, Kapp's cock was so huge that she alone could never have pulled it from her clinching ass. The only one who could do that was Kapp. If it was his wish to do so, he could keep her impaled on his cock for hours. At this point Cleo didn't care. She was climaxing almost continuously now, multiple-orgasm after orgasm, driving her insane with their hot intensity. Cleo's Fall Ch. 06 On the monitor, Kapp's ass cheeks suddenly clinched vigorously and his fat body grew ridged as he unloaded his sperm deep inside her, pumping it into her very bowels. With it came the knot at its base that she remembered so well from before, stretching her widened ass-hole as it forced itself inside her, causing her to scream in pain and pleasure. He poured so much sperm into her that it squirted back out, past his knobby cock, from around her tightly clinching ass muscles. In the mirrors, it looked as if her ass was hungrily devouring his huge cock, and that the flow might never end. It was now running in sticky, copious rivers down the insides of her white thighs, but kept spurting from around his pumping cock. Finally he collapsed forward over her upraised but still willing young ass, spent and gasping for breath. Cleo kept pushing backward for a while longer, but realizing he could no longer continue, also finally gave up and lay as though dead. She could feel Kapp's knot inside her and knew she could never pull off it unless he wanted her to. She waited, savoring the over-stuffed feeling it gave her. The men in Chapman's study applauded loudly, slapping each other on the back. They filed out, leaving only Chapman and the young girl who was still licking his over-sized cock. Once he was alone with her, he pulled her to her feet, lifted her short maid's uniform and pulled her down on his rampant cock. A look of intense pain momentarily crossed her lovely features, but was instantly replaced by complete rapture. She closed her dark eyes and began working the huge cock with her wet snatch. Cleo was still secured to the rack the following morning. Before he'd departed, Kapp had reattached her wrist restraints. Sore, chilled to the bone and still sticky from the fat man's cum, she'd slept little. The Janitor came in around 9:00 am, also fucked her in the ass and then her pussy for nearly an hour, causing her to cum twice. When he was through using her he stood close to Cleo's face and made her clean him up again. Then he slapped her on the ass and departed, swinging his cleaning bucket and whistling. After a while, the butler appeared and did the same thing, as eventually two other men also arrived whom she didn't recognize. The new-comers had cocks as large the other two men, so she figured they also worked for the master. By then, she didn't care anyway. She'd cum twice for the janitor and once for the butler, but hadn't been able to reach a climax for the other two men. In anger, the last man had pissed on her face. Otherwise, they hadn't seemed to mind. Just as she was wondering what else could be in store for her, Angel appeared at her side, releasing her wrists and helping her to stand. "Let's get you cleaned up darling," she said. "It must've been terrible. They made me watch it. I'm so sorry for you." She led Cleo, in a daze, back to her room and drew a hot bath for her. In less than five minutes of leaving the bath tub Cleo was sleeping soundly, images of hard cocks filling her troubled mind. The next morning, feeling rested but still sore, she opened her eyes to find the butler laying out her clothing for the day. Without having to be told, she sucked his cock, and even smiled at him as he departed. Humming a happy little tune, she hurried to the dining room and found she was alone with Master at the breakfast table. "Good morning, Master," she said sweetly. "Good morning, Slave. Please sit." "Thank you, sir." She eased herself down on the rubber cock, still smiling. The reason for her happiness was a puzzle, but after a quick analysis, she supposed it was the realization that after last night she had finally reached her depths. There seemed little else anyone could force her to do that would possibly be worse than what she'd already endured. Kapp had the biggest cock she'd even seen, and he'd already had it in her mouth, buried in her snatch, and shoved up her ass. Probably every man working at the mansion had done her anyway they wanted as she'd been used by them any way possible. She'd even eaten Angel - which she'd probably enjoyed more than she should have. What was left to do to her? She'd survived it all. She smiled as she ate her breakfast, answering her master whenever he asked a question, but otherwise just enjoying the quiet hum and gentle probing of the small rubber cock beneath her. "You seem happy." Chapman showed her his long, white teeth. "I am, Master." "Good. I gave you to Wolf, for a week or two. He's a friend of mine. Mr. Kapp will meet you outside with a suitcase of the essentials you'll need. He'll drive you." With that, Master rose and walked out, leaving her stunned. Gave her away? To . . . who? Fear swelled up inside her once more. Where ever she was going only took about thirty minutes to drive there. It was also a large mansion, nearly as grand as Master's place. She walked to the door alone as Kapp drove away. A large, vary tall black woman met her at the door, just jerking her head as an indication for Cleo to follow her inside. They walked up the stairs, and she followed the black woman inside a large entryway. "I'm Jade," the black woman said curtly. "I run the household for Mr. Wolff. Whatever I tell you to do, consider it as coming straight from him. Now get undressed and come into the bathroom." Shaken by her reception, Cleo quickly undressed and knocked timidly on the closed bathroom door. Jade opened it. She was also nude, pointing at a large towel on the floor. "I'm going to shave you," she said. "Mr. Wolff dislikes hairy bodies. Lay down." Although she'd been shaved the previous day, Cleo did as instructed, terrified as she watched Jade kneel between her legs with a gleaming straight-razor and a can of shaving foam. The black woman sprayed the foam directly onto her crotch, and began shaving her cunt. She took her time, moving Cleo's protruding cunt-lips to one side or the other with her long fingers, as necessary. Cleo finally lay back and closed her eyes. In some way, it felt delicious being attended to like this. Jade's fingers were soft and sensuous, and Cleo soon became aware she was excreting pussy juice. She tried to concentrate on something else but it did no good, as a soft moan threatened to force itself past her half-opened lips. The black woman astutely saw what was happening and immediately started using her educated fingers even more sensuously. Finally, the pitiful moan Cleo had been fighting slipped out. "Like that, honey?" A long finger slipped inside her and Cleo lifted her bottom to allow Jade better access. Another long finger soon followed the first, and Cleo wiggled up to meet them both. The manipulations were quickly bringing her closer and closer to a raging climax. Suddenly, the long fingers were gone and she was left feeling hollow. Opening her eyes to protest, she found the hairiest black bush she'd ever seen lowering toward her face. It was partially open and glistening, showing a gleaming pink lining. Jade carefully fitted it over her face like a gas mask, grunting loudly as she did so. "Do me, little white cunt," she said hoarsely. "Do me real good, and keep your hands away from that sweet little pussy. Nobody cums around here unless Mr. Wolff tells them they can." She laughed, "'Cept me, of course. I cums when I want to. Now work that little pink tongue real good - and fast." With the large open cunt sealed around her face, Cleo couldn't even breathe until she'd worked her nose out of the clinging wet pussy. Then she took in a deep breath, stuck her face back into the large slippery hole - and just started licking. What else could she do? Almost immediately, Jade was sliding around on Cleo's wet face, her cunt trying to suck Cleo's face inside, fucking it like it was a huge dick. Despite herself, Cleo was finding herself being turned on by this latest degradation. The repugnant smell of the black woman's vagina quickly turned into an over-powering stimulant, making Cleo's own pussy gush with pleasure. She began by sucking the protruding clit a little harder, at first just nibbling at it, and then abandoning all reservations, licking deeply inside the slippery walls, collecting Jade's sugary sweetness on her tongue and swallowing it with gusto. Suddenly, she couldn't get enough. Wrapping her arms around the squirming black ass, she pulled it even closer to her hungry mouth, moaning and blubbering into the black, steamy mess. Finally, it was more than Jade could endure. She yelled something in a foreign language and slammed downward, cutting-off Cleo's breath entirely, cumming in torrents all over her pretty face. Cleo held her breath and ate as though starved. When Jade finally quit squirming and screaming, her mouth and nose were full of the black woman's slimy cunt juice. She finally had to extract her entire face from Jade's crotch, turning her nose to the side in order to breathe fresh air. The meaty cunt felt wet and slick against the side of her face, her ear filling with its juice. She didn't care. What she needed right then, was release. She needed to cum! Instead, breathing as though exhausted, Jade rested a while, and then she suddenly arose and wiped her hairy snatch with a washcloth. "You bathe now. Don't you go fingering that little pussy either. Got cameras all over the place and Mr. Wolff will know if you do. I'll be back after you clean up that nasty face. Now move your delicious ass." Cleo didn't want to wash her face. Instead, she breathed the woman's fragrance deeply into her lungs, feeling her pussy gush once more as her fingers slowly inched toward her yearning cunt. Then remembering Jade's warning she forced them away in frustration. She'd been punished once already, and had learned to not disobey their orders. Groaning softly, she stepped into the shower and turned on cold water. As she toweled dry, she stared at her image in the floor-length mirror. Despite having almost every-sized appendage stuck inside every hole she had, she didn't look any different than she had only a few months ago. She realized she was still beautiful and could probably have almost any man she wanted. What was she doing here? She heard Jade returning and quickly finished drying. Jade walked right up and pinched her right nipple, and despite herself a thrill shot through her unsatisfied loins. Jade was carrying a small sack in her hands. "Spread 'em," she said. Cleo spread her legs and Jade fastened the leather garment around her waist, ran it between her legs, locking it with a small pad-lock. Then, from the sack, she removed a thick leather dog-collar and placed it around Cleo's slender neck, snapping it shut too. It had several small metal rings around it, and a red, blinking light. This was soon followed by matching wrist-bands and ankle-bands, also with small metal rings attached. "Those are your clothes while you're here, White-meat. The blinking light is a beacon that tracks your every movement. Someone will watch you at all times, in person, or on the monitor. The leather snatch-cage is so you don't try to stuff something up your pussy. As I said, nobody around here cums, unless Wolf says so. "There's a slit in the snatch-cage large enough for you to pee through," she said. "There's also a larger hole for you to poop. This allows you to touch your asshole if you want, but an elastic sleeve between the two holes keeps you from trying to do anything foolish - like cum. We also have a plug that fits over the poop-hole. Misbehave, and we'll put it on. That's happened before and believe me, you don't want that. If you go to the toilet for either a number one, or a number two, immediately take a bath. Wolf likes his pets clean. "Speaking of numbers, you are now Number Three. If you hear your number called over the TV monitor speakers, listen carefully and do exactly what you are told to do. You are free to roam, but if the collar vibrates or you are called, come to Wolf's room immediately. Linger, and you'll be punished. The collar is fitted with a 'training' device that delivers a shock to the wearer. This can be from mild, to very severe depending upon how stubborn you are." Jade smiled maliciously. "Just like Pavlov's Dog. Be good and maybe I'll let you eat my pussy again sometime." With that, Jade pinched her nipple again, and left. Cleo's pussy was still on fire from her earlier encounter with Jade, and she tried touching it but the leather was too thick for her to feel anything. The slit was too small to enter, even with her smallest finger. Frustrated, she lay down and tried to sleep. After a sleepless hour, she arose and decided to explore her new home. It was very large, and luxurious in every aspect, although the furnishings were quite small, geared she supposed, to her new master's diminutive size. Roaming the hallways, she noticed that in every room there were several small holes in some of the walls, an almost forgotten but still vivid image of her visit with Ralph to an adult video store shot through her mind. It seemed so long ago. She entered what appeared to be a large library, books and video films lined every wall. The titles told her they were all pornographic. On one wall were three of the small holes, arranged three feet high, about ten feet apart. As she watched, a huge, twisted cock wormed its way through one of the holes. It was thick, about fourteen inches in length, and throbbed wickedly as she watched. The cock was unlike any she'd ever seen. It was brownish-gray in color, knobs and knots all over it, with a bibulous head the size of a golf ball that leaked a steady flow of silvery pre-cum. She watched in captured fascination as the sticky fluid formed a long string that, while staying attached to the tip, slowly fell until it nearly reached the floor. Frightened, she turned away wanting to flee, but the collar around her neck sent a sharp electrical jolt through her body. It made her pause, but then she took another tentative step. The jolt returned - this time harder, continuous. She thought she could hear Jade's cruel voice in the back of her mind. Pavlov's Dog. Hesitantly, she turned back toward the cock protruding from the hole in the wall, and the shock ceased entirely. Now she knew what was expected of her. She went back to the grotesquely extended cock and knelt before it. Even from over a foot away, it smelled - different. She paused again, receiving another small shock for her hesitation. Holding her breath, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth - and took the giant throbbing head inside. The long string of suspended pre-cum ran down her cheek, onto her neck, and bitterly stung her tongue. She forced herself to ignore it, working the knotted cock deeper into her throat. The pre-cum never let up, almost as if whoever was over there, was already pumping his hot cum into her mouth. She had worked about half of it down her milking throat when she heard a buzzing sound, and the mirror above the hole began to slowly rise. A floor-to-ceiling, plate-glass window was revealed beneath it. Standing just the other side of it was a huge, ugly, hairy thing. It appeared to have some human attributes, but looked like an ape - whose thick, knotted cock she was sucking through the hole. She vaguely recalled Ralph telling her about Doctor Chapman's DNA combining experiments and that he'd produced hybrids from them. Ralph had smirked as he'd whispered, "Werewolves." Gagging violently she pulled back from the ape-like creature's foul cock, but was nearly dropped to the floor by another vicious shock from her collar! Before she could move, it came again, unrelenting this time. Through the pain she struggled to regain her knees, quickly opened her mouth again to completely swallow the ugly cock - anything to stop those painful jolts! Her lips were pressing against the glass now in an effort to appease whoever was watching her on the TV monitor. The shocks stopped instantly. Pavlov's Dog. Closing her eyes, she starting sucking the elongated cock for all she was worth, determined not to be shocked anymore. Even this debasement was better than those terrible shocks! After a moment, she ventured a look up at her the creature through the glass, her throat still milking the ape's leaking member. She saw the man-animal was slobbering all over the glass, frantically hunching against it, trying to get more of its giant cock inside her working throat. Just like a man, she thought. Suck his cock, and that's all that matters. Fearing retribution if she stopped, Cleo redoubled her efforts, wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible. More-and-more of the ape's flowing pre-cum coated her palate, tasting bitter and very warm. The cock was throbbing much harder now, emitting an almost continuous spurt of thin, watery fluid. From her experience with men, she knew the animal was getting very close to cumming, and for a moment she nearly panicked. What should she do? If she didn't swallow it, would they shock her to death for the transgression? Feeling her gag reflex rise at the thought of some animal's repugnant fluid scalding her throat, she forced the gag back down by concentrating on the job at hand. Besides, she told herself, the ape's pre-cum tasted a little better now. She just might be able to get through this if she kept her wits about it. Maybe she could do it. She certainly didn't want to be shocked anymore. The man-made ape creature had flattened itself against the glass, slobbers running down it in small rivers, the throbbing cock jerking crazily inside her throat as it suddenly began spurting cum like a water-hose. Startled, Cleo swallowed as fast as she could, but as the steady and copious amount of cum quickly filled her throat, shooting out the corners of her sucking mouth like a broken sprinkler-head. Frantically, she gulped it down, swallowing the thick, bitter cream quickly, discovering that her thighs were soaking wet - she was on the verge of cumming, too! With self-loathing, she now rushed toward that long-denied climax, waiting for the thunderous trembling quakes that always accompanied it - the mind-blowing, lost-in-the-moment pleasure it brought - and then the animal's long spurts slowed to only a dribble. Disappointed, frustrated beyond belief, she continued sucking and licking the cock, which didn't seem to dwindle in size very much. God, she had to get this leather thing off her crotch, and yes, she'd even fuck this animal if she could just get to him! The overpowering heat in her captured crotch was driving her crazy! She was going out of her mind, and finally, totally defeated, she screamed - and screamed - and screamed. Collapsing onto the floor, feeling ready to explode, she sobbed quietly for a moment, whimpering in total submission. Finally she raised her pretty, tear-streaked face, staring directly at the ceiling-mounted TV monitor. Raising one hand toward it pleadingly, she whispered, "Please, oh please, please let me cum," she pleaded to the watchers on the TV monitor. "Oh, please . . . please. . ." A slight scrapping sound came from the hole above her, and looking up, she saw another, different cock protruding from the hole. On the far-side of the glass, stood another animal with a shorter, but much thicker cock, also knobby and harder than wood. Groaning aloud, Cleo scampered to quickly get it into her mouth before they gave her another shock. Oh, when would this ever end? Maybe she was just getting used to it by now, but this one didn't taste as strong, although pre-cum instantly started dribbling from its tip. This time though it seemed to taste like sweet nectar sliding over her tongue as she savored it, down past her slim working throat muscles, pooling somewhere inside her. She groaned aloud, humiliated that someone was probably watching her do this right now. If they were watching, maybe they would take pity on her and come to her rescue - fuck her viciously. Cleo's Fall Ch. 06 She fervently hoped so, as she gulped more of the hard meat into her hungry gullet. Growing more frustrated by the moment, she rubbed, and even struck herself between the legs, in hopes of relieving some of her frustration. She couldn't feel it at all through the stiff garment. Frantically rubbing between her sprayed legs as though masturbating her pussy, she felt her fingers brush against the poop-hole - and her bare ass. The unexpected thrill of it caused her to suddenly suck air through her nose. Sudden images of the fat man, Mr. Kapp fucking her in the ass, sprang to mind. The ape-man was now grunting in regular cadence and she knew he was ready to cum down her throat. Desperate for release and praying she wouldn't get another hard shock, she quickly stood, turned around, bent- over, and reached back to grasp the animal's throbbing cock in her small hand. Holding her breath in anticipation, she guided it toward her waiting, aching asshole. Feeling it brush against the tender rings, she nearly swooned, her knees buckling slightly. Scarcely daring to breathe now, she rubbed it against her puckered nether-hole, working it deeper as she determinately pushed backward against it. In a sudden flash of white pain, the bulging head popped through her outer-rings. She nearly screamed. Standing motionless, she allowed time for her sphincter muscle to adjust to the wide girth of the invading thing inside her, before pushing back once more. Glancing over her shoulder, she could see the utter surprise and complete enjoyment on the ape's ugly face as he drooled, patiently waiting for her to continue. The hot juices that had been running freely down the crack of her ass throughout the long blow-job now coated it with a slick, slimy lubricant, making it easier for the huge tool to enter. Easier but not totally painless. The bloated head of the bumpy cock inside her ass-hole felt even thicker than Mr. Kapp's had been, but she was determined to see this through. Holding her breath she pushed back again, ignoring the white-hot pain it caused, concentrating only on her objective - to get that large, knotted cock as deeply inside her it'd go - in the only place it could go! Completely out of control, she knew she was acting irrationally, but whatever the cooks were putting in her food, wouldn't let her stop. She was burning up! Almost in rapture, she felt each knot, each thick vein, every knob and curve as it passed through her tender passageway. It stole her breath away, sapped her strength, made her legs tremble with weakness, and still she persisted. Moaning pitifully, she mercifully couldn't hear her watchers laughing with glee in some distant room in the sprawling mansion. After an eternity of feeling the pole-like organ sliding up her anus, she felt the coolness of the glass against her thrusting ass-cheeks. Glancing back, she saw the ugly creature was also flattened against it. Except for the thickness of the glass between them, he was now completely inside her. The "animal" was obviously excited, attempting to ram his buried cock home quickly - and repeatedly. But remembering the painful manner in which Mr. Kapp had fucked her like that, she was instantly thankful the ape-like creature couldn't entirely get his large, hairy paws around her waist to hold her steady while he worked. She was the only one who could control it this time, allowing the speed and depth that provided her the most enjoyment. Slowly, she slid forward and then backward on the elongated cock, feeling every knot and bump along its route. She was completely oblivious to her surroundings - eyes glazed - unseeing - swooning with lust as her legs threatened to give way beneath her. The ape's throbbing cock felt three-feet long as it moved deep into her bowels, repeatedly striking her colon, and then back out until only the bulging head kept it from slipping completely out of her. She was loose now and the cock easily slid in-and-out of her clinching passageway. Because it was so large, she could feel the friction it caused through the thin membrane separating her two passages, anus and swollen clit. In her mind's eye she could see her clit protruding, growing larger inside her. The confining leather sheath that had restricted her access for too long was now the very thing that rubbed against it, giving her such pleasure. She groaned loudly, feeling a gigantic orgasm building somewhere deep inside her core. The ape-man had picked up a little more speed now, hunching into the glass hole even harder. She didn't pull back this time, accommodating his efforts by pushing back just as hard. The huge cock was even hotter and throbbing harder than before and she knew from experience that meant he would soon fill her bowels with his sticky cum. She also knew she had to time it exactly right so she could finally get off this time. Her soft moans filled the room, delighting her enraptured audience. Throwing caution to the wind, she frantically raced toward the finish-line, slamming viciously backward, enveloping the driving cock filling her ass. She was desperate to finally achieve what she'd been so long denied. Wanting this cum exploding inside her ass when she finally did go, she waited - almost there. When the cock grew even larger, jerking uncontrollably inside her, she knew he was also there. Then hot, thick liquid shot inside her, painting her bowels, lubricating her insides, causing her to feel the euphoria she'd missed too long. She knew she could take her time now. What man was going to leave a warm, tight place like this unless they simply had to? Unexpectedly, she nearly panicked when she felt an even larger knot bang against her clinching asshole, fighting to enter her. Caught totally by surprise in her delirium, she had been slamming back against it so hard, that caused it to rupture her asshole like nothing ever had before. The pain was nearly unbearable and without warning she was suddenly "tied" to this ugly creature by the huge knot inside her. Right then, with the excruciating pain quickly subsiding, she didn't care. She slammed herself repeatedly backward against the glass, welcoming the thick cock invading her asshole. Nearly out of her mind, she needed to cum, rushing toward the gigantic fireworks that she knew it would produce inside of her. She was only a breath away from reaching her goal when they shocked her again - a terrible jolt - worse than any of the others - taking her legs right from under her, causing her to totally collapse. Tied as she was by the huge knot inside her, she hung helplessly suspended, swaying back and forth on the ape's long cock as he filled her with more cum than she'd ever felt. Her stomach felt bloated from so much liquid but she was paralyzed to do anything - even reach her own climax. Unable to get loose, her orgasm now slipping away, terribly unfulfilled, blackness closed in around her and her audience celebrated with a glass of wine. Cleo didn't know how long she'd been out when she suddenly awoke. She was on her stomach, lying on a padded platform in a largely unfurnished room. The room had tile floors with drainage vents in the floor. It looked almost clinically clean. She attempted to move, but found small chains had been attached to the rings on her leather anklets, and to the ones on both wrists. She was helplessly spread-eagle and something padded lifted her up off the table so that she was nearly kneeling. It must've been designed with that in mind because when she rose all the way to her hands and knees, she found it much more comfortable. Besides that, there was a large, wet and sticky stain under her belly, caused by all the fluid leaking from her abused anus. The leather chastity-belt had been removed sometime while she slept. It was only then she remembered what had occurred in the library, her face flaming with the memory. My god, what have I done? She shuddered violently at the image it provoked, unconsciously clinching her tender, recently violated nether-rings, causing more fluid to run from it. She took deep breaths, trying to regain control so she could reason through what had happened. She'd probably die here if she didn't get control of her lusts. Maybe she could just quit eating the food here. Would they force-feed her if she did? Good question. Surveying her surroundings, she wondered what they had in mind for her. She saw large TV screens on every wall and one on the ceiling, and had little doubt they had watched her being so obscene, probably even filming it. Nearly everywhere she looked were movies running, all of them about women being violated by huge men or other women with a strap-on, even some with animals. She cringed when she realized two of the films were of her, depicting the events that'd only recently happened. On one wall was her image. She had the ape's huge cock buried deeply in her throat, frantically pumping her head up and down on it. It was apparent to anyone who saw it that she was obviously enjoying her debasement. On another wall, she was being sodomized by the thick cock of a second animal - also appearing to be in total rapture. Then she realized the sounds coming from the films were the ones she'd made while that was happening. Her psychic was nearly shattered by what was going on around her. She tried closing out the sounds, but it was of no use. She'd eventually have to get up and try to find a way out of here, but she knew she couldn't as long as she had these chains attached to her. Hypnotized, she was drawn back to the videos of her being defiled by the large hybrid animals. She looked away. There were more huge cocks everywhere, plummeting vaginas, shooting cum into the air, into open mouths, up a kneeling woman's ass. Cleo closed her eyes and moaned aloud, curling into a ball, her crotch burning like fire. Then she remembered how she'd been left high-and-dry in the library with the ape stuck in her ass. She groaned again, looking back at the screen, seeing that exact same thing on the large TV. Uncontrollable lust consumed her once again, as she tried rubbing her thighs together. It did no good - they were spread much too far apart. The pad beneath her stomach was positioned too far forward to allow her to push against it, so she just squirmed and tossed on the surface, crying out in her frustration. "Can anyone hear me? Will somebody please fuck me?" she suddenly cried out. "Please, please, please . . ." How long had it been since Mr. Kapp's ungodly tool had violated her tender body as punishment for some small transgression, and Master Chapman had sent her into exile? Two days, a week - an eternity? She pressed her face against the padded platform, clinching her eyes tightly - finally screaming her muffled frustration. Wolf watched his monitor, smoking quietly. Then, he said to the people behind him, "I think our pretty little blonde goddess is ready for her next phase of training." Half-conscious, Cleo heard a door open, then close quietly. Heels clicking loudly on the tile surface brought her all the way back, as someone came closer. Jade appeared in front of her in a long silver evening gown, slit to the waist. The four-inch heels she wore gave even more stature to her height, nearly revealing her chocolate breasts in its low-cut cleavage. She was achingly beautiful. Her voice wasn't beautiful, though. It sounded cold and cruel in the nearly empty room. "My, my. We did have ourselves some fun, didn't we, Sweetie?" Cleo just stared back angrily, not answering. Jade said, "Did I hear you begging to be fucked, just now?" Cleo still didn't answer, so the black woman continued. "Well, I guess not. I'll just be going then." Jade turned to leave. "Wait," Cleo suddenly pleaded. "Don't go, please. I need . . . something . . . so bad." "Something? I don't know what that means, Sweetie." Cleo didn't hesitate this time. "I need someone to fuck me - just FUCK me! Please!" Jade laughed, and it sounded even crueler than earlier. Ralph, her old boss had told Wolf that, up until just to three months ago, the young, desperate blonde kneeling before her had been your typical, spoiled little "nice" girl, married to your typical, spoiled "nice" guy, having a typical, spoiled married-life. The drugs had done wonders to change all that. It was clear the girl she now observed before her, was a dick-starved, climax -addicted little sex-fiend. Jade absently wondered how such a change could occur in someone so young, in that relatively short period of time. Cleo had been completely turned around. She was a rare find indeed! "Oh, rest assured you'll be fucked, Sweetie - fucked right out of your pretty little mind," Jade said. She moved around the platform, observing Cleo, as the chained girl tried following her with her eyes, finally losing her over her shoulder. Lowering her head, she stared at Jade between her spread legs, aware that droplets were forming on her pouty, shaved slit. Cleo groaned softly. "Please," she muttered mindlessly. She watched as Jade hiked her long dress and climbed onto the platform behind her, completely nude beneath the long dress. Her chocolate body smooth and graceful, her pink slit gleaming bright and moist through the hairy tuff between her long legs. "Oh Sweetie, you smell like ape cum. Have you been fucking apes?" "Please Jade. I'll do anything to you. Anything you want. Just please . . ." Jade crawled around in front of her, her hairy pussy just out of reach for Cleo's hungry, out-stretched tongue. "I was gonna lick your cute little pussy and blow your mind, but you stink like ape spunk, Sweetie." She moved slightly forward, spreading her long legs wide, her gaping labia, a scant millimeter from the tip of Cleo's searching tongue. "Please, Jade . . . let me . . ." Cleo could smell the older woman's dark musk, see her female excretions, almost taste her juices. It was over-loading her senses, nearly short-circuiting her entire sensory capabilities. "Please," she muttered mindlessly, her tongue out-stretched, wiggling with desperation. Jade's deep, throaty laugh was one of pure delight. She knew now, that Cleo would gladly summit to anything she wanted, commit any depravity she demanded. She was Queen Bitch, and Cleo was her willing slave. The thought was absolutely intoxicating. Sliding forward millimeter-by-millimeter, she watched the peep-show developing between her long, brown legs and Cleo's hungry mouth. Inching ever closer to the flicking tongue that was striving so desperately to satiate its hunger with her wetness, she laughed again, taunting her desperate victim. She continued slowly moving forward until Cleo's sucking mouth completely covered her bushy gaping snatch. The sight of this beautiful young blonde doing that to her - the feeling of power it gave her - was so awesome it took her breath away. As for Cleo, it was like receiving a shot of hard drugs - actually making her swoon - causing her to emit a soft, blubbery moan as she ran her tongue up Jade's dark crack all the way to her puckered asshole, and then back down again. It was though she hadn't eaten in days, and this was the food she'd been craving. The black woman was already so wet that Cleo's moans were causing tiny bubbles to escape from her soppy vagina. The pretty blonde didn't care. In fact, she was washing her face in it, loving it - needing it. All too soon Jade's body stiffened, climaxing hard and flooding her working mouth with an unbelievable amount of pussy juice. Convulsing over-and-over against the hot, flickering tongue and screaming with pleasure as Cleo obediently serviced her, Jade finally moaned softly and pulled away. When she'd finished climaxing, Jade simply arose and walked away to leave the girl twisting in frustration on the lonely table-top, her face wet with spent pussy juice. Lying with her face flat against the table, Cleo watched Jade's retreating back through the tunnel her legs formed, seeing her own cunt literally dripping from unfulfilled desire. She felt like she was losing her mind. A few minutes later the door open and closed again, and a wrinkled old man stood before her, his limp cock hanging from his fly. He moved closer, his strong stench assaulting her nostrils. "Lick me girly and I might set you free." He crackled lewdly. After giving up any hope she'd leave this place alive, terror enveloped her. Having little choice in the matter, and desperately wanting to flee this place, she held her breath and did as he asked, licking it all over, taking it entirely into her mouth and lolling it around her tongue. It tasted awful, stinging her tongue - and it remained soft. Once the worst was past, she tried harder, hoping the old man would ease her misery if she got it hard. Try as she might, that didn't happen. He finally pulled it out of her working mouth, looked at her in disgust, and said, "Why can't you get me hard, slut? You like those animals better?" Then he turned and walked to another door. He went through it only to return a moment later, leading the two giant ape-like creatures she'd serviced earlier. They were both on short chains, grunting loudly as they sensed her and Jade's juices on her face. She gasped at them in terror. Both had raging hard-ons. "They smell the black woman's pussy juice all over your face, honey." Chuckling lewdly, the old man attached each of the short chains to a ring in the floor, and try as they might the chains were far too short for the frustrated beasts to reach the platform holding her. Cleo sighed with momentary relief. The apes growled and bellowed their mating call, their cocks pointing accusingly straight at her. The old man walked up and tossed a key near one of her hands, grinning down at her. "There's the cocks you been pleading for, honey. Help yourself." He crackled again, leaving her to fumble clumsily with the locks. Cleo finally got one hand free, and then the other. Then she released her ankles. Her legs were terribly weak, trembling as she stumbled toward the door. It was locked from the outside. There was no way out! She turned around-and-around in the room. On every wall, videos were still playing, showing people fucking in every position imaginable. She grasped her head between her hands, clutching it and moaning pitifully. Somewhere from behind the locked door, her unheard watchers laughed. She decided she needed to try the other door, the one the old man led the animals through. Maybe there was another way out through there. The problem was she would have to walk right between them, passing closely by the two apes to get there. She knew from experience what they'd do if they got their paws on her. Their cocks were even harder and more engorged than before, and on their ugly animal faces she recognized the look of frustrated lust. It made her shiver. Ain't gonna happen again, fellows, she thought. I'm outta here. As she inched between them sideways, she found their short chains allowed them to get no closer than about three or four-feet apart, leaving a lane between them. If she were careful, she'd be okay. They waited, watching her closely to see what she was up to until she was exactly between them, and then they both reached for her at the same time! Their fingers stopped no more fourteen inches from her. She sighed deeply, and the apes glared at her with raw lust. She wondered if they had memories - if they were capable of remembering what she'd done to them earlier. Probably. Men never forgot something like that. She inched sideways again, her eyes drawn to the knobby, jerking cock only inches away. It was leaking a continuous stream of fluid, just as it had done earlier. All these beasts knew was that she was of the female species and had a place to put their extended cocks. They were ready to mate. Naked as she was, she was sure they could smell her excretions - also aware of just how wet she still was down there, from Jade's earlier manipulations. She paused, glancing down - licking her dry lips. God, she was so close she could smell their awesome cocks, remembering how they'd felt inside her - how they'd tasted. She shivered again, and this time it wasn't with fear. Cleo's Fall Ch. 06 Don't do this, she told herself angrily. It's just the drugs reacting. Get out of here! Despite that, she felt her mouthwatering as she weighed the possibilities. If she were very careful, maybe . . . No! Definitely not! Frozen in place she stared, fascinated by the huge, jerking cock throbbing right in front of her. The past two day's frustrations flooded over her - thinking how these awful people had stopped her from achieving the slightest pleasure, humiliated her beyond comprehension. Now, here she was alone with two cocks and no one to tell her she couldn't. There was nobody to stop her. No! It's the drug talking. Stop it! She didn't listen to her own mind. Almost of their own volition, her knees simply lowered her to the floor, barely out of reach but right between the two animals. Her heart thundering in her chest, she could scarcely breathe, leaning closer, careful lest she move too close. The throbbing cock of the smaller beast was scant inches in front of her face now, its tip dripping juice onto the tile floor. Breathing through a half-open mouth, she licked her dry lips. The smaller ape was quieter now, watching expectantly. The other animal was bellowing, going nuts trying to reach her. Her mouth watered non-stop now, as her pussy gushed down the insides of her legs. Whore, she thought. Slut. Cunt. Bitch. It did no good. Unable to breath, trembling violently, she inched closer, her tongue out, reaching until she finally touched the tip of it with her tongue. Her heart was threatening to burst from her chest now. Closing her eyes, almost delirious, she took more of it inside her mouth. Yes. Yes. She was instantly rewarded by a spurt of fluid that she recognized from before as the beast's pre-cum. Watery and thin, it shot to the back of her mouth, coating her throat, making it easier for the giant cock to slide downward. Yes. Yes. The man-beast started moving in-and-out of her mouth as she worked him deeper into her throat. She felt drool on the back of her neck and for some reason, that excited her even more. Wrapping her fingers around the base of the turgid shaft, she discovered she had only a couple more inches to take. Pushing against his eager thrusts, it easily slipped all the way down her throat, entering her hungry gullet. She paused, letting her throat muscles milk it. That was too much for the big animal. By taking it all, she had moved too close and suddenly found the giant paws grasping the back of her head. Holding her in place, the big ape started fucking her face with a vengeance. Surprised, gagging, unable to breathe, she struggled, but it did no good. She finally settled down, her excitement returning. Breathing through her nose, she let him use her mouth like an animal's cunt, fingering her own sopping-wet pussy. The smell from their activities was driving the other animal crazy, but she couldn't help that. She needed release, any kind of release. Then the big cock grew even thicker, jerking wildly in her throat, and she knew he was going to cum. Her fingers worked like mad, trying to bring herself off at the same time. Thick gobs of gooey fluid shot against the back of her throat like a hose, coating her tongue, sticking to the roof of her mouth, leaking from around her clasping lips, running down her chin, dripping to the floor - and that's when she finally hit the mountain's summit. She came like a freight train, its force slamming through her, again-and-again, rocking her body like a gigantic storm, killing her from the inside as she swallowed the beast's thick cum down her milking throat - so much of it that she felt bloated. It was absolutely heaven - wonderful. It was . . . life itself. Dazed, half-conscious, she heard the animal grunt as he pulled the slimy cock from her still-milking throat, more cum spilling down her chin. Then he did something she didn't expect. He pushed her away violently, causing her to fall backwards - right into the hands of the other waiting animal. She screamed as hairy paws wrapped around her hips, jerking her backwards and upwards, holding her in a vice-live grip as he mounted her from behind as if she were a female ape. The ape's giant organ hammered against her swollen pussy-lips, urgently trying to enter. It was much too large. "No," she screamed. "No!" Swollen as she was though, she finally felt the large head painfully slipping inside her - immediately followed by six-inches of hardened meat. White-hot pain enveloped her and she screamed again, but the beast didn't pause. He slammed another six inches inside her, it's thickness brutally pushing her pussy walls aside, making way for the knobs and crooks that were to follow. Then she remembered. This was the bigger one. His cock had been much longer than the other one, thicker, with those huge knobs all over it. As this fear registered, the bull ape's giant cock pulled out just a bit, but then slammed back inside with even greater force. Two more times he did it and at last she felt his hairy belly against her back. But it had hit something inside her that was terribly painful, at her very core - and she now felt his hairy balls slapping against her ass-cheeks. He was all the way in. Once completely inside of her, the ape started fucking with attitude - pounding her cunt like she was just another animal - savaging her young pussy like it had never been before - rapid jack-hammer thrusts that rocked her to her core. After only a minute of this she was pushing back to meet his thrusts, grunting with each effort, crying out her pleasure. The watchers were having a ball watching it! Wolf was getting a blow-job from Jade, and even the old man now had a boner. What fun! Cleo was enraptured. She could feel every ridge, every knot, and every vein of the big ape-man's cock, as it entered and exited her pussy-lips. She groaned, deliriously gyrating her hips, wanting more. She came again, even harder than the last time, but that still wasn't enough. She pushed her ass backward, grunting much like the big animal, wanting it deeper, longer, more forcefully. Suddenly, the beast froze and came inside her just as hard as the other one had in her throat. Filling her belly with his fluid, its hot thick cream pumping deep inside her until it was running down her legs, soaking into her reproduction organs. She loved it, pushing back to receive more. He finally grunted and his softening organ flopped out of her clinging pussy, signaling that he was through. Then he simply shoved her away - right back to the other ape, who picked her up and sit her on his rampant cock. He immediately began fucking her senseless, with powerful, jackhammer-like thrusts that bruised her soft ass-cheeks but brought her immeasurable pleasure. By now, she didn't even care. She needed it. She hadn't had nearly enough. Maybe, she'd never have "enough." Chapter Cleo lay on her side, watching one of the great ape-man creatures dozing nearby. After she'd passed out from being used by both of them on that first day here, someone must've come in while she was passed-out and released the two animals from their chains. Not that she'd have run away from them. She was way past that. They owned her, now. She was their mate. Besides, she knew who - what - she was. Ralph, her old boss had shown her that. Or maybe it was the drug they now fed her that had released her inhibitions and fanned this deviant behavior into an uncontrollable inferno. These two beasts had also shown her. Okay, she accepted it. She'd once been a beautiful cheerleader, a nice girl who'd married a nice boy, destined to become a mother, successful business woman, or maybe just a homemaker. Once Ralph had gotten to her though he'd let out the real person trapped inside. He'd released the depraved, sex-starved slut hiding in there, cleverly pushing the buttons that turned on her desire for debasement, humiliation, and the pure joy of being used. He'd shown her who she was. She now understood that she was only a receptacle for male sperm, either animal or human - or female, for that matter. It made no difference any longer. She knew who she was now. She was the filthy stranger with glassy eyes, in the mirror overhead. After that first day when she'd been released from her chains, she'd been completely broken by the giant bull-apes that now owned her. She was their mate and they could use her anytime they wanted. Having no say in the matter once they'd been released and now free to do whatever they wanted to her, she'd finally accepted her fate. One of them had only to bellow out his urge to mate and she'd scamper over, immediately turning her butt up to be entered. When they were finished with her they simply walked away, leaving her lying in a pool of their spent ejaculations. They usually weren't particular which hole they used. Neither was she now. Sometimes one of them would appear in front of her waving his huge cock in her face, and she'd just open her mouth, swallowing it whole. She'd quickly learned that if she didn't, they'd bite her until she did - so this way was easier. The mirror on the ceiling clearly showed her what she'd become. Her once luxurious blonde hair hung limp and stringy, matted with dried cum. Used repeatedly and so frequently, she constantly leaked animal cum from all her orifices. Dried-sperm caked her face, even her once eloquent eyelashes. At first, she'd tried picking it off with her finger-nails so she could see. The mirror told her that her body was still good, even though she didn't eat properly. The old man would come by daily and humiliate her with what he'd seen her do on the TV monitor, then he'd feed the apes. They would leave her the scrapes after eating all they wanted. Rather than starve, she ate them even though she knew the food contained the very drug that made her like this. Right now one of the brutes was laying on his back, dozing, eye-lids half-closed. The other one was watching the big-screen, people who were constantly fucking - moaning and screaming, 24-7. Whether he could actually see the one-dimensional images, she didn't know. Still, he watched it attentively. Maybe the sounds of sex attracted him. She wondered what would happen to her once the great apes tired of her. They'd been at her almost constantly for the past two days, fucking her in every orifice dozens of times each. Every time they did, it had caused her to scream with ecstasy. Now for the first time, they'd left her completely alone for nearly six hours. Were they tired of her? Would they just break her neck now that they didn't want her anymore, leaving her to lay here for someone to find later? Would anyone even miss her? She tried to find the humor in the fact that animals didn't even want her now, but only tears came. On one of the large screens, she saw the man named Wolf, who was a full head shorter than Jade, biting and sucking her large brown nipples, fingering her hairy cunt-lips. Cleo's hand dropped unconsciously between her own long, tapered legs, cupping the puffy lips there. After so many poundings in the past two days, they were constantly swollen, her clit protruding over an inch. She'd touched her tender anus earlier. It was nothing more than a gaping, open hole, so wide she could entirely insert two fingers with no discomfort. She wondered vaguely if the condition was permanent. Until she'd run into the two large apes, the largest thing she'd ever had in her anus was Mr. Kapp's mammoth penis. Chapman had told her that he'd hired Kapp to stretch all his girls for him so later he could fit his own enormous dong into their holes when they were finally ready. Remembering Kapp's horse-like cock pounding away inside her anus, stretching it forever, she wondered just how big Chapman's thing could possibly be. An unwanted shiver shot up her spine. It was sick, but just the thought of what Chapman's cock must look like, was making her wet. Maybe she'd never have the chance to do it, but even if it tore her apart, caused her to hemorrhage inside and die, she knew she'd still want it. It would be the ultimate thrill - to die like that on such an enormous cock - her greatest pleasure yet. She vaguely wondered if he'd eventually send for her, or would just let the apes keep her until she was all used up. The sights and sounds on the screens around her were finally getting to her again, so she quickly looked away. For a while she lay motionless, just staring at the dozing ape she thought of as Poppie - studying him. His large hairy sacs were resting comfortably between his thick legs, and she could see just the red tip of a penis poking through his thick, black belly-hair. Poppie looked satisfied. She nearly smiled, unaccountably feeling a little affectionate toward the big animal. I seem to have that effect on men, she thought. Without meaning to, she rolled onto her knees and moved closer. She'd found that the apes liked her to stay on her knees with her eyes averted, otherwise, they felt as if she was somehow challenging their authority. Now that she was closer to the dozing Poppie, she could detect a faint odor from their earlier sex. It didn't repel her any longer. Maybe it was just the drug reacting but she actually found that she kind of liked the smell of it. Trying not to awaken him, she dipped her head and wrapped her lips over the small reddish head of his dick, lolling her tongue softly around it - feeling it swell slightly as blood pumped into it. Of all the times they'd forced themselves on her, this was the first time she'd actually initiated sex with either of them. She told herself that she was only doing this in order to survive, but deep in her heart, she knew. There was no lower level for her to fall. This was finally it. Keeping her lips locked over the rapidly expanding head, she moved around until she was facing the animal's feet, rolling her moist tongue around the head slowly, feeling it growing larger inside her moist mouth. Poppie's toes were beginning to curl, with the small suctions her mouth produced, and she smiled around the thickening hunk of meat. Yep, definitely a man. Suddenly, the cock was bumping against the back of her throat, seeking entry, but she still waited, not yet wanting to force it into the tight passageway of her throat - not just yet. Slowly, she turned her body until she was straddling Poppie's thick hairy chest, sliding her ass closer to his ugly face. When she could feel his hot breath on her crotch she stopped moving backward, waiting. The tongue that touched her was the size of most human erections, but over twice as thick. It swiped her crack from asshole to clit, slathering it and both ass-cheeks with a warm sticky wetness. It was so sudden, she nearly screamed around the thick spongy head in her mouth - and then she rewarded him by simply swallowing its entire length. Sucking, licking, and slobbering on each other's genitals, they rode their personal waves of ecstasy, rushing toward completeness. Sniffing the air, the other ape had awakened and moved closer, but Cleo didn't notice him. Her only interest was in getting the thick cock she was sucking into her aching pussy, but the giant ape was holding her in a vice-like grip and she couldn't swing around to get into position. She knew from his mindless thrusting into her moist, sucking cavity, that she wasn't going anyplace until he'd shot his load down her throat. Something poked at her ass and that's when she realized that other ape was now behind her, wanting to get in on the act. Locking her lips around the thick spongy head she subtlety raised her ass, pushing backward. She felt the other ape's hard cock as it missed its target several times, and she groaned in frustration around the large cock pulsing in her throat. With Poppie's thick tongue buried in her snatch and lathing her crack from end-to-end, there was only one other place left for his friend to go. She reached back, took the thick, probing cock in her small hand and guided it to the entrance of her twitching anus. The animal was so excited that he entered her with one desperately painful plunge. Two days ago it would've been next to impossible for him to have done that and the pain would probably have killed her. Now the thick cock just slipped in naturally. She groaned again, this time in desperate pleasure, pushing back against his hard, rapid thrusts. This was her life now. This is where she wanted to stay. She was home. The huge cock in her anus slid in and out easily, plunging all the way to its base to bang against her swollen colon. Without warning, Poppie began spurting into her throat and she nearly strangled on the amount he produced, swallowing rapidly to get it all as it shot from around her tightly clinched lips. It was so copious that it flowed from her nose, filling her mouth time-after-time as she swallowed frantically. She was drowning in his cum, but Poppie continued to hold her head in a vice-like grip and there was no place she go. If she didn't swallow fast enough she knew she would choke to death on the giant ape's sperm, and even that excited her. Behind her, the other ape-man's long thrusts had become much shorter, faster, more erratic - now slamming into her with a numbing force. As she felt him painting her bowels with nearly a pint of hot sperm, she also came - very hard - her orgasm repeatedly rocking her slender body with convulsion-after convulsion . . . until she was as limp as a damp rag. Once was not enough for the giant animals though. The apes were worked up now and they wanted more. They weren't nearly through with her yet and by the time they finally were, Cleo was once again in a comatose state. The animals fucked her limp body for hours as she initially urged them on with frantic cries and desperate gyrations. Later, when she had become a limp unresponsive toy in their giant paws, they still used her for a long time - to the delight of her TV audience. Two days later, Wolf, Jade, and Chapman stood watching the image on Wolf's giant TV Screen. They'd been sipping their drinks for several hours with Jade alternately licking and sucking their cocks while they smoked cigars and drank, watching Cleo and the big apes on the monitor. Every so often, one of them would quietly laugh at Cleo's desperate pleadings or frantic gyrations to reach fulfillment, but other than that, the room was largely silent. Although Jade and Wolf was a married couple, Wolf didn't mind seeing Jade attempt to stuff Chapman's enormous black organ into her mouth. Only the giant head seemed to make it anyway, grotesquely stretching her working lips as she tried without success to swallow it. Chapman had great control and during all that time hadn't climaxed once. Jade kept trying though, taking it as a challenge to her cock-sucking skills. Wolf had already cum twice down Jade's chocolate throat and now, watching the apes at work on Cleo, was beginning to grow stiff again. Ignoring Jade's efforts, Chapman's face showed no pleasure or emotion as he watched one of the giant apes causally grasp Cleo's limp form under the arm-pits, lift her onto the head of his rampant penis - and then just drop her. Other than a soft pitiful moan, she didn't react. Three or four times during the past few hours, she had loudly screamed out her pleasure as she reached orgasm, but it was clear that she was now used up now. Placing his large paws under her bottom, the animal nonchalantly lifted her rag-doll body up-and-down on his knobby cock, appearing almost disinterested in what he was doing. He'd lift her up until the ball-like head was in danger of slipping free, and then drop her back onto his huge, hard cock - just repeating the action over-and-over. As for the girl, Chapman could tell she was nearly, if not completely, unconscious, for her glazed, unseeing eyes stared at nothing. This was the sixth, or seventh time, in just three hours that he'd witnessed one of the animals fuck her like this. Except for the few times she'd stiffened slightly moaning a bit, the only indication that she'd possibly climaxed, she had been like this - totally unresponsive. Cleo's Fall Ch. 06 Chapman marveled at the size of these magnificent animal's cocks - these creations of his experiments. In a way, they were his children, even more endowed than Mr. Kapp. That is primarily why he liked to send some of the girls here to Wolff's, to be conditioned. When they were finally allowed to return they still may not entirely be ready for him, but he could work with that. The giant ape-man was now growling, baring his teeth, slamming into the comatose girl harder and much faster. Bellowing with pleasure, he emptied his balls into her, pummeling her cunt in pent-up frenzy as finally his sperm shot from around the tight seal of his cock, onto her thighs, running in small rivers down her legs - joining that from earlier couplings, which was already drying. When he was finished, the ape simply shoved her off his belly to fall in a crumpled heap onto the sticky floor. She didn't move or look up as the big ape urinated only a foot from her face. The other ape-man approached, the reddish head of his penis rapidly growing. He'd apparently been excited again, by the smell of their copulation. Chapman smiled as her new sexual partner, still standing, lifted her limp frame and settled her onto his throbbing cock. He immediately began fucking her. From this angle, Chapman couldn't tell which hole the animal had entered, but then, apparently at this point, neither could she. "Give her another day, and then bring her back to me," he said through his teeth. Stiffening, he grunted loudly, shooting a load of thick cum into Jade's mouth - and all over her breasts. He waited until the spasm had completely passed, and said, "Clean her up first." Cleo sat on her bed, staring idly at the wall. She was vaguely aware that Jade had brought her back to her old room earlier, bathed her and then dressed her in a short, yellow summer dress, painting her finger and toe-nails a bright red. "You sure look very pretty," Jade had told her while shaving her pink, protruding pussy lips. The two huge animals' repeated mauling had left them protruding like that - her asshole too - although the swelling was receding a little since she'd been brought here the previous night. Jade had also washed and brushed her long blonde hair for almost an hour, restoring its luxurious waves and bright glow. It now glowed with almost as much health as when she'd first arrived. As she'd worked to revive Cleo's former level of beauty, Jade had constantly been after her to reveal how it'd felt being repeatedly raped by the large beasts. Never having experienced it for herself, Jade had sounded curious - and more than just a little excited at the idea. As Cleo grew more and more aware of her surroundings, she vaguely realized that Jade wanted what she'd had, and would answer her own curiosity - probably soon. With that realization, a small, unwanted thrill worked its way upward from her crotch to her spine. Something deep inside her wandering mind wanted desperately to see Jade do that. Whether it was excitement or revenge, she didn't know. Thirty minutes after Jade left her, the door opened again. It was the old man who'd fed the apes and had aggravated her almost daily for the past week. "Here to pick-up your belongings, Sweetie," he smirked evilly. "Jade said that I couldn't mess you up, so don't look forward to my fucking you today." He grinned through a teeth-gapped mouth. "Besides, I probably wouldn't match-up too well with those 'apes' that had you screaming and moaning all those days, huh?" Cleo sat silently as though in a trance, starring at the far wall. The old man walked right up in front of her and stopped. Vaguely, she heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper, as he said, "I guess a little blow-job won't mess you up too much, right? Especially, if you swallow all of it so it doesn't get all over your pretty dress." He moved closer and reacting as she'd been programmed to do for all this time, Cleo just opened her mouth and took him inside. In a daze such as she was, she didn't even move to help him achieve orgasm, just allowing the old man to fuck her face, grunting and hitting her opened throat with its length. He only lasted about a minute, shooting his watery load down her throat where it pooled with the remnants of all the others left over from the past week of abuse. When he was finished, the old man pulled out carefully so not to spoil her new dress, and said maliciously, "Clean it up, Sweetie." Obediently, Cleo licked the spent cum from his foul, shriveling cock. When Jade returned and assisted her down the long stairway, they exited the front door to find Wolf standing there. A long black limousine was also waiting with the back door open. Jade helped her inside, closed the door, and they silently watched her ride away. "The most beautiful one we ever had, and I didn't even fuck her," Wolf said quietly. Jade laughed. "No, you were having too much fun watching those trained apes of yours, destroy her fine little ass!" She affectionately hugged the much smaller man, pressing his face against her chocolate breasts. "But Mama knows what her little guy wants. Chapman is sending tender, little Amy over later today - the young one you've been lusting for. Kapp said she's been acting up and even he can't get her stretched large enough to fit onto Chapman's gigantic cock." She smiled, reaching down to grasp Wolf's growing penis. "She is so slender and so petit. The apes have been alone for a complete day now and both are walking around with huge boners. Watching them break-in this sweet little thing should be fun, don't you think?" One of the new girls, whom Cleo didn't know, met her when she arrived back at Chapman's sprawling residence, taking her directly to her old room. Vaguely, she noticed it was now decorated with large photos. She froze as she realized they were pictures of Chapman trying to work his elongated organ into a small girl - the pretty girl she knew as, Angel. The photos were arranged in precise order from left to right, showing the progress - and the effects of his forced penetration. She also saw that a large clock had been strategically placed behind the couple so a viewer could measure the time used for the girl's impalement. Unable to avoid it, Cleo stared at the first photo - Chapman holding Angel under the arm-pits, her hairless opening poised right over the head of his enormous cock. In the next frame he had lowered her until the head was pushing against her pussy lips. From her strained features, it appeared she was in extreme pain. The time elapsed on the clock in the background was nine minutes. Moving to the next photo, Cleo saw that Chapman's hardball-sized cock-head had now disappeared inside Angel's small opening - and that pain still radiated from her tense, lovely face. Photo number three had Chapman's cock a third buried inside an apparently squirming Angel, and by the fourth photo, it was half-way inside. Nearly fifteen minutes had elapsed on the clock behind them. Angel's face still registered intense pain. The next picture, a stop-action one, had apparently caught Chapman after he'd lifted her nearly off his cock, just as he'd removed his large hands - dropping her back. The surprise she'd registered at that precise moment changed to agony in the next photo. Half-way through the photos, Cleo did not notice the changes in her own reaction to the photos that she was now breathing deeply through half-opened lips. Even with her experience with Mr. Wolf's bull-apes, she could've never imagined a cock as large as the one she saw here - and couldn't believe that somehow the slender Angel was accommodating it. Okay sure, she was in severe pain and it wasn't going easily for her, but, inch-by-inch, it was going in! Inexplicably, Cleo shivered. The next picture showed Chapman's cock nearly two-thirds of the way in, and Angel trying to hold herself away from it by placing her tiny pale hands against Chapman's hairy black thighs. The only thing that belied her apparent discomfort was the glistening wetness on her own thighs. Nearly twenty minutes had now expired on the clock in the background. Totally unaware of it, Cleo's breathing had grown very ragged now, and she was excreting juices of her own as she unconsciously licked her dry lips while moving around the wall. In the following three pictures, it was plain that Angel's pain and discomfort had changed into mind-blowing pleasure. Head thrown back, mouth open, eyes rolled upward in her head until only the whites shown, she was apparently now screaming in total rapture. The remaining photos were actually a portrait of a continuous, non-stop orgasm for the girl, and Cleo fought back a hateful wave of resentment - no, envy! Forty minutes now shown on the clock. So long - so delicious. Not intending it, Cleo's hand had drifted toward her burning snatch as she fought back an urge to kneel before the picture, lick the huge, black cock she saw there. Moaning, her eyes flittered around the room. She could almost smell the couple's sex act. She moaned again, just as a knock on her door startled her back into awareness. "Y . . . yes?" she stammered. "Mr. Chapman desires for you to join him for dinner, ma'am. It will be served in five minutes." Clicking of heels indicated the female voice was departing. Cleo hurried to the bathroom, splashed cold water onto her face and tried to calm her trembling. "Oh, don't let me mess this up on the first day and be sent back to Mr. Wolf," she pleaded to herself. Angle and a young black girl in her late teens, were already there when she arrived at the dining table. The young black girl was obviously fighting an urge to squirm against the rotating artificial cock that Cleo knew was inside her. Angel appeared much like Cleo had only hours earlier - namely, in an over-fucked daze. Combating a delicious shiver forming in her deepest core, Cleo wondered how long Mr. Chapman had used her with his gigantic cock. Hurrying to her place at the table, she eased herself onto the silicone four-inch cock protruding from the chair seat. When it went in easily, she knew she was still experiencing some of the wetness she'd experienced from looking at the pictures in her room. "Welcome back, Cleo," Chapman's deep, booming voice welcomed her. "Thank you, Master," she said with down-cast eyes. "I'm glad to be back." "Please dine, everyone," he said, but she knew from past meals here, that he was carefully watching to see if any of them showed the effect of the wiggling cocks inside them. It felt good to her but after the apes, she now knew she could handle it. The black girl apparently couldn't - suddenly moaning aloud as she pressed downward with her ass, beginning to squirm frantically against her seat. Almost instantly Knapp appeared, dressed in his black thong and nothing else. He tossed her over his shoulder and carried her away, screaming. Chapman acted as if he never even noticed. "So Cleo, tell us about your week of vacation," he said softly. Oh no, please don't make me tell that! "Cleo?" he said again. She cleared her throat once, and with her eyes still down-cast, said, "On my first day, I explored my new residence, Master. In the library I saw three holes in the wall, and . . . ." She spoke until she reached the point where she couldn't remember any more, and then simply stopped speaking. "That's fine, Cleo. You can stop now. I saw everything anyway." Even as conditioned as she was, that revelation still shocked her. He had been there! Watching her being violated! Watching as she responded in eagerness, sometimes desperation, to the giant beasts' mating with her - watching her own self-initiated, sex with them. Her face burned with shame even as her pussy gushed with juice at the memory - barely able to catch herself before she groaned aloud. Her story had apparently had an impact on Angel too, for she uttered a soft moan, instantly biting her lip. It was too late. A heavy, broad-chest, black man in a thong that matched Mr.' Kapp's, marched in and grabbed Angel as she protested loudly. He clamped her mouth with his thick hand, threw her over his shoulder and carried her off, kicking and trying to scream. "Ah, Cleo. It seems it's just you and I again." "Yes Master." "Did you like the pictures I provided for your room?" "Yes Master. More softly now, "Did they excite you?" She considered lying to him, but knew that was not an option, so she muttered. "Yes sir." "Still wet? Again, she hesitated, but having little choice, said, "Yes Master. I am wet." "Does the small rubber cock excite you, Cleo?" "No sir, not so much. It feels okay, but now . . . you know, after, uh . . . not so much." Chapman laughed his booming laugh, shaking the very walls. "That is good, then. You will need something much larger, something only a real man can give you. Am I right?" What could she say? Whether from fear or simply the stored-up knowledge that it was bound to happen sooner or later, her heart was pounding so hard inside her chest that she could barely speak. "Yes Master, you are correct." She heard his chair scoot back from the table as he stood. From under her eyebrows, she saw him stick out his huge hand, and her breath caught in her throat. "Come my little slut. It is time." Easing herself off the silicone cock, she stood on wobbly legs, her excited breath coming in small gulps. "Yes Sir." It was time. She'd never been inside Chapman's room and was astonished by the largeness and luxury of it. Without having to be told, Cleo followed him into another room that could only be described as a dungeon. Tables, chains and large screen TVs were everywhere. On one of them, she was eagerly sucking the swollen cock of the big bull-ape, Poppie. Her debasement was now complete. "Get undressed," Chapman stated coldly. She dropped her pretty yellow dress on the floor, hoping it wouldn't get soiled. She liked that dress. In less time than it takes to tell, Chapman had shed his own clothing. At six-eight, over three hundred pounds, he was the largest man Cleo had ever known. Ink black skin, with a large belly and bulging thighs, he looked almost like royalty standing there. Cleo dropped her eyes still farther and saw what she'd feared - and anticipated. The large black, half-flaccid cock, hung half-way to his knees. She could see it pulse as the blood quickly rushed into it, making it grow even larger. She vaguely wondered if his giant cock was attributed to his genetic engineering programs, or if he'd been born that way. "Get over here, slut. Lick it," his deep voice growled, and she hurried to obey. Remembering the huge apes' cocks, she licked it thoroughly to make it wetter so she could get it inside her mouth. Chapman impatiently grabbed her by the ears and stuffed his thick cock-head inside with no regard for her discomfort. That was as far as it would go. She felt it bang against the back of her throat, but knew it'd rupture something before her small passage would allow its entry. Chapman seemed almost angry as he pushed her off his throbbing cock, grabbed her arm in a vice-like grip and pulled her toward a padded platform, much like the one she'd used with the two beasts. He lay down on his back, pulling her onto his hairy belly, lifting her and holding her small puffy entrance positioned directly over his engorged member. Cleo was terrified now that she was here, her excitement having completely fled. Staring coldly into her frightened face, he slowly lowered her toward what she knew would be the most excruciating pain she'd ever felt. The spongy head rubbed against her moist opening, but Chapman didn't stop. He kept pulling her downward, forcing the thick head against her puffy pussy lips. Fleetingly, Cleo remembered that very first day so long ago, when her old boss Ralph had done the same. She remembered how he'd forced it inside her, how she'd been eager to help him, and how she'd enjoyed his debasement. This was different. The thing she now felt against her small opening was a weapon - and it would probably kill her. If not, she'd be ruined for life. He let her own body weight betray her, forcing the crown inside as she whimpered, imagining she felt her lining being torn, burning like fire. She felt impending doom approaching as terror tore at her throat. "You don't have to do this," she said softly. "Yes, I do." She felt Chapman's hands loosening at her rib-cage and panicked, knowing what lay in store for her when he finally let her go. "Please, don't," she pleaded. Chapman laughed loudly - and dropped her. It was the most painful thing she'd ever experienced. At first, she just hung-up on the mushroom head of his enormous cock, and then as it violently pushed past her swollen lips, sliding upward it impaled her. The long shaft roughly forced the moist walls of her pussy aside, making room until she was stopped as it hit something deep inside her. As she knew it would be, it was absolutely excruciating. She screamed continuously until he finally slapped her face. He didn't need to say anything. That was enough. She just sat there, quietly whimpering, pinned on his enormous cock, unable to move. Chapman didn't seem in a big hurry, coldly staring into her face, studying her in an almost clinical manner. The initial burst of pain finally subsided as numbness set in, but she was fearful to move lest it start again. There was a warmness spreading inside her soft belly and she vaguely wondered what he'd damaged deep inside her, maybe rupturing something important. He flexed his dong and she stifled another scream. He did it again and this time it caused less pain. She was far past that. Sliding his enormous hands under her ass-cheeks, he effortlessly lifted her until only the ball-like head was left inside her. "Please don't drop me again," she whimpered, her beautiful eyes pleading with him. "Please." He stared at her for several seconds, and then slowly lowered her back onto his cock. This time, it went in easier and she smiled down at him gratefully. Then he began a rhythm, lifting and lowering her on his cock. It didn't take long. In just a couple of minutes, she was helping him, rotating her hips, squirming wetly around on his cock when she was all the way down. She reached down and felt beneath her, surprised that more of it, at least two-thirds was inside her. Inexplicably, this excited her more than anything she'd ever known in her life. Suddenly, she wanted it all! She wanted every inch of it stuffed inside her pussy, even if it killed her. Pushing up and away from his belly, she dropped herself back onto his cock, moaning softly. "Kill me, kill me with your cock," she whispered urgently. "You want to die on my black cock?" he asked. "Yes. Please do me. Make me die really good." She came so hard and unexpectedly that she passed out for a moment, but almost immediately, began climbing his cock again. Her orgasms were non-stop now and finally, Chapman couldn't take it any longer, either. Grasping her hips, he savagely thrust upward as he slammed her down, straining now to reach his own orgasm. He stretched, ripped, and bludgeoned her inter-softness with his giant club, uncaring about her discomfort or pain. After so long of wanting this beautiful creature now perched on his large belly, the only thing that mattered was his own fulfillment. Even the bull-apes he'd created hadn't had the amount of fluid in their balls as this neo-human beneath her. Spurt after spurt of rich, thick cum hit against her cervix, driving her insane, causing her to black-out momentarily. When she regained consciousness, she saw she was on her knees with Chapman behind her violently thrusting into her sloppy, swollen pussy with such fury that she imagined he was trying to destroy her. Smiling, she lowered her head to rest on her arms, and obediently lifted her ass to him. She was totally his now, to use, destroy, anything he wanted - and once it was over, she knew she'd still be begging for more. This final destruction was what she'd been searching for her entire life. She was ready. Cleo's Fall "Take off your panties," he growled hoarsely, licking his thick lips. The ownership in his tone made her cringe, but for the first time it also forced her to lock eyes with him. His little pig-like eyes were thin slits - hungry, demanding. She quickly closed her eyes again. Frightened, repulsed, but more excited than at any point in her young life, Cleo quickly slipped off her thin blue panties, leaving her skirt rumpled above her waist. Her legs were wantonly spread, but she didn't move to close them. She felt like the whore Ralph had called her earlier, completely caught-up in this drama and knowing she couldn't fight it. Ralph dropped his pants around his spindly ankles, lowered himself to his knees, and crawled between her wide-spread legs. His unbelievably bloated cock bobbed between his hairy thighs, instantly banging against her swollen vagina lips. With little regard for her comfort, he pushed it roughly against her opening, grinding ruthlessly against her. As wet as she was, the grotesquely fat head at the end of his cock, was far too thick to enter anyplace that small. Cleo groaned in frustration, lifting upward, trying to help him. She felt empty. She needed something inside her. Grunting, he repositioned himself between her splayed legs and viciously grinded his cock against her wet opening again, unrelenting as he tried to force himself inside her pulsing lips. The intense burning from friction of their bodies rubbing together, threatened to overwhelm her, and she groaned again. She wanted to beg . . . wanted to . . . what? Make him quit? Help him? Even though he was painfully persistent, he still couldn't enter more than half-inch of the fat head inside her moist opening. God, I have to have it in me now, her mind screamed. Ignoring the burning pain, she grunted obscenely, pushing upward with unbridled desperation. "Help me, you horny little bitch!" he grunted. "I'm trying!" she gasped through clinched teeth, her pretty face now strained with pain and an animal-like desire to mate. She didn't understand how her cunt could be painfully burning from friction but still throbbing with an ever-increasing lust. She whimpered like a small hurt animal, lifting her knees to her chest, opening herself further to his terrible assault. That was all it took. Instantly, he sank to the hilt, taking her breath. Ralph paused, savoring his entry for a moment, and then he lowered his face, his hungry mouth seeking hers. They groaned into each other's open mouths, overcome by total ecstasy as their tongues fought. She'd never felt anything so intense in her entire life! As though with a will of their own, Cleo felt her pussy walls clinching around the huge fleshy pole inside her, milking it, urging it deeper inside her. She tossed her head from side-to-side, crying out in delirium, moaning, tears flooding her sightless sky-blue eyes. Instinctively opening her parted lips, she sucked Ralph's thick tongue deep into her mouth as she had done with his cock only moments before. She pushed her hips upward, using her slender thighs to grasp his large buttocks, attempting to pull even more of the fat cock inside her. Ralph grunted and settled in now, pounding savagely into her hot sloppy pussy, rushing to fill this prim little bitch with hot sperm. He longed to use her, impregnate her, to completely own her. She may not know it yet but she was his now. His long, insistent strokes were taking their toll. "Oh god, yes, yes, yes, agggg!" Cleo screamed, thrashing wildly beneath him. Ralph covered her mouth with his thick wet lips, in an effort to keep her quiet. "Aggggh . . . ggggod . . . .!" The last was muffled due to Ralph's thick tongue, but still sounded loud in the quiet room. She sucked mindlessly on his tongue, whimpering softly as she heaved against his thrusts. Ralph may have looked out of shape but he was strong, relentlessly pounding his thick cock into her willing pussy, their excitement climbing with each stroke. He looked down, watching as his over-sized cock pulled the lining of her vagina outward, and then pushed it back inside as he pounded into her again. Moist rippling layers were forced aside to make way the unrelenting over-sized crown hammering away at her tender core, tearing a wider path than any before it, to make way for its unnatural thickness. Her clit looked painfully red and swollen as it was battered mercilessly. As for Cleo, she felt it happening, every ridge and every vein, each time it slammed against her tender core. She didn't care. Completely gone now was the image of Mike, their life together – all of Cleo's clean, orderly little world, gone. The world she'd known previously was totally erased from her consciousness now, as Cleo stuck her tongue between Ralph's wet lips, moaning into his open mouth, straining to find the release she so desperately needed. All that mattered at this moment was the hot driving cock between her trembling thighs. As he hammered his fat cock into her softness Ralph watched the cold, distant beauty he'd hired only weeks earlier, squirming franticly beneath him, mindlessly fucking him back like a bitch dog in heat. He'd coveted her silently for weeks since she'd first come to his office, feeling her rejection, seeing distain in her soft green eyes each time she'd looked his way. Grinning maliciously at the memory now, he grinded his groin viciously against her swollen clit, rewarded instantly by a low pitiful whimper. He vowed he'd destroy this snooty bitch! Shortening his stroke, he silently observed her slack mouth, sightless eyes and relished her excited grunts as he brutally rode her. He suddenly realized he was probably the only man other than her husband who'd ever been inside her. He felt ten-feet tall. "You really are a . . . slut, aren't . . . you?" Ralph said breathlessly between thrusts. "Women like you . . . think your shit don't stink . . . treating men like scum. But inside . . . you're just like all the others . . . ain't you? Whores . . . sluts . . . cunts," Ralph forced the words out between gasps, punctuating each word with a savage thrust of his hips. Cleo knew he was right, of course. She was a slut - a whore. She'd even felt like one, kneeling before this repulsive little man, willingly sucking his nasty cock. She knew what sluts and maybe slaves must feel like, as he pounded that same fat cock she'd so willingly swallowed, into her greedy cunt over-and-over. Hating herself for her weakness but unable to do anything about it, she moaned between clenched teeth and searched for his tongue again, straining upward to capture more of his hard pleasure. The feeling of being dominated was somehow feeding her libido, something she'd never before encountered, and she knew she would climax like she'd never before in her life. That was all that mattered right now. Ralph jarring thrusts suddenly stopped and he slowly pulled out. She felt the ridges and veins sliding from between her hungrily clasping vagina lips as each one dragged past her most tender body parts. She moaned in frustration. Just before he completely left her wet opening, he paused, leaving only the flared ridge of his huge cock head to lock him inside - just the crown of his bloated cock now rested between her swollen pussy lips, throbbing with promise. Locking his elbows, he clinically observed her tightly clinched eyes, her frustrated features as she strained upward to recapture what she'd lost, automatically reaching for his fat ass cheeks to pull him deeper again. She moaned in desperation, and he only smiled. "Well? Are you a selfish slut?" "H . . . huh?" she muttered, her eyes glazed and confused. "Tell me right now, or I wipe off my cock and leave." She knew then that he would leave nothing of her self-respect intact – knew that now she was indeed his plaything, his whore. She couldn't help herself. Somewhere deep inside she didn't want him to leave her with self-respect, she deserved his contempt, and she certainly didn't want his cock to leave her unsatisfied like this. Not like this. Not before he quelled this raging fire between her legs and released her mind so she could think. "Yes," she finally muttered. "I'm your slut . . . your whore. Satisfied now? Just finish me off damn you! Just do me!" Ralph laughed, and then redoubled his vicious pounding. "It's a start, sweetheart," he panted. "There'll be more." She didn't like the sound of that, but her mind quickly returned to the overwhelming sensation captured in that dark wet spot between her legs, where all conscious thought was now centered. She was so close . . . so very close. Gasping with effort, Cleo strained upward even more, increasing her efforts, raising her hips to meet Ralph's thrusts. Digging her nails into his soft ass-cheeks, she urged him deeper as he stretched and tore her pussy channel as no man had done before; making it so few men would ever be able to satisfy her again. She didn't care. It was wonderful! Just this once, that's all. Then she would walk away, never be alone with the little fat bastard again. Suddenly, she had a fleeing, but terrifying thought. Had she taken her birth control pill? With this fire raging in her belly, she couldn't remember, couldn't even think. What if she became pregnant with Ralph's ugly little baby. Oh god! Sensing her hesitation, Ralph redoubled his effort, slamming his entire length into her, sending little skyrockets soaring into her brain. Her train of thought wavered, and then disappeared completely. She didn't care. She'd face that if it happened. She was too close to the end now to worry about babies. She clutched his ass-cheeks tighter, scratching them with her long nails, rushing toward what she needed so desperately. "Ahhhhh, God! Do it! Do it . . . do . . . it." Cleo groaned, opening her bent legs as wide as they would go and pushing upward in an attempt to capture more of Ralph's hard cock deep inside where she needed it most. When it finally collided with her cervix, she clamped her thighs tightly around his driving ass and held him there as she squirmed around his hardness, crying out against his slack open mouth. Ralph smiled as he felt her quivering inter-thighs against his buttocks. He had her now. Before he was done he'd turn her into the nastiest little slut in the county. Mindless with desire, eyes glassy, Cleo strained upward and groaned. She was nearly out of her head, moaning, "Agggoddddd! Don't stop! Please don't . . . stop! Do . . .me . . . do . . .me!" Ralph suddenly stiffened, grunting loudly. Without warning, Cleo felt his spunk bouncing off the inside walls of her steaming pussy. That was the final straw. She screamed loudly into his open mouth, convulsing into the most powerful orgasm she'd ever felt, even thought possible, as she tried over-and-over to frantically climb his stubby body. "Oh, God! Yes . . . more . . . agggh . . . please . . . oh mooo . .rr!" In desperation she clung to him like a life raft in stormy water, sucking his soul through her open mouth. Time-after-time like it would never end, the climax racked her body as she held on for dear life, trying to hold him as deeply inside her throbbing pussy as possible. Fireworks flashed behind her eyelids, over and over again, making her cry out with unashamed lust. She briefly caught the glint of her wedding band, a sight that would later haunt her, but she would not remember until much later. It didn't mean anything right then. Nothing else did. All that mattered was the streams of hot cum running down her thighs into the crack of her butt, sending her into an even harder climax. So nasty . . . oh so nasty . . ., kept running through her mind. This was so nasty! Despite his earlier blowjob, Ralph's heavy balls unloaded an incredible steady stream of spunk into her quivering belly, causing her to tremble with lewd excitement, whimpering like a hurt puppy as she drained him. It was the first multiple orgasm she'd ever experienced, and when it was finally over she felt totally exhausted – a pile of sticky quivering, used human flesh. Totally drained, damp with their mutual sweat, they collapsed against each other, the only sounds in the room was the air conditioner and their loud gasps as they fought to suck air back into their tortured lungs. They lay that way a long time and when Ralph eventually rolled his heavy weight to the side and propped himself on one elbow, he stared down at her as though studying a bug. She stared up at him expectantly, wanting to believe there was something more to this man, now that she'd given him her most treasured possession. That thought quickly vanished, as all she could see was his lewd wet smile and his cold little pig-like eyes. His first words destroyed any hope that she could turn this into something more than just two people rutting like wild dogs. "Kinda like that fat dick, didn't ya?" She didn't answer, her face flaming with embarrassment. "That's okay, Sweetheart. You'll soon get to where you'll do anything just to be allowed to lick it – and you'll lick it anytime I want." Angered, she pushed against him with her hands, trying to move away. He grasped her wrist painfully, snarling, "Don't fuck with me! Get your ass up on the bed and don't think about giving me any trouble! We ain't nearly through yet. Now move it!" Cowing fearfully, she crawled past him and pulled her aching body onto the cool bedspread. Laying curled in the fetal position, she kept her eyes closed as before, feeling the dip of the king-sized bed as he followed behind her. A wet, sticky river of cum ran from between her legs and down her thighs. It felt cold and sticky under the air conditioner. It felt so . . . nasty. She hated her boss and she hated herself. All she felt now that her passion was spent was disgust for what they'd done, and total humiliation. She flinched as she felt his pudgy hand trace the line of her hip, slide across her flat belly, coming to rest between her wet thighs to cup her shaved pubic mound. Despite her revulsion, a thrill shot through her loins. "I know just which of your buttons to push now, little girl. Believe what you want but you're mine now. From now on – anything I want you to do, anyway I want you to do it until I get tired of you – you'll do what I tell you." His words terrified her, but even more terrifying was the tiny thrill they caused in her. He rested his back against the headboard and sit with sprayed legs, his tubby belly nearly hiding his fat flaccid cock. "Crawl over here and wrap those pouty lips around this big wet sausage, sweetheart. I've been wanting to do this for months and I haven't had my fill yet." When she failed to respond, he snarled, "Get your ass over here!" The savage tone of his voice instantly galvanized her into action. Frightened of him once more, she hastily crawled into position to do his bidding. She paused slightly at the sight of the fat slimy cock resting snugly between his hairy thighs. It was still wet and sticky from both their juices, the hair around it matted with their combined cum and sweat. Although his cock was soft now, she could see no appreciable difference in its girth or its length. The fat knob was easily as big as her tiny fist, and the rest as thick as her forearm. She shivered uncontrollably as she stared at it, remembering how it'd felt pounding between her legs – and into her mouth – shooting its load into places none had ever gone before. She remembered the debasement, and how defiled she'd felt. In spite of herself the thought made her pause quicken and her mouth began to water again. She drew closer, smelling their scent. His chubby hands wrapped painfully in her hair and she opened her mouth to gasp. The next thing she knew her mouth was once again full of Ralph's slimy, stiffening cock. Without encouragement or threats this time, she began her task. Ralph's hands dropped away. She wasn't going anywhere. He knew he had her. She could have retreated, but she didn't. She hated what she was doing, yet couldn't seem to stop – licking the thick cock from its slimy slit at the tip, down to the matted hair at the bottom, back up the other side, and then starting all over. As she did it she tasted their combined juices . . . and it reminded her of what they'd done only moments earlier, somehow exciting her more than ever. Nasty. Yes. So nasty. She reached the thick base a second time and continued on to his scrotum, this time, voluntarily taking each of his large hairy balls into her mouth, sucking gently, nibbling. Oh god, how nasty this is. "You hungry little cunt," Ralph was panting. "I'm gonna love turning you into the biggest slut in the whole fucking county." Ralph grasped his knees and pulled them against his flabby belly, leaving his fat butt-hole open and exposed. Bracing his right knee again his thick forearm, he used his hand to push her face downward towards his puckered, pulsating anus. Instantly she realized what he wanted her to do, pushing back, resisting, but his brute strength was overpowering, and finally sighing in resignation, she simply lowered her face into his steamy crevice and did what he wanted. Nasty. So nasty. She felt her pussy gush. It suddenly felt empty, lacking something essential. Her nostrils were immediately assaulted by the mustiness of his sweaty crack, and once again, she tried to draw back, but pressure on the back of her head held her motionless. It was the nastiest thing anyone had ever made her do. That thought alone, took her over the edge. Yes, nasty. So nasty. Suddenly she was kissing and licking her way toward the puckered ring that was his asshole. When he felt her tongue press against his nether lips, his tangy taste assaulting her tongue, he grunted with joy, hissing loudly as air escaped like from a deflating tire. Knowing that she was in control at this very moment, she worked her hot moist tongue lower and lower, feeling him lift against her assault, grinding his hairy ass against her pretty, tear-streaked face. She finally tasted the acrid rubber rings of his inter-nether hole. Far from disgusting her, she was trembling uncontrollably, excited beyond belief. One of her hands found his throbbing cock, gripping it hard. Imagining her tongue as a small cock, she fucked Ralph with it as he wiggled with glee against her face – both of them now moaning with abandonment. Her rigid tongue probed deeper and deeper until it finally popped through the tight sphincter muscle, wiggling freely into the musty depths of his bowels. Ralph was beside himself with pleasure, grunting and groaning from pure joy. His pre-cum ran freely down her working hand, and suddenly, she was afraid he would cum. She wanted him to wait. She wanted it in her mouth. All of it. After another moment of her tender administrations, she withdrew from her task and engulfed his rock-hard cock inside her wet mouth – all the way to its base. He groaned loudly before roughly pushing her head away. "Jeeze, baby," he grunted. "Take it easy. You almost made me shoot my load." She made a small sound of frustration as she pushed against his protective hands, trying to get back at the fat jerking cock just inches from her hungry mouth. That's exactly what she wanted, she admitted to herself fiercely – to taste his hot thick cum once more. Why didn't he let her finish him off? She groaned in frustration, then felt him lift her bodily, turning her around to face away from him, leaving her on her knees. The bed sagged as he knelt behind her body, her puckered asshole and wet open pussy exposed to him. She was his to do whatever he wanted. Accepting it, she didn't care anymore. Just do it! She felt his breath against her ass cheeks. Then he ran his tongue the length of her exposed crack - and it nearly sent her over the edge. Cleo's Fall "Oh God!" she screamed loudly. "Ahhhhh!" "Shut-up! You want the whole fucking hotel to hear us?" Ralph stuffed a pillow under her face to muffle the sound. She flinched as she felt his thick rigid tongue lick wetly against the dry entrance of her ass, pushing persistently against the tight puckered ring of her nether hole. Cleo's legs were shaking violently and she couldn't get her breath. She was trembling all over as she gasped for air, straining backward for the forbidden pleasure she'd never known existed until now. She felt as if she were having a heart attack. Ralph's tongue was larger than her own and much thicker. It felt like a big wet cock worming its way into her tight little asshole - stiff, yet wonderfully soft. Awful, yet wonderful - painful, yet exquisite. The feeling was indescribable. She whimpered into the pillow, pushing backward and relaxing her body to let his tongue slide deeper into her bowels, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her trembling young body. She was totally helpless, his toy to use anyway he wanted – but she loved it - wanted it – needed it. "Oh please," she groaned into the pillow, and Ralph chuckled somewhere behind her. "Oh please . . . please . . . PLEASE!" She came without warning, trembling violently, screaming into the pillow. It went on and on forever as she squirmed frantically, pushing desperately back against the pleasure of Ralph's huge tongue and thick lips on her asshole. "Mmmmmp. Og . . .ahhhh . . .gh god!" her muffled screams spoke of the pleasure she was experiencing. Over-and-over, multiple orgasms shook her thin body, stealing her mind – taking her guilt away. Slowly, it began to subside just a little, but the unrelenting tongue and lips never slacked, licking her entire crack now, sipping her juices, sucking at her swollen pussy lips, biting her hard little clit without mercy. It was taking her upward against her will once more. "Oh . . . please . . . don't," she whimpered. "No more . . . I'm dying." Ralph just chuckled lewdly and kept his manipulations of her body going until she was panting heavily again. Finally, he heard a soft, whispered, "Yes." Half -conscious a few minutes later, she felt the bed sag again and the head of Ralph's wet cock brushing against her sopping wet cunt. Pushing back to accept it, she just wanted him to fuck her and get it over with. She was so tired – so horny – and the excitement was consuming her again. She groaned. How many times had she cum? Three, four, maybe five. Oh, would it never end? What had she become? Unconsciously, she found herself pushing her ass back to Ralph once more, waving it in the air, trying to capture his jerking cock inside her wet, hungry pussy. She felt like she was going out of her mind, losing control of everything. Ralph easily slipped his thick girth halfway into her swollen pussy. He let it stay there for just an instant but then it was disappointingly gone, only to return an instant later to press against her exposed anus. Cleo grunted and tried to pull away, eager to have it re-enter her willing pussy, but Ralph's pudgy hands held her fast as he pressed against her nether-hole, tearing tender tissue as it pushed the channel apart to allow the fat head of his cock entry into her most secret place. "Nooo, please," she gasped loudly in pain. "Wrong place. It hurts, Ralph, please just fuck me . . . the same way again . . . oh please stop . . . ah . . . aggggg!" "Shut up! Just press back against my cock like you're trying to take a big crap! It'll be easier for both of us that way." She begged and pleaded and then finally realizing he wasn't going to relent, did as he'd ordered. He appeared to not even hear her tortured pleadings anyway as he pressed ever deeper into her moist steamy depths. With a blinding white flash of pain, the fat cock head slipped past her sphincter muscle. Cleo clutched handfuls of the bedspread and screamed against a mouth filled with pillow. "Oh god it hurts so much! It feels like a fence post! Get it out! Please . . . please . . . ple . . .!" Ralph paused, panting with excursion as he rested, neither of them moving except to breathe. "Damn, baby. You are so tight in there! Just about tore my dick off getting in." He laughed softly. "Nobody been inside this little asshole yet, have they? Only got the head in so far, too. Lots more to come, Baby." Then the pain returned as he slowly slid his fat cock deeper into her asshole – more and more of it pushed inside, sliding, tearing, pushing tender un-violated tissue apart to achieve its goal. It seemed endless, burning like fire, slowly but surely impelling her. It feels like a fence post, she thought, grunting with pain. White lights flashed behind her eyelids as she felt its relentless path pushing the inside walls of her bowels apart, entering her virgin colon. Then, she felt the course hairs of Ralph's groin against her tender ass cheeks. He rested again, panting hard, letting her grow accustomed to the unnatural invasion of its first cock. Cleo was afraid to move even the slightest, lest the pain grow worse. But she was also mildly surprised. Now that it was finally all the way in, it wasn't as painful as it had initially been. Ralph flexed his thick cock a couple of times and its surge felt almost pleasurable inside her. His words jolted her back to the present. "Help me with this, bitch! Rub your pussy or something!" His tone left no room for protest, so she reached between her legs and touched the exposed swollen knob that was her blood-gorged clit. Electric volts shot through her, nearly making her climax at once. Its intensity caught her completely by surprise. How could she be enjoying this humiliation, this defilement? Letting this fat, repulsive little man stick his thick cock up her ass, was one thing. Enjoying it was another altogether. This was a place where even let her husband hadn't gone. She groaned as another thrill shot through her, faintly hearing Ralph's acknowledging laughter from someplace far away. "Think about what you're doing, slut. A man has his nasty cock buried to the balls up your virgin asshole, and you are loving it. Think about how nasty that is." She groaned aloud, letting him know. Yes, so nasty. A nasty cock buried deeply inside her tender virgin asshole. Nasty, so nasty, and yes, Ralph was right about the rest, too. He knew just which buttons to push, as far as she was concerned. She knew now that he was right. She was now his to use in any way he wanted. If she couldn't stop him from doing this vile thing to her, how could she keep him from doing anything he wanted, anytime he wanted? Without warning, she came so hard it felt like the top of her head had blown off. Over-and-over, just as one climax was beginning to subdue, she went over the edge with an even harder, soul-jarring one. Groaning, she pushed her ass back against Ralph's thrusts, trying to capture as much of his thick cock inside her ravaged anus as possible. All the time, he kept saying, "You're an ass-slut now, baby. The ones who can cum with a cock up their asses, are called ass-sluts. You should be pleased. You're a rare find." That's how it went for the next ten minutes as she suffered through and enjoyed multiple-orgasm after multiple-orgasm. When Ralph finally did erupt into her tortured bowels, she had her last and hardest, mind-numbing jolt. When it was finally over, she collapsed onto her face, sobbing, exhausted, completely drained and totally spent. After a few moments, she was able to focus again. Ralph was standing beside the bed, his fat slimy cock only inches from her face. "You know what to do my little ass-slut. Clean it up nicely for me now." Completely exhausted and totally compliant at this point, she didn't even argue as she engulfed his slimy cock in her tender mouth, sucking it clean. His faint laughter echoing in her mind, she collapsed into a coma that lasted for ten hours.