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Kit

By: Anitole



Upon awaking there was disorientation. She was aware of being hot, sticky, the bedclothes were tangled around her, she felt stifled, she needed to get up. There was a sense of panic as she felt herself falling and then pain as she hit the floor. Suddenly she was grounded, she knew where she was.

Hotel room, London, you're on a business trip.

Lauren kicked herself free of the sheets and leaned back on one hand, using the other to wipe away the sweat on her neck and under her chin. What a dream.

She pressed herself up and got her feet beneath her. She stumbled a bit and caught herself by putting one hand on the nightstand. She was dizzy, her throat was dry and her eyes burned.

"What's the matter with me?" She shook her head and went to the bathroom, the dizziness becoming more manageable. She ran water from the tap and pulled her hair back to drink. It was cool but it didn't seem to help very much. She shut off the water and blinked, opening her eyes wide to push back the drowsiness in her eyes.

As she did so she took in her flushed face, her naked shoulders. She felt her bare feet on the cold tile. It was all so significant, so erotic to her. She went to the shower and turned on the water, making sure it was cool before she stepped in. She put her head under the stream and felt the rivulets running down her body.

What a dream...

She closed her eyes, seeking to find snippets of it still lingering in the back of her mind.

His hands were pale and the suit he wore was dark charcoal.

She leaned her head back, taking the little wrapped bar of soap and unwrapping it almost completely by touch.

He'd had a name in the dream. She remembered it whispered as he hovered over her, she gasping as his very features seemed to grow sharper as she neared her own climax. Kisses, hot, moving from her lips down her neck while hands cradled her and caressed her flesh, kneading her...

She shut off the water and slid the glass door of the shower open. She took the towel from the rack and wrapped herself in it. She took the brush out of her travel bag and went to work on her hair. She always brushed it while it was still wet.

There was a smell to him, oh, God.

She felt herself drop the brush and heard it clatter in the sink.

She had smelled him. She had felt him. He had been real.

She opened her eyes and looked at her reflection in the mirror. On some strange instinct she felt her hand move to the knot of the towel under her arm. She unwrapped herself and looked at her body in the mirror. On her left breast, her shoulder, her neck—she felt along the inside of her thigh—she backed away from the mirror, frightened.

What happened last night?

****

The weather was damp and growing damper as he rounded the corner from Pall Mall into St. James Street. The people passing by would have thought him queer had they been able to see him, his hair matted to his head, looking probably very much out of place. Anyone without a hat and umbrella in London on a day like this was a tourist or a madman.

He smiled and nodded at a few of them, pretending they could see him and acting as if he were reassuring them he wasn't insane or a tourist.

Kit liked the rain in London. It was one of the few things that stayed constant about the place.

Kit had never gotten over the changes though he had come for the most part to appreciate them. Nothing big would ever stop London from being London. No matter how big she grew, he still loved it here. Whatever improvements mingled with the monuments of old—the eye, the millennium. Every year there was something added and nothing really lost.

He shook his head. No, some things had disappeared. People lived in an age of information now, for all the good it did them. When literacy had been a luxury of the select few there hadn't been so much drivel produced. Everything was supersized now, something he couldn't quite come to terms with. Some things, when made bigger, did not, by any stretch of the imagination, become better.

The world had become more civilized too. No matter what the papers said on the subject.

Economic upheaval, indeed.

Anyone who thought they were living in the most atrocious age in 2009 hadn't seen Edward Wightman burned at the stake for heresy in 1612.

He'd seen depictions of public executions in films but they never did it justice. The crowds were never as enthusiastic as they had been in reality, nor were they as squalid. What he missed the most were hangings. Those had been the most gruesome and dismal affairs made riotous by the cheering, sneering, bloodthirsty crowds.

It was marvelous to think that the faces passing him on the street belonged to decedents of those he'd seen spitting on the corpses of John Bradshaw, and Oliver Cromwell. 

He walked the streets by day, watching the people, what authors for centuries had labeled "the teeming masses" not really viewing them as people of a new "breed" or "generation" but as the same people of the same caliber that had moved through the streets and more recently the underground tunnels for a good part of his unnatural life.

The only difference between people in London in 2009 and people in London in 1066 was that the people in 2009 had less time on their hands and different distractions.

Whereas children used to play by feeding dead rats to tabby cats, today they had hand-held computer games and little multicolored bits of plastic and wire, inexplicably dubbed iPods.

In thinking of the years, it struck him. Another 57 years and that was a solid millennium for the crown. He smiled, shaking his head. 

Well, good for you William! Aye, me, from such humble beginnings...

He checked his Rolex and smiled. He rounded the corner to find himself in front of the Ritz. Tossing his copy of the Times into a bin, he turned up the collar of his overcoat against the drizzle. It was a typical day of mist giving way to rain in the slow appalling manner that had everyone carrying umbrellas. He disliked umbrellas—made it difficult to follow anyone. Taking a spot against a pillar he put his hands in his pockets and patiently watched the man at the hansom stand.

He smiled as he saw her come out wearing a tan camel-hair overcoat that was quite flattering. The man at the stand hailed a hansom and he watched as she sped off down Piccadilly.

***

Lauren took her glasses from her nose and let them drop unceremoniously onto the desk top. She rubbed her eyes, blinking them. The computer screen had made the headache she'd had all day exponentially worse, as had the constant interruptions—people coming in asking her if they could be of any help.

She leaned back in the chair, turning around to look out the window at the view of the city at night, which struck her as impressive though alien. She missed San Francisco. The rain wasn't nearly as depressing in San Francisco, or the people quite so measured. For the fiftieth time she closed her eyes, knitting her brow trying to remember the night before.

Late arrival, cab from the airport, check in, bed.

She seemed to remember bumping into someone and saying "excuse me" somewhere in there but that was all.

It had to have been a dream. 

She'd not gone into the bar, nor out for a walk. She'd spoken to no one except the cab driver, the concierge, and the man she'd bumped into on her way into the hotel from the cab. She hadn't even ordered room service though she'd been hungry when she went to bed.

It must have been a dream, Lauren. You couldn't have been with anyone last night. You didn't have time to meet anyone last night.

She'd worn a scarf around it all day and now pulled it off. Running her fingers over her neck she was puzzled, and slightly disappointed, that the skin seemed smooth to her touch. After her strange dream she, somehow, expected to find something--but she wasn't quite sure what. She stood, grabbing her coat and bag from the rack by the door and walked out of the corner office, turning off the light. She noted that the main office was deserted, only a few lights left on here and there. She checked her watch and sighed. It was later than she'd imagined.

She moved down a row of cubicles to the women's loo.

Loo. What a weird word.

The lighting was automatic and she moved to the mirror running her fingers over her neck. Her skin was smooth and pale as it had ever been. She undid a few buttons of her blouse and unhooked her bra. The space above her left nipple was smooth and unblemished as well.

She ran her fingers over the skin, letting the tip of her right middle finger rub the nipple slightly. She admired herself in the mirror, feeling a bit naughty.

What if someone walked in right now? Some late office worker or a janitor...

She smiled, rehooking her bra and buttoning her blouse. She put on her coat and took her lipstick out of her bag, touching it up in the mirror. She blew a small kiss at herself before capping the lipstick, dropping it back into her purse and walking to the door. She pushed it open and he was there, tall and looking down into her eyes.

She froze as he stepped through the door and then she stepped back.

"I was beginning to worry," he said, walking past her into the ladies' room to lean against the counter.

"Who... What are you?"

"Your agenda said you only had to work through four o'clock. I was waiting downstairs for you to come out but then you didn't come." He turned and looked the large mirror. Lauren's scalp tingled at the realization that he cast no reflection there. "I thought you might want to take in a show, but now it's late and all the shows have started. What we're to do now I don't really..."

"I asked a question." She'd found resolution somewhere and that emotion had come out in the question. She was forceful, angry.

He turned, shrugged. "After last night—I would have hoped at least you would remember, Lauren."

She blinked, shaking her head. "Last night?"

"Don't play coy. Even if your conscious mind won't let you remember, your instincts know." He took a step toward her and she backed away. "You see, even now they're telling you to run. But you're not running."

"Why would I run? You're just a man in the ladies' room."

He smiled. "You're not running because you want to remember, Lauren. Don't try to act superior, it doesn't work when you're scared."

"I'm not scared."

He brought his hand up and touched the side of her face. She shuddered. The hand was pale and cool to the touch. "You remember."

She tore her gaze away from his eyes and backed away from him, looking down at the tiles on the floor. "This isn't happening. I'm dreaming this whole thing."

He smiled. "Well," he walked over to the heavy bathroom door and opened it.

Lauren looked out, down the row of cubicles to the open door of the corner office. There was a woman asleep in the chair at her desk, her glasses askew on top of her head. Lauren's eyes widened as the man let the door close.

"Now, you can either take solace in the fact that this is all a dream, Lauren. Or," and he walked up, putting his hands on her shoulders and leaning in to kiss along the line of her jaw, "you can realize that even in your dreams you're not entirely safe from certain things."

A hand moved from her shoulder to the front of her blouse and she felt the popping of the buttons as he undid them. She exhaled gently, not daring to move as she felt his cool fingers moving over her skin and the satin fabric over her bra.

"So you're going to hurt me, then?" She did her best to sound in control of herself.

She felt his lips on her neck curving into a smile. "Only if you want me to."

"I don't understand," she pulled away slightly so that he had to look up and meet her gaze.

"Whatever pleases you," he said. "Fear isn't food for my kind. That let-in fear or terror has a bitter taste." He grabbed her bra and pulled her to him firmly, without being forceful. "Describe a fantasy, Lauren."

"What?"

"The last time you were with a man was seven years ago." She felt his other hand move down to caress her backside through the material of her black slacks. "He was your college boyfriend. Since then you've been working non-stop and only letting yourself free in fantasies." 

The fingers of the hand gathered the material of her skirt up, pulling the hem higher. "You think you can go that long dreaming such dreams, before someone like me comes along?"

"Someone like you?" She sighed, feeling her back pressed against the cold tile wall, his hardness pressing against her, his whispers breathed passionately into her ear.

"Or something." He sucked on her earlobe as the hand on her ass moved lower, underneath her, finding the moist patch in her panties.

She gasped, her eyes widening as she watched his face. She could feel the pressure of his fingers against the fabric, the fabric restraining him from pressing inside her. The anticipation had her ready to scream out in ecstasy and she could see the features of his face becoming more pronounced in a way that made him more beautiful and more horrifying all at once.

"St-Stop..." she muttered.

There was a break in the flow of her frenzy and, as he backed away, she felt something inside her shift. There was a sudden sadness, a loss. She looked at him, the beauty in his face fading, his eyes becoming duller as he cast his gaze away from her to the floor.

"You..." she pulled her skirt down and tried to compose herself. "You actually stopped."

He shrank away from her, as though wounded and not wanting her to see. "I must not go where I am not welcome."

She took a step toward him, holding up a hand but it was too late. The lights in the bathroom seemed to flicker and then...

***

Lauren awoke with a start, feeling the world go sideways and then experiencing for the second time in a day, the sense of hitting the floor in disoriented confusion. She cursed and kicked the office chair aside, putting her stocking feet under her and standing up in the darkened office.

"I didn't mean..." she began to say to herself. But then she stopped, realizing it had and hadn't been a dream. She rushed out of the corner office and down the row of cubicles to the loo. She burst through the door and the lights flickered on for her automatically. "Hello?" She went to the stalls and knocked back door after door until she'd checked them all. "I didn't mean it. I..." But it was no use, she knew she was alone. She could feel it inside of herself.

She collapsed onto the floor, feeling an overwhelming sadness sprout up inside her. She wiped a tear away and sniffled.

"Come back," she whispered to herself, hoping not only she could hear. "Come back tomorrow night, please."

***

Kit sat forlornly looking at the swirling brownish green water of the Thames. The first person to acknowledge him in years and he'd blown it. He was glad the water of the Thames was so murky. He couldn't bear the thought of seeing himself not reflected there.

He sighed and pulled from his pocket the half loaf of stale bread he'd taken from the baker's rubbish bin and tearing off a few bits to toss into the water. A few gulls attacked the breadcrumbs and he watched them, wondering how long it would be before he'd be walking along a city street and some other woman would bump him and apologize, sending elation through him in such a way as Lauren had.

"She was pretty, you know," he said to the gulls floating in the water below, expectant and impatient. "Don't see why she's all alone, woman like that could have any man if she took the time off."

He tore off a bit more bread and tossed it to the birds. "You should have seen that agenda of hers. Nothing fun, not even a mini-break planned for the next three months."

He put the heel of the bread back into his pocket and stood up from the edge of the river walk. "Ah well, C'est la vie." He walked on, looking at the passing faces, expectantly, waiting the way he always waited, for one face to look at him and acknowledge his existence.

***

She rolled onto her side and stared at the glowing blue numbers on the digital clock. Three o'clock.

She tossed the sheets aside and went into the bathroom, turning on the light. She felt disgusted with herself.

The lingerie had cost her £190. It hugged her in all the right places, made her waist look just a touch smaller. She ran her fingers through her hair and fought the impulse to scream at her reflection in the mirror.

Why did you have to say it? Why did you have to tell him to stop!

She went to the waste can under the sink, fishing out the receipt for the outfit. Corset, knickers, black silk stockings. She wondered if they would accept a return after all the tags had been removed.

She tossed the receipt back into the trash and paced. What could she do? How could she find him?

Where the fuck do vampires hang out?

She paused, letting the idea come to her. She shook her head at it but then sighed and went out, grabbing her overcoat and throwing it on, buttoning it carefully all the way down the front so that no one would see.

She was out the door and down the hall, pressing the button for the elevator.

***

He paced, looking at the electric sign of the Ritz, mocking him. He'd gone away and come back three times, each time fighting the impulse to go inside.

She said "no," that means you leave her alone and you don't come back.

Even this late Piccadilly wasn't devoid of traffic. A few cars raced by and one or two lorries were already making deliveries.

She's already asleep, you know. Probably having a wonderful dream about shagging on a beach in Mexico.

He took a step off the curb and then turned around and stepped back up onto the curb.

Why am I doing this? I look like an idiot.

He looked back up at the doorway just in time to see it open. She came out onto the sidewalk, looking left and right, her hair billowing slightly in a soft breeze. She looked across the street and he looked back. Suddenly all of London seemed to go quiet. 

"Hello," he said.

She looked both ways and crossed the street, stopping a pace from him.

"I waited," she said. "I was hoping you'd..." she stopped, and then took a step toward him. "Tell me about the first night," she said.

"You were headed inside. You'd paid the driver of the hansom and turned without looking."

"I bumped into you."

"You apologized, smiled at me, said you'd been on a plane for twelve hours."

"And then?"

"You went upstairs and fell asleep and I came to you."

"You just came?"

His hand had undone the front of her coat and he felt the laces of her corset under his fingers. "Is this for me?"

She leaned in, nuzzling his collar. He smelled faintly of licorice. "You smell different than that first night."

"You don't remember what happened, but you remember how I smelled?"

"Pumpkin pie," she said. "And yesterday in the bathroom you smelled like vanilla and fresh cut apples."

He closed his eyes, feeling her hand on his shoulder while another one ran over his abdomen. "You smell what you want to smell," he said.

"And see who I want to see?"

He nodded, looking down at her, his eyes shifting from dark blue to a luminous green, his cheekbones becoming a bit more pronounced as she felt his hand slide down to slip inside the elastic of her panties.

"Right here?" he asked, smiling. "Is that what you want?"

She felt his fingers slip inside her and she gasped, putting her arms up around his neck and lifting herself slightly. "Yes."

He bent his lips to the top of her breast, kissing gently as his fingers manipulated the flesh of her sex. A nipple had wriggled itself free to be seen in the glow of the electric streetlamp. He smiled at it as he sank his teeth into it, hearing her soft shuddering moans and feeling her warmth against his fingers.

When it was done, she let him hold her there, not caring if there were people around to see. She smiled up at him, kissing his flushed warm cheeks. "Want to come up?"


Kit & Kaboodle



For reasons I shall not elaborate, I discovered that a certain woman, with whom I had had intimate discussions on the net, was also someone that I knew socially. After a brief period of mutual embarrassment, we both succumbed to the temptation to meet

She invited me to her apartment on a sunny Tuesday afternoon. When I rang the doorbell, she greeted me at the door wearing a terrycloth robe. Without saying much, she directed me to her living room, handed me a rather potent rum and coke, and seated herself upon an overstuffed chair. I sat opposite her and began sipping my drink, as my eyes became accustomed to the darkened room. It had light coming from a single window, which shone brightly upon her knees. I noticed a mostly-empty glass on the table next to her -- evidently she had not waited for me, and had consumed most of her drink herself. Not many words had passed between us, and I had taken several long, satisfying pulls on my drink, when I noticed that her hand had crept discreetly down into her robe, and was wandering about her crotch. 

I looked up and met her eyes, and she smiled with satisfaction, knowing where my eyes had been. Then, in one fluid motion, she shifted her hips forward, parting the lower half of her robe, and placing her lower body directly in the stream of sunlight. Her pussy was framed in a luxurious growth of black hair, and it seemed that she had been actually quite busy before I had arrived, because her pussy lips were swollen and glistening with nectar. 

She was slowly, and deliberately massaging around her clit. I met her eyes again, and I could see my intense interest reflected in them. I pulled my chair up closer to get a better look. Her eyes had a slightly glazed look from her mounting pleasure, but she was also concentrating on watching my reaction -- she was clearly holding herself back from a complete surrender to the sensation of her active fingers. 

"That looks nice, " I said. She said nothing, but continued to smile, her mouth hanging open a little. With her free hand, she reached over and picked up her drink, polishing it off with one long gulp. I decided to get into the spirit of the occasion; I slowly stood up, undid my trousers, and let them drop to the floor. 

Standing about three feet away from her, I seized my cock in one hand and stroked it slowly. The appreciation on her face was clearly discernible, and the motion of her hand increased, ever so slightly. My eyes moved between her engorged pussy, and her eyes, which were in turn alternately checking out my face and my cock. She was fighting to keep in control. I reached down and finished off my drink, without interrupting the rhythm of my other hand. I was starting to feel deliciously tipsy. 

Kit (for that was her name) pulled aside her robe at the top, exposing a lovely breast with a very erect nipple. She dipped her fingers generously into her wet, wet cunt, and brought them up to coat her nipple in the juice. The invitation in her eyes was impossible to resist -- I dropped to my knees and moved in close enough to take her nipple in my mouth, savoring the nectar. She gasped, and I brought my face up to look into her eyes, which were now considerable less focused. She continued to smile, still fighting to stay in control, as she brought her hand up once again to coat the other nipple. 

As I moved to suck it with growing urgency, she moaned, pulled away, and pushed me backwards onto the thick plush carpet. Very deliberately, she straddled my face, and, keeping her pussy tantalizingly out of reach of my mouth, resumed stroking it. She was trembling; I could tell that she was very near her climax. Dipping her fingers far inside, she reached down to allow me to suck the juice off of them, replacing them on her pussy with her other hand, without missing a beat. 

She was massaging herself very slowly, trying to delay the inevitable, and switching her hands to allow me to lap the juice with something like desperation. Finally, she swung gracefully around, allowing me to bury my face in her cunt, while engulfing my cock in her wonderful mouth. Her self-control was magnificent, because even though she began cumming immediately, in a glorious flow of juice all over my insatiable lips and tongue, she nonetheless applied herself relentlessly to my cock, bringing me to orgasm as well, before her own had come to a shuddering conclusion. 

We lay there for a moment, savoring the tastes, and then she rolled lazily off of me. At that moment, we heard the door open, and the overhead light went on, revealing to us a young lady at the door, who was blushing very deeply -- because the light was also revealing us to her. 

"I'm sorry, " she stammered, "I didn't think anyone would be home right now. "

"What do you mean, you live here!" replied Kit. "This is Becky, my roommate, " she said to me, adding mischievously, "... she hasn't seen a naked man in a long, long time. "

Actually, I was only naked from the waist down. Kit had somehow managed to regain her robe. Impulsively, I stripped off my shirt. Becky blushed again, but did not avert her eyes. She said, defensively, "It hasn't been that long. " Becky continued to look at me. She was a bit plain in the face, but voluptuous, and wearing a provocatively short skirt. 

Kit, still mischievous, said to Becky, "Becky, what do you think of this?" Whereupon she sort of slithered over to me and took my cock once again into her mouth. I closed my eyes, and smiled blissfully, feeling her expert ministrations bring me back to full erection. I opened my eyes, and saw Becky staring intensely. Kit paused, and said to Becky, "Would you like a taste?"

Becky blushed a third time, deeper than before, but came toward me, crouched on the floor beside me, and began to suck me with genuine hunger. I was transported. I was dimly aware of Kit, who had leaned back against the chair, allowed her robe to fall open, and was once again, slowly and deliberately, playing with her pussy. Becky was sucking my cock like mad, and sort of bucking her hips, causing her skirt to hike up. Then I realized that this was not an involuntary motion -- she had succeeded in exposing her crotch. She wore no panties. She bent one leg, in such a manner that I knew, that she knew, that I had a splendid view of her cunt. 

She had fine and wispy light brown pubic hair, that framed her pussy and continued down the inside of her thighs. Her cunt was fully aroused, and there was a glistening line down the middle where her lips parted, where the juice was threatening to spill out onto the carpet. I looked at Kit, whose eyes were fixed on Becky's bobbing head and my throbbing cock. I motioned her to come closer, which she did, with a distracted look on her face, and without interrupting her increasingly busy fingers. Then she took note of the feast that Becky was displaying. 

I smiled at her, stretched out my hand, and trailed my finger along Becky's slit, after which I offered it to Kit's lips. She looked a little shocked and hesitant, but her fingers continued working her clit, and after a moment she opened her mouth to taste Becky's juice. The surrender to what was apparently a sort of forbidden fruit, sent Kit over the top -- she came with a shudder, while sucking my finger with abandon. 

Then, Kit seemed to compose herself for a moment. She called out to Becky with an urgent tone, "Sit on his face! He loves it!" Becky paused obediently, hoisted up her skirt, and moved into position. Her cunt tasted like paradise. Although I could not see Kit, I could feel her sucking my cock again, with greater relish than before, and then I felt her lower her cunt on to my cock, and begin to slowly, deliberately fuck me. I felt that I could come again at any moment. 

Then, her motion slowed, and I felt Becky stiffen; her voluptuous riding of my mouth came to a stop. I looked up at Becky, and saw that Kit's hands had snaked around and were coyly cupping Becky's breasts; Becky was clearly uncertain about this development. But Kit, undeterred, nimbly undid the buttons of Becky's blouse, and began to toy with her nipples. Becky shuddered and let out a low moan. She began to rub her pussy sensuously against my mouth, with increasing intensity, to the point where she started to cum, over and over, as I lapped and sucked greedily at her cunt. I was lost in the pleasure of devouring her flowing cunt, when suddenly I was cumming myself, as Kit rode my cock with abandon. 

We were all sort of dazed for a few minutes, and then Kit suggested we go out for a drink. Becky and I felt amiable, and we dressed; Becky buttoned up her blouse again, I put on my jeans and T-shirt, and Kit put on a light summer dress that nicely set off her curly black hair (on her head, as well); I noted that she, like Becky, did not choose to wear undergarments. The three of us sort of staggered out into the heat of the Texas afternoon. 

We set off down the street without talking much; Kit seemed to know where she was going. After a few blocks, she smiled mischievously, and ducked into a boarded up doorway. She sort of propped her back against the door, and began slowly bunching up the hem of her dress, until it was gathered around her waist, and her pussy was exposed. 

With a wicked smile, she took her other hand and began slowly and tantalizingly rubbing her vulva in a circular motion, saying, "I'm just keeping it warm. " She had positioned herself so that there was an excellent view, for the benefit of myself, and Becky as well (and perhaps some apartment dwellers across the street). I saw Becky staring intently at Kit's rubbing; Becky met my eyes, and true to form, blushed deeply. I was hard as a rock again. 

Becky reached over, placing her hand on my cock, and sort of whimpered, "Can't we just go back home?" But with another wicked smile, Kit replied, "There'll be plenty of time for that. " Then she dropped her hemline, and proceeded down the street again. I kept pace with some difficulty, my pants being uncomfortably tight. 

Before too long, Kit led us into a pub that seemed pretty much deserted, and refreshingly cool inside. We went back to a small room with just one booth, a table and a benches along the wall. A waitress came in, introduced herself as Alejandra, and took our drink orders; she was very friendly, and attractive, if a little slutty looking; she was dressed in a short wrap-around skirt and kind of a frilly tube top. 

Kit asked, ambiguously, "Do you have anything nice to nibble on after we have our drinks?" Alejandra replied, equally ambiguously, "But of course. "

Kit and Becky were seated opposite me. As soon as Alejandra left the room, Kit brought her knees up to her chest, once again exposing her cunt, and began stroking it with a grin. Becky, who was so aroused that her inhibitions were long gone, did the same. I sat back to enjoy the view, at which moment Alejandra walked in with our drinks. 

She stopped and cooly appraised what was going one; Kit, with complete audacity, reached over and put her hand on Becky's cunt, and Becky, transported by lust, grunted and arched her back, lifting her crotch to meet Kit's fingers. 

Alejandra, coming to a quick decision, put the drinks on the table, and then walked to the door, closing, and latching it. As she watched Kit go to work on Becky, she slowly unwrapped her skirt, revealing a pair of lacy bikini panties, and turned to me, saying, "You don't look too busy. " She walked toward me, and hitched her fingers in the sides of her panties, drawing them up and causing her cunt lips to bulge out around the crotch of the panties. She worked the panties slowly up and down; they were sopping wet in no time at all. 

I stared, fascinated, and my cock threatened, once again, to burst the seams of my jeans. It was very uncomfortable. I stood up to unzip, but Alejandra beat me to the punch, dropping to her knees and helping me out of my trousers, while simultaneously taking my cock fully in her mouth. 

It was the third exquisite mouth I had felt in as many hours, and I swear that if I had not already cum twice, I would have cum again in seconds. The pleasure was intense. After catching my breath, I looked over at Kit and Becky, who were now visible again. Kit was kneeling, cupping Becky's buttocks in her hands, and eating her pussy very slowly and thoroughly; Becky had her blouse open, and was alternately lightly pinching her own nipples, and tickling them with the palms of her hands. Her eyes were almost shut, and I didn't think she could see me, until a weak smile came over her face and she looked me in the eye, sort of stammering, "this is really, really good. "

Hearing her, Alejandra interrupting her blowjob, and hoisted herself up on the table. She stripped off her wet panties and gave me a breathtaking view of her gorgeous cunt. I sat on the bench, she draped her legs over my shoulders, and I began to eat to my heart's content. 

Before long, I could hear both Becky and Alejandra begin noisily cumming, and I was rewarded by a tidal wave of juice from Alejandra's delicious box. She seized my shoulders and pushed me upright, and then straddled my lap, lowering her cunt onto my cock. The bench being a bit narrow, we had difficulty moving together, and Alejandra paused to push her tube top down, taking one hand to thrust one of her breasts into my mouth. 

After a minute she pulled it away, and offered we the other nipple. As I sucked it, she began to utter little cries, and I knew she was going to cum again. I could feel her cunt muscles rhythmically contracting around my cock, but there was not room to move properly. She cried out in full orgasm, and then I put my hands under her ass and stood up, moving away from the bench. 

Over her shoulder I could see Kit and Becky; they had found a rug on the floor and assumed the 69 position, with Kit on top. I could see that Becky had her hands on Kit's buttocks, straining to push as much of Kit's cunt into her mouth as she could. She was moaning and sucking for all she was worth, and Kit was matching her efforts. 

Alejandra, meanwhile, had braced her legs by wrapping them around the backs of my knees, and was slowly and firmly rubbing her clit and vulva up and down along the length of my cock, while whispering little dirty endearments in my ear. I guided her progress up and down, firmly gripping her ass, and dropped my head down to her nipple again, at which point she began talking more rapidly and in Spanish, until soon we were both cumming, and laughing with pleasure. 

After pausing for a moment, I lifted Alejandra off my cock, and put her on the floor. Then I became aware of Becky, who approached me and kissed me passionately. I could taste the familiar taste of Kit's pussy all over her lips and tongue; I found this arousing, and to my surprise, I felt a stirring in my loins. 

Becky rubbed up against me, and from the urgency of her kiss, it was apparent that she had no intention of being the only one of my new-found friends, that did not have my cock inside her that Tuesday afternoon. 

Breaking away, she pushed me over on to the bench, and stood before me. For the first time, I saw her fully naked; most would consider her on the plump side, but as far as I was concerned, she just had plenty of what I liked: full, round breasts, ample thighs, and fat pussy lips, which she was now stroking with her finger, watching my reaction. She took one of her breasts, and with a smile, lifted the nipple to her own mouth. 

At that moment, we heard a voice outside, saying, "Alejandra, there is no one here -- can I take a break?" Alejandra walked to the door and said, authoritatively, "Wait about 15 minutes while I finish cleaning up in here. " She then walked over to the table, selected one of the drinks (which had gone untouched), downed it in one long swallow, and then seated herself next to me, placing her hand (cool from holding the drink) on my awakening cock. 

Becky, who had been momentarily startled, began stroking and sucking herself again, while Kit materialized at her side, and began sucking Becky's other nipple, taking care not to block my view of Becky's cunt -- Kit knew what I like. Becky was thinking to tantalize me, as she had seen Kit do, but the effect of her fingers, and two sets of lips, was causing her to lose control very fast, and she was careening toward orgasm. 

Alejandra could see this, and it was affecting her as well -- she leaned over and began sucking me again. I was fully erect. Then Alejandra looked up at Becky, who was quaking with a tumultuous orgasm, and whispered in my ear: "Fuck her now. " 

But watching Becky's fingers play upon her pussy, I could only think of one thing, which was that of all the cunts I had tasted in the past hours, Becky's was the sweetest, the most succulent, the most suckable. I moved toward Becky on my knees and pleaded, "Please, let me suck it just a little bit more. "

Becky mutely directed me to the rug, where I lay down, and she once again straddled my face; she seemed to taste even better than before. I sucked her as if there were no tomorrow. Someone, I don't know which, was sucking my cock again, and then Becky was coming loudly. She lifted herself up, moved back, and then mounted my cock. I could see Kit all over her, fondling and sucking her breasts, and then Alejandra was kissing me, and I was cumming for the fourth time.



Kit and Kat Do Lunch at the Y



Kit and Kat do Lunch at the Y: My Latest Real Life Escapade

First off let me say that this is a real true-life escapade of mine, not a made up story, this happened in the beginning of November of this year.

I have been Bi since I was 13. Hell, I actually lost my cherry to a girl, not a guy, but then, that is a whole different story, one that I might tell if the members persuade me to. Now I am happily married and still very much an active Bi-Fem, I am at my happiest when there is not only a male love in my life, but a female one as well. Of course hubby has no problem sharing me, he always reaps the rewards of my escapades, even if he isn't directly involved in some of them. 

I met this woman, Kit through a personal ad posting I had. We chatted online and exchanged pics and stories through e-mail and decided to meet in person a week later. Kit is a real looker. She has long strawberry blonde hair, and gorgeous blue-green eyes. Perky b-tits, the kind that just stand up all by themselves and beg for me to run my tongue ring over and under them, to suck and nibble them. 

Thursday I did just that and a lot more to Kit while trying not to get arrested at the same time. She was on her lunch break from work, and I had only one hour, and I intended to make every second count. We were in a van, a mini van, with way too many windows! We parked in a restaurant parking lot, but somehow we never made it inside. We decided that eating lunch and dessert at the Y was much more appealing. 

So here we are, two smokin' chicks in the back seat of this mini van, talk about your space issues, but we managed. 

I leaned over on top of Kit and began kissing her ever so gently, rolling my tongue ring against her tongue and with every second the kiss lasted her mouth got hotter and wetter. After all, this was a total fantasy come true for her, nothing she had ever allowed herself to do before, only to lust about. I kissed my way down her neck and started to massage her tits through her shirt. They immediately stood at full attention. I could feel and see her long hard nipples peaking through the thin material of her tank top. I took one nipple in between my fingers and gave it a little pinch and a little twist, at which she let out a little sigh of excitement.

Finally I peeled her tank top down and put my tongue to work sucking and licking both of her nipples and teasing them to their fullest potential. As I was sucking her nipples I ran my hand down the length of her body and slid it up to her crotch. She was already starting to moan with delight. And she had soaked through her lace g-string and her black work pants. 

I started running my strong fingers up and down the outside of her pants, massaging her clit and cunt with my fingers. She moaned and started begging me to eat her pussy right then, she couldn't wait a moment longer. 

So here Kit is naked in the back of a mini van with my head just absolutely buried in her cunt. People are walking by coming to and from their cars to the restaurant. All the while Kit is moaning in ecstasy as I put my tongue ring to work teasing her. I ran the ball of my tongue ring ever so lightly over the slit of her soaking wet pussy. And she threw her head back and moaned, "give it to me, now, I need to feel your hot wet tongue on my pussy, NOW." 

But I teased even more, this time I ran my tongue very gently around her clit and then I stuck it just up under the hood of her clit. This of course drove her mad! And she started bucking and trying to grind her pussy against my face. She not only wanted it, but she needed it bad. 

Finally I gave in to her begging and when I did I sunk my hot tongue right inside her soft shaved pussy lips and began fucking it with my tongue. Kit was whimpering and grapping the top of my hair, telling me not to stop. 

She was so wet, my tongue was just covered in her juices and it was driving me crazy, she was so excited at this point that she had me all wet and hot too. She kept moaning and thrusting her gorgeous hips against me, that's when I decided it, was time. She wasn't gonna last more than 5 more minutes at this rate. I decided to take her over the edge, I looked up at her and she was biting her bottom lip as it quivered in sheer pleasure. I reached down, my eyes never leaving hers and shoved my finger into her wet cunt. 

She gasped with excitement she couldn't even look at me then, down there between her legs with my tongue and my fingers working furiously. She new if she opened her eyes and looked she would cum in an instant. She got more and more hot and I shoved two more fingers deep inside her body along with my tongue and I fucked her deep, fast and hard with three fingers and my tongue until she was just about to explode. Then I pulled my fingers out and reached up and stuck them in her mouth. She responded by sucking at them furiously. I then used only my tongue to bring her to full orgasm, and as she started to scream and arch her back I positioned my tongue deep up inside her pussy and began to suck outward with all my might. I felt every hot bit of juicy cum hit my tongue swallowing it all down so as not to lose a single drop. I continued to lick her clit and play with her until she was so sensitive that she couldn't take it any more. 

That's when she grabbed me by the shoulder of my shirt and pulled me up between her dripping legs and hard tits to her mouth. And started kissing me deep and long. She wanted to taste her own cum off my mouth. She even licked herself off my chin. 

I guess that was when she decided it was my turn because she stopped kissing me and forcefully pushed me backwards against the other side window of the van. She was out to taste my pussy that was all she wanted. She had tasted it before and hadn't gotten enough. She pulled off my pants and my white g-string and went right to work rubbing me and then sucking my clit and running her hot tongue in and out of my body. 

She does this cool little trick to me where she puts two fingers inside my cunt and fucks it in and out while she uses her tongue under them to catch all my juices. Then to top it all off she takes her thumb and uses it to masturbate my clit at the same time. At this point I was the one who didn't want her to stop and I was moaning in shear delight. I grabbed her head and drew her further inside my body wanting to get her as close to me as possible. I reached down and started teasing her tits again, pinching, and rolling and pulling and squeezing. That was it, one feel of those gorgeous tits on top of all that she was accomplishing between my legs and I was ready to cum. And cum I did, my juice spurted out like a fountain, all over her nose and tongue and chin, I was like a waterfall. She was moaning again herself from the sheer pleasure of knowing that she had made me cum so hard. 

And I gave her no chance at recovery I threw her back against the seat and started eating out her gorgeous wet pussy all over again, only this time with an even greater intensity because I was so revved up from cumming all over her face. 

She didn't last even two minutes and in those two minutes she came on my tongue and my fingers at least three times. At the very end of it I kind of got down in the floor of the van so that I could get a better angle to fuck her. I pushed my arms and head down against the seat to brace them against her ever-bucking hips and she rode my face to the point of exhaustion. I fucked her so hard that when the last of her multiple little cums came; when the big one actually hit; she screamed so loud that if anyone had been walking by the van to their car they definitely would have heard it and zeroed right in on us to see what the fuss was about. 

She actually got light-headed with the last big one, and that was my awesome way of sending her back to work. 

Cum drenched cunt, face and fingers smelling of my pussy juice, panties and slacks soaked through; she went back to work. With an awesome smile and an inability to concentrate on anything else but me, her and what had taken place in that van. 

Now, you would think that this is the end of the story, and for most normal people it might have been, but for me...NEVER! What I hadn't told you until now is that all the while that Kit and I were going at each other we had been taking little 15 second video clips and still pictures with my camera phone and sending them to my hubby's phone at work. (Again this is where he reaps the benefits even when not directly involved.) He was getting so horny at work and he was so excited to show of his awesome wife and all that I could get up to in a day, that he was showing the guy he worked with some of the pictures as they got e-mailed to his phone. 

When I finally sent him the last video of Kit's huge cum, he could take no more. He dropped his tool belt where he stood and headed for his truck. He intended to surprise me and be home when I got there from my lunchtime tryst. And surprised I was when I drove up to the garage and opened the door to find him waiting there for me.

He immediately started kissing me and licking my face and chin; he didn't want to waste tasting one single drop of Kit's cum either. He got me so hot licking another woman's cum from his wife's face, I mean just the sheer thought of it alone, what a turn on. 

I pulled away and told him to drop his jeans and hop up on his workbench. Which he did with no complaints. When I opened his briefs to unleash his throbbing cock, it kind of sprung right out at me and hit me in the chin. I began running my tongue ring gently over the slit of his cock, and sliding my tongue down the side of his shaft. I could feel his cock growing and throbbing in my hand. I went down and licked and sucked and nibbled at his beautifully shaven balls. And then I quickly sucked the entire length of his huge dripping cock into my mouth and sucked it for all I was worth. When he couldn't take it any more he pulled me up to him and began kissing me deeply. 

The next thing I knew I was bent over a sawhorse in a garage getting the hell fucked out of my sopping wet pussy by his huge cock. When we both came simultaneously it was completely explosive. 

We went about our day and then that evening while lying in bed we began talking about the days adventures and recapping them in our minds. Of course that was all it took and we were off to the races again! He ate me raw for two hours, and we fucked for another hour non-stop. My lunchtime tryst had turned into a non-stop day of sex, sex and more sex. 

As for Hubby's and my adventures with Kit, well, she is supposed to be "cumming" over for dinner soon. And I can only bet that when all three of us get in on the act there'll be plenty more stories to be told! 

So watch and wait and I'll bring you our next true-life adventure soon! 



Kit: In The Beginning Ch. 01



I hope you all like my Idea, if you don't, well, I'm just a beginner, but I'll take all your Criticism and Idea's. Thank you all for your wonderful story's' and giving me an audience to release my Idea. There also isn't any sex in this Chapter, but maybe in the next. ;3

Sincerely,

Silent Wolf.

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Earth,Time of Eden,

City Of Gods, before written history in the time known as Eden, that's when I first came to Earth, the world personally made by all of the kings of Heaven.

I looked up at the sky; rain harder than hail was coming down. What a bad sign for my first day here, I thought to myself, as my fur was quickly soaked from head to toe just from standing here. I shook myself a little, trying to keep the water off me, and my sister that I had in my arms.

I looked down at her, my younger sister, her breathing hard from the sudden jump to this world, and her eyes closed still from the sleep she was in when I brought her. She was so cute, just a small fluff ball and my one and only sibling. "Don't worry.....we'll be out of this rain soon," I said to her sleeping face, gently brushing some of the hair away from her closed eyes.

I looked up from her, and around the clearing I had been transported to, only a small walk from the massive walls of the city. The whole area was surrounded by high trees, small brush and bushes, and a small old camp fire pit with tracks heading away from it and old burnt out logs still inside it. I shook my head at the pit, no way would I get any warmth from that, I thought to myself, starting to slowly move towards the tracks left in the mud and ground that was heading towards the massive walls of the city.

As I walked, and followed the tracks that led to a small old hunters' path, I looked at the woods around me. I saw lots of my fathers' creatures rushing around, trying to find shelter from the rain. It was kinda a funny sight to watch, so I did, letting the rain hit me while I looked at them.

A Squirrel as it scurried quickly up into the trees, acorns and food from the city in its tiny paws, birds as they took refuge in their nests in the canopy's, and deer and other larger animals as they rushed around underneath the trees, trying to avoid me and the rain.

I slowly looked back at the path I was following; it was curving towards the massive walls a little, heading towards another, much larger path. I sniffed lightly as I looked around, God...I didn't know water would mess with my sense of smell, I thought quickly, looking around me, the rain and darkness making it hard to see.

That's when I had to quickly look up, the wall suddenly looming over me like some menacing and intimidating beast. "We'll be safe in there," I said to my sister, who only sighed and rolled in my arms, still in her sleep.

I looked at the path again to see that it split into two; one going right, and one going left. I looked to the right only to see more woods and brush, but when I slowly looked to the left, I could see the shape of a building. I quickly started heading towards the shape, finally able to see it well when I was up close.

It was a medium sized wooden building, with the simple words, "Outskirts Tavern," written on a sign that was wobbling and waving in the wind of the storm over the door. I started to rush at the building, wanting to get out of this rain quickly, and to finally get a chance to rest since the change to this world.

As I got close to the front of the building, I noticed the first Human I had ever seen, other than my views from Heaven. He was a simple man, standing no taller than 5'11" covered in full blown Plate and Mail armor, which seemed to be gleaming in the rain and lightning as it flashed in the distance. He stood next to the door, his hand on the hilt of his sword, obviously watching for trouble makers, or crazy animals, at least that's what I thought.

As I rushed up to the door to get out of the rain, his metal helmet covered head slowly followed me, meaning he was obviously watching me. He finally moved once I started reaching for the door handle, putting his whole self in front of me in such speed that I had to jump back. "I want to know where your clothes are Fur. Same with that girl there," he said, quickly pointing at me, and then quickly to my sister.

I bit my lip at this, Crap, I forgot that clothes are something Humans really care about. I gave a quick look back at the woods, weighing my options before I looked back at him. I looked him straight in the little slit in his helmet where his eyes should be. "I...W-we were camping out in the w-woods, and t-the rain, and t-the wind! W-we lost o-our tent, s-so we c-came here-"

He held up a hand quickly, nodding a little. 'Yeah, yeah...I've heard that before, but.." he paused for a second, rubbing the chin area of his helmet. "I'm in a good mood today...and since I haven't seen either of you two before, and you both seem so young...I'll let you in." He moved out of the way slowly, still eyeing me with those eyes I couldn't see. "Any trouble from you, and you'll be back in those woods, got it?" I quickly nodded, slowly putting my paw on the handle of the door, glancing back at the man, who was looking at the woods again now, not concerned with me anymore.

I slowly looked through the door, and quickly caught the smell of cooking meat and fire, the smell of ale and beer, and of the sweat of some of the visitors. I took in the whole room as I opened the door fully, it was just simply a small bar, with a waitress behind it, and at least 10 or 12 tables scattered throughout the room, with four chairs each. There were two men at the bar, both laughing and drinking ale or beer, the two obviously being drunk already. Then there was the table in the corner, with more men, looking exactly like the guard outside, except with their helmets off. I looked at them for a moment before heading towards the bar, my sister sniffing the air around the room in her sleep, so cute.

"U-Umm... Ma'am? I was w-wondering if I could g-get a room for t-two...?" I said to the waitress behind the bar, who slowly looked up and blinked, obviously concerned about the two Fur kids, drenched and naked.

"J-Jeez...We rarely see your kind here..." she said, quickly glancing at my Sister with a worried expression. The two men at the bar were looking at the both of us now, one muttering something to the other. "H-hrm....Well... I guess you do need a room, and from the looks of it, your broke." she said, ducking down under the bar, only to come up a second later with a pair of keys for one of the rooms, a frown on her face as she held them out.

I smiled and quickly took them from her hand, the cold metal making my wet fur tingle. "T-Thank you!" I said quickly, which she just shrugged and nodded.

"Welcome, come down if you need anything," she quickly went back down under the bar, only to come up this time with a mug and a small rag. "Rooms are up those stairs there," she said, before pointing at a small set of stairs. "Your room is 3, don't forget now."

I nodded, smiling as I quickly started to go around the two men at the bar, who snickered a little before muttering something to each other. I looked back at the both of them, they were obviously the lowest class citizens around here, so I shrugged at the thought that they were trying to insult me, or my sister. As I started up the stairs, I noticed I had also gotten the attention of the men in the corner, who all eyed me suspiciously, a few of them whispering something to each other.

I looked at them all; it seemed the biggest one with a large crest on his shoulder was the leader. I eyed the crest, before he spoke up. "See something interesting Fur...? I bet you do, well to bad, you'd never make it as a Knight of the Gods." They quickly all laughed at this, clanking their mugs together before drinking from them.

I eyed him for a second, then shrugged them off to, quickly heading up the rest of the stairs, which lead me to a large hallway, with at least nine rooms on each side of the hall way stretching down to a little window. I looked around slowly, seeing what was around as I moved down the hallway, paying real close attention to the room numbers. "1...2...3!" I said to myself, as I counted down the rooms to ours. "Finally Sis, we'll have some place warm to sleep instead of in the cold rain," I said to my sister, who mumbled something and rubbed her face gently into my chest.

I quickly unlocked the door, smiling to myself a little as I opened it, the room lightly furnished with all the standard needs of any person. There was a bed, with a red cover over it, the back board against the window, two nightstands on each side of the bed; only one having a small lamp. There was a large dresser in the corner near the closet, and a few paintings on the wall, which showed pictures of faith and of nobility.

I smiled at this, First day here, and I'm already staying somewhere nice, I thought to myself, quickly putting my sister down on the bed. She quickly wrapped herself in the red cover, snuggling into one of the pillows as she sighed cutely.

"Sweet dreams sis..." I said, quickly crawling on the other side of the bed and wrapping myself in the cover as well. Soft...I thought, laying my head down on the other pillow, my back now turned to her. Just to think, I was literately in heaven yesterday, now I'm here, I quickly thought, closing my eyes as my mind went over all the events of yesterday.

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Heaven, the day before,

I yawned loudly as a loud thumping noise came from the door to my room, indicating my fathers' wake up call. "Kit! Kit get up now! It's time for your lesson!" he yelled on the other side of the door.

"All right Dad, all right, I'll be down in a second," I said, slowly sitting up and rubbing my eyes, still drowsy from my peaceful sleep.

"Better be Kit, I need you to take over my place as a God, remember that!" I heard him yell, before I could hear his heavy footsteps heading down the hall to the stairs, and then quickly down the stairs.

I grumbled lightly, slowly standing up from the bed, wobbling for a second before balancing myself on one of the bed posts. Agh, but I don't want your life Dad, I thought to myself as I headed to the mirror. I stopped in front of it to quickly examine myself, slowly moving my paws across my gray and silver fur, trying to straighten it out.

I am what humans call, a Fur, a creation my father had made out of part of himself. My mother had been the first Fur in existence, leaving me at the age of at least 500 years. Furs can be any animal really, from the faithful Dog, to a Cat, we can be any of them, and my father had made me be born as a Fox, a silver and grey fox with markings and symbols in black fur on different parts of my body. My height was a simple 5'2" and it was marked by a mark in the mirror yearly. I was pretty young in the terms of people here in Heaven, which most of were at least around 10,000, my father being even older. I sighed a little as I looked at the rest of my body; bright red eyes, a long bushy tail with a black tip, black tips on my ears matching my black paws and foot paws, and no genitals. No one in Heaven is given sexual organs, only time you could ever get those is on Earth, or if you were a God like my father.

His real name is Anima, but I call my Dad "Annie" for fun. My name, as you had heard him say, was Kit, plain and simple. I took one last look at the reflection, before sighing again as I looked at my teeth. "Agh... they're turning yellow," I said to myself, and in fact, they were. I guess nothing can be perfect in paradise. I fiddled with my teeth and fur again, before quickly turning away from the mirror, satisfied with my look.

I headed towards the door slowly, taking a small intake of breath as I put my paw on the handle. "Time to deal with all the teachings of Annie again..."

To be continued...

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I hope you liked it, and sorry for not describing the Sister, or his father, I thought that since neither were really looked at, or seen by Kit (The Sister was only quick glances), then neither was needed to be described, but they will be in the next Chapter. Feel free to leave comments and suggestions. I hope you liked it for my first time writing my creative piece to the public!

Sincerely, 

Silent Wolf.



Kit is Auctioned as a Slave



The main character in this story, Kit, appeared briefly in "Irina is sent to school" where he was trained as a slave. This said, the story is intended to be read on a stand-alone basis.

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Grigoriy Kalitinov's business had failed and he owed an awful lot of money. The real problem was that this was not owed to banks but to his 'business partner' who was very keen on being repaid. Yegor Lavretsky was not a man to be refused. In the good times Lavretsky was quite charming, but at others could be truly frightening. The pressure was intolerable, with Lavretsky's threats getting ever worse. One evening Lavretsky invited Grigoriy to a 'final' meeting when he said he had run out of patience. Under enormous pressure Grigoriy mentioned his eighteen year old son, who could perhaps do some work for Lavretsky in lieu of the debt. This seemed to interest Lavretsky and he asked to meet the boy. Grigoriy explained the situation to his son, Kit, pleading with him to cooperate. Kit knew he had no real choice, particularly in view of the threats Lavretsky had made against his younger sister, Zoya. Anyway life with Yegor Lavretsky on your back was nothing short of hellish. He had already thrown them out of their house and taken all their personal possessions. They were now cold, hungry and scared.

A meeting was organised for the next day. Lavretsky arrived at the family's squalid single room in evident good humour, greeting Grigoriy as an old friend. Even so he was seriously intimidating. Grigoriy introduced his son as agreed, but Lavretsky seemed more interested in Kit's mother. He explained that he was prepared to take their labour in lieu of the repayment of the loan but had not decided on exactly what they would do for him. 

To 'help him make up his mind' he insisted that they both take their clothes off. Neither dared refuse. Grigoriy's ineffective protest was quickly silenced by a brutal punch. Kit had never seen his mother naked before and could just feel her humiliation as they stood, hands behind their backs, waiting for Lavretsky's instructions. He began by asking them questions about their sex lives and their attitude to the sex industry. He was evidently enjoying himself and ordered Kit to put his hands behind his head and spread his legs. He stroked the boy's bottom, saying anal sex was now very fashionable with the arty crowd in Moscow and Kit really ought to try it. Kit flinched as he felt Lavretsky's cold hands carefully examine his penis, stroking it until it was fully erect. Kit had never let anyone touch him, but now his fear but much greater than even his acute embarrassment. Lavretsky stepped back and after some thought said that if Kit was able to forget his 'silly inhibitions' people would pay handsomely for his company.

Lavretsky then turned to Kit's mother and squeezed her tits, saying with effort he was sure she could still please a man. She would never be able to compete with the younger girls but if she catered for the more unusual tastes there were still clients out there. Scared, neither Kit nor his mother resisted this humiliation.

Lavretsky then suddenly grabbed Kit's mother by her hair, forced her to her knees and told her to show her son how 'a real slut gives a blowjob' and taunted her that 'she would soon be doing it dozens of times every evening'. When Kit felt her lips around his penis, he finally broke. He couldn't stand it. His mother was far too old to start life as a prostitute. It would kill her. Kit knelt before Lavretsky and pleaded to be allowed to work off the debt. He admitted he was inexperienced, but promised to do anything no matter how painful or degrading, if Lavretsky would just let his mother go. Lavretsky had got what he wanted and the deal was quickly sealed; Kit's earnings (less a management charge) would be used to pay off the debt and if he performed no further action would be taken against the family. Lavretsky took his prize by the arm and walked him, naked, to his car in triumph.

Lavretsky made Kit put on a dog collar and chained him naked to the wall in his cellar. That night a very cold and uncomfortable Kit started to think about what he had promised to do for Lavretsky. It was pretty frightening. He has few illusions as to the sort of work he would be required to do. Each scenario seemed worse than the last. Eventually Kit managed a little, very troubled sleep. 

The next morning Lavretsky came down with two dog bowls, one of water the other of a porridge-like substance. He watched as Kit got down on all fours and tried to lap-up his breakfast. A messy and degrading experience. Lavretsky then lectured Kit on being obedient and the consequences of any attempt to escape. Later Kit was taken upstairs as the first potential purchaser was allowed to inspect and question him. Lavretsky was trying to sell Kit as a 'sex slave' who could be forced to do anything, no matter how unpleasant or humiliating, the purchaser wanted. The first man was a timewaster, but Lavretsky said there had been no lack of interest. So started a regular procession of men and women. On each occasion Kit would then have to stand, as ever naked, whilst Lavretsky tried to negotiate a sale. 

By the third day Kit was used to the routine. When he heard the cellar door being unlocked, he rose and put his hands behind his back and allowed Lavretsky to cuff him and then attach a leash to his collar. Lavretsky led him to the kitchen where his was told to wait for the potential purchaser. Kit barely looked up as a middle-aged man entered the room, but was shocked when he saw one of his schoolmates following him. Yuri was a weasel faced git, he had always despised. Now the bastard was seeing him utterly humiliated. Kit tried then turn and bolt, but Lavretsky was ready for him. There was no escape. Kit squeezed his legs together but there was no hiding his nudity.

The man smiled, "Kit, I believe you know my son."

"Hi, Kit how are you doing? I haven't seen you for ages." Kit couldn't bring himself to answer. This was terrible, too terrible for words.

Lavretsky was enjoying the game, tugging on his leash he said, "OK, Kit, you aren't going to cause any trouble are you? Your mother can always take your place. Now bend over and spread your legs so the customers see you." Kit closed his eyes. He thought, this couldn't be happening, but in the end he obeyed.

The man felt Kit's buttocks and turned to Lavretsky and asked, "Well, well, well, a family of whores. Does this one do anal?"

"Virgin at the moment, but he'll do anything you ask. You might want to tie him down for the first few times, but he'll soon learn."

"What do you think Yuri?"

"It would be great. I've always fancied him. At school, I used to steal his swimming trunks so the PE teacher would force him to attend the lesson naked. When he was truly desperate, I lent him one of your tiny thongs. I thought he looked cute, but class found it hugely amusing. Now I want to make up for lost time and fuck him so hard that the bastard begs for mercy."

"Well that's what he is here for."

"I was also thinking it would be a gas to parade him naked in front of the boys and get him to offer them blowjobs. They'd love it. Would you mind?" Kit shuddered, it would be too degrading for words to be dragged out and humiliated in front of his friends.

"No problem do whatever you want with him. I am going to use him in the club. His father may get a surprise when he drops in, seeing his son in a pair of tight leather shorts offering punters an erotic massage and 'extras', but that can't be helped. The boy's a whore and will be treated as such." 

"That's great Dad. I can just see it; Kit with his shorts around his ankles being fucked by our old geography teacher. It'll be such fun. We've got to buy him."

"But where will he sleep?"

"We could always chain him up in the dog kennel."

"Good idea. But how much will he cost to keep?"

"Come on Dad he won't cost that much. We throw away tons of food, that we could feed him on and I am sure between the two of us we can find a few old thongs for him to wear. He could even use some of Mum's old underwear if necessary. Remember he won't be moving in polite society."

"You're right. Having our own personal whore would be a lot of fun. It would brighten up dinner parties no end. As I always say a family that fucks together stays together."

Yuri approached Kit and slid his hand between the boy's legs, easing them apart to give him access to his balls. Almost earnestly he asked, "Would you be comfortable being my slave? I would need you to be obedient and sexually submissive. To keep Dad happy, you would have to work four or five days a week at the club. Don't think of it as prostitution, but as a normal job in the service industry. Most of the time it will just be blowjobs, handjobs and anal sex, but sometimes I am afraid you'll be required to do some fairly kinky stuff. You can handle that can't you?"

Kit felt Lavretsky give the leash a vigorous pull and replied, "Yes, Master."

Yuri continued to play with Kit's penis, "As for serving my friends, perhaps I will let you wear a g-string rather than being naked. After your experience in the club, I am sure you will have no problem spreading your legs when required and giving regular blowjobs. It doesn't sound so bad, does it? No more stress, all you need to do is learn a little obedience. What do you think?"

"I would be honoured to be your slave, Master." Kit smiled all too conscious he could soon be his classmate's own personal catamite.

Yuri's father turned to Lavretsky and said, "He seems willing enough, but what about giving us half an hour with him in private?" 

Lavretsky felt they ought to settle on a price first. Despite lengthy negotiations, in the end they couldn't come to an agreement. Though as a concession, Lavretsky did promise to consider an 'overnight rate', if he didn't get a better offer for Kit by the end of the month. 

Kit now knew he had to get himself 'sold' in the next ten days come what may. But he also realised that even if he didn't end up sleeping with Yuri it would quickly go around that he was now a prostitute. He couldn't even imagine the abuse and bullying he would suffer if he ever returned to school.

This routine continued until Lavretsky suddenly announced they were going to Moscow. He handcuffed Kit to the car's door and threw a towel on his lap to hide his nudity from any passing police officer. During the trip he was very blunt about what his associates would do to Kit's family, if he didn't cooperate. Kit was under no illusions about his situation and was expecting to be taken to some run-down brothel to work off his debt. So it was a very pleasant surprise when they arrived at a handsome country dacha. But his optimism was fleeting, as Kit quickly realised that this would merely mean he was raped in a more stylish environment. The pain and humiliation would be the same. Lavretsky handcuffed him, attached a lead to his collar and led him inside. The elegant receptionist looked with disbelief at the naked boy. Kit looked so out of place in the opulence of the room. It was only with great reluctance that she showed them through to the manager's office. 

Valeriya took an instant dislike to Lavretsky when she saw how he was mistreating Kit. The boy was obviously terrified and severely undernourished. The brute forced the Kit to his knees and started to try to renegotiate their deal. Fearful of what he might do to Kit if she refused, Valeriya reluctantly agreed to honour her commitment to train the boy and sell him at the next auction. When Valeriya finally got rid of Lavretsky, she issued Kit with his uniform of tight black satin shorts and T shirt and tried to reassure him that he would be well looked after. Two weeks ago Kit would not have dreamt of wearing such skimpy clothes, but after two weeks of being kept stark naked it was bliss. He was amazed to be given a beautiful room of his own and could not believe he was not expected to do anything in return. 

Valeriya took him to the canteen and had to reassure him several times that he could eat as much as he liked. She then summoned one her assistants, Alyssia, to keep the boy company for the rest of the day. At dinner she was gratified to see them chatting away. It was the first time she had ever seen Kit smile. When Valeriya visited Kit in his room later in the evening the boy was still worried about how he was going to pay for everything, but looked a hundred times better than the poor wretch who had been brought into her office that morning.

Kit relaxed and opened up during the two weeks he spent learning about the duties of a slave. After completing the course, it was agreed that he would be auctioned. Essentially he would offer himself sexually for a period of twelve months, if his owner was satisfied he would be entitled to 60% of the purchase price, which would then be remitted to Mr Lavretsky. At the end of the twelve months, he and his new owner could negotiate whatever deal they wished in order to repay the rest of the debt he and his family owed.

On the day of his auction Kit was pampered like never before; hair, expert shaving, facial, manicure, pedicure the lot. Everyone went out of their way to make him feel special. He enjoyed the attention and felt great by the time he came to dress in his normal tight black satin shorts and a white satin shirt, this time embroidered with his lot number. It was explained that the evening would start with a champagne reception with those who were to be auctioned acting as waiters and waitresses. This would allow the bidders to see them close-to.

Kit collected his tray and proceeded to the ball room. Several of the potential bidders were already there, mingling and making small talk. They seemed terribly elegant and were all very formally dressed. They were all holding small cream cards on which the lots were detailed. Kit's entry was as follows;

Lot 7 - Kit; status - willing, skill - trained (level 2), age - eighteen, 

waist - 26 inches (66 cm), height - 6'1" (1.85 m), weight - 114 lb (51 kg), 

ethnicity - Caucasian, nationality - Russian, languages - fluent English and Russian, 

all services offered, health excellent (fully guaranteed), comments - naive and inexperienced but very eager to please. 

Offered to a female owner, contract 1 year (extendable), starting bid $75,000.

Kit moved through the crowd smiling at every potential bidder. He was frequently called over and asked about his background and achievements. The more forward bidders were quick to stroke his bottom or put their hands between his legs. 

Kit looked to the end of the room where he saw a boy and two girls, standing, arms chained above their heads looking fairly disconsolate. A waitress told him that these were 'unwilling' slaves. Kit approached them and saw they were all wearing tiny bikinis and were gagged so he could not ask them how they found themselves in this position. They were going to be the last to be auctioned and their data was marked on a small screen at their feet. Kit noticed their starting bids were much lower than the rest of them, one girl's being only $5,000.

After the guests were seated, Kit was whisked away and told to undress. An assistant then approached and massaged him with some sweet smelling coconut oil, which made his skin glisten in the bright lights. He was then given the briefest of black g-strings and taken to a waiting room. Kit looked at the guests from behind a curtain, trying to work out which of them might bid for him. 

Kit had been pretty relaxed all day as he was confident that he had made the right decision in choosing to become a slave. He was saving his family, so in reality he knew he had little option. But as his turn grew ever closer he began to get nervous. Was he really ready to offer himself to a complete stranger? How was his new owner going to treat him? What would his duties be? 

Then suddenly he was called. This was it. He tried to look confident as he walked onto the stage, conscious of his tiny g-string. He walked up and down the catwalk so the guest could have a good look at him. He then stood in the centre of the stage, feeling the heat of the spotlights trained on him. He felt terribly exposed.

"Now ladies, we have a true rarity tonight ... an eighteen year old. Kit is fully trained, but is almost untouched. Gentlemen, I am afraid you can look but not bid on this lot. Ladies, I am sure Kit will turn out to be an excellent slave easily moulded to your requirements. So I am starting bidding at $75,000."

The bidding was rapid, with the price being displayed on a large LED display in Roubles, Dollars, Euros, Pounds and Swiss Francs. Kit was too stunned to take anything in, and after what seemed like seconds he was escorted off the stage to a round of applause. 

Kit was shown into another waiting room where three girls who had already been auctioned were already seated. They all wanted to know how much he had been sold for, and were incredulous that he had not noticed. 

After a few minutes Kit was called and taken to a bedroom on the first floor. He was handcuffed, then told to kneel and wait his Mistress. It was frightening, she would have total power over him. He knew if he did not perform, she could make his life a misery. Kit was determined to show her that he was totally obedient and well worth his auction price.

He looked up as she entered the room. The lady was dressed in a long flowing silk dress and was adorned with some truly awe inspiring jewellery. She was beautiful with long flowing brown hair. She had kept her figure in good shape, but was not in the first bloom of youth. Kit could only guess her age as somewhere between thirty five and fifty. 

Mariya was almost as nervous as her new slave. She knew it was now quite fashionable to have young slaves, both boys and girls. But this was the real thing. Valeriya had also been a darling in taking the time to explain how she should handle Kit. But there was a great difference between the theory and actually owning another human being. She was determined to keep Kit as a slave and not allow him to become merely a servant or companion who provided sexual services. She regularly worked seventy hour weeks to earn the right to fulfil her fantasy, and she was determined to enjoy her new 'toy'.

"Kit, I am your new owner. My name is Mariya Bazarov and I am the CEO of MLB Asset Management. You are now my personal slave. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you for bidding for me." 

On the journey back to Moscow, Mariya was too aroused to speak and Kit too frightened. The sleek Aston Martin whipped through the city and they soon arrived in an underground car park. At this hour there would be no one around so she took Kit, still handcuffed and only dressed in his g-string to the lift. In a second they had risen to the fifteenth floor. The lift doors opened straight on Mariya's apartment. It was a stunning sight, all Kit saw was one huge window, some forty metres wide and five high, looking out on the Moscow skyline. Kit was amazed. The apartment was all open plan with the kitchen, living room and dining room all merging into one another. It was a wonder of modern design. After giving Kit a few minutes to get his bearings. Mariya took him to the living room and made him kneel.

Mariya looked at him sternly in the eye, "Kit you are my slave. I hope we will get along well, but you must never forget your status for even a minute." 

"Yes, Mistress."

"As my slave I will use you sexually in any manner I desire. I will decide who you sleep with and what services you will offer. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I will take also pleasure from administering regular corporal punishment. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."




Kit is Auctioned as a Slave



"I expect total obedience, so when I say 'bend over' you must take down your shorts and knickers, if you are wearing any, and bend over a chair or table and allow me to punish you. If I say 'the position' you will strip naked and kneel. You must realise that I won't limit my self to doing this in private and you must be ready to obey at all times. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Kit seemed obedient, but her wry sense of humour made Mariya smile, "You do don't seem much of a conversationalist. Do you know any English except 'Yes Mistress'?"

"Yes Mistress ... sorry Mistress ... I am just a little nervous." 

"I understand. Don't worry. As long as you obey my orders we will get along fine. I am afraid I'm too tired to play tonight. So I will now take you to your room and say 'Good night'. The fun starts tomorrow." 

She then escorted him upstairs to his bedroom. The room was small with little furniture except for some fitted cupboards and a single bed. "Kit, you find clothes in the cupboards and wash kit in the bathroom. I am going to set the burglar alarm in ten minutes, it's automatically deactivated at 6.30. So please don't leave you room between these hours. A visit from the Moscow Police would be embarrassing for both of us. You will bring me a croissant and a double espresso at 7am. The coffee maker's instructions are out on the kitchen table. You will tidy and clean the apartment tomorrow and we will talk about your duties as a slave when I get back from the office."

Kit pulled down his g-string. The thing had been very tight and it was a real relief to be naked. He showered, then opened the cupboard and saw three neat piles of clothes; sky blue satin T shirts, matching shorts and navy blue knickers, each was embroidered with Mariya's initials. He tried on his new knickers, they were beautifully soft and fitted perfectly. The shorts were very snug, and it must be said outrageously short and sexy. The T shirt was likewise. Finally he put on the slave collar, also engraved with Mariya's initials. Kit admired himself in the mirror. He was looking at a slave. 

Kit collapsed on the bed and caressed his erection through the silky material of his shorts. He started to think about his new life. Emotion was gushing around his system like some ultra concentrated chemical. He tried to understand his feelings but it was difficult. He was undeniably horny, but he was also frightened. He had given himself to a woman who he had never met. He knew how he hoped she would treat him but beneath her beautiful exterior she might be terrible. 

Perhaps the strongest emotion was pride, he had done what he had always deep down wanted to do, become a slave and now he was to serve a rich and powerful owner. He imagined himself serving drinks at his Mistress's glamorous parties or accompanying her to conferences or on holiday, but most of all he imagined himself naked at her feet. He knew this had always been his destiny. 

At 6.30 his alarm clock went off. He dressed in the 'uniform' and scurried downstairs, despite his arousal he managed to warm one croissant and make a double espresso.

At 7 o'clock sharp he was in front of Mariya's door, knocking softly. Eventually his Mistress bade him enter, she told him to leave her breakfast. Although Mariya pretended that she had only just awoken she had been wake for almost an hour, in a state of acute sexual arousal. She finally had her slave and he was prettier than she could ever have hoped. He looked so cute in his uniform, the only slight problem was the shorts were so tight that the poor boy found it difficult to bend over.

As soon as she got into the office she called her closest friend, "Darya, I've got him."

"What do you mean?"

"The thing we discussed last week. I bought him."

Darya impatiently waved her assistant away and when the girl had closed the office door she resumed, "A slave?"

"Yes, a gorgeous eighteen year old."

"You must let me see him."

"Later, I want to establish owner's rights first."

"But Mariya I am off on a 'road show' for the next six weeks. I won't be able to concentrate for a minute if I can't at least see the boy."

"No."

"Please, let's break him in together."

Darya was Mariya's oldest friend and she had never been able to resist her, so eventually she agreed.

Alone, Kit explored the apartment. The place was huge. The window covering one wall made it light and airy as well as providing a stunning view of the city. It had clearly been furnished by some expensive interior designer, in that the minimalist design was impressive rather than homely. There was a great deal of bleached wood in evidence, which complemented the subdued colour scheme in which blues and creams were prevalent. Kit looked into his Mistress' bedroom that was almost as large as the flat his family had lived in. The room was dominated by a massive double bed. The only other piece of furniture was a dressing table. The total absence of clutter was possible because of some large walk-in closets which were packed with hundreds of outfits. 

Next door was her study, the only room Kit had been told not to touch. It was a high tech marvel, dominated by a large horseshoe shaped desk, on which sat six monitors showing a huge array of financial information. If the rest of the apartment was immaculately clean and tidy, the study was different with papers and brokers' reports spread over every surface. 

Moving along he found four identical guest double bedrooms and further down the corridor a dull storeroom. The last room was more of a shock, it was his Mistress's own private dungeon. In the centre of the room was a black PVC covered whipping horse and a padded frame with restraints hanging from the four corners. Along one wall was a frosted glass ledge on which a huge variety of whips, paddles and the like had been arranged. Kit had little doubt that that this was where he would be punished.

Curiosity sated, Kit got on with the household chores on Mariya's list. He was determined to show he could do the mundane duties expected of a Boy-Friday. Despite this all he could think about was sex, sex and sex again. He knew Mariya must want more than a cleaner. There must be thousands of these in Moscow, almost all of whom would be more competent than he was. She must want him for her bed. Look at the uniform she had got him. Skin-tight satin shorts are not the norm for domestics.

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Mariya sent a text to Kit to say she would be back at 7.30. For Kit the last half an hour seemed to go on forever. What was his first night of slavery going to be like? What should he do to prepare himself? How should he greet his Mistress? Initially he thought he should strip naked, to show his total submission. Eventually he decided against this and knelt in the apartment's lobby.

He had been kneeling, with only short breaks, for almost twenty minutes when Mariya finally came home. Kit's surge of pleasure was short-lived as he saw she had another lady with her, "Kit, can I please introduce Darya. My oldest and greatest friend. This evening you will serve both of us. Now start by opening a cold bottle of Chardonnay."

When Kit served the wine, Darya stared at his skin-tight shorts, with undisguised desire. Kit then retreated to a safe distance, far enough so he could not hear their conversation but close enough so Mariya could easily summon him. Eventually his Mistress rose, "Kit come here. Kneel. Darya has some questions for you."

Darya saw the boy was terribly nervous, "What are you?"

Kit was confused but mumbled, "A slave, miss." Hoping he had understood the question correctly.

"How did you and Mariya come to meet?"

"She bought me in an auction, miss."

"So what are your duties?"

"To do whatever my Mistress tells me to do, miss."

Darya let her toe slide between Kit's legs and massage his cock, "Anything?"

"Yes miss. I have been properly trained. I promise."

Mariya had silently returned, "We will find out. Darya, time for us to change. Kit, go to the dungeon."

After doing her makeup, Mariya unlatched a secret compartment in her closet and admired her collection of PVC clothing. She had been thinking about what to wear all day, so she barely hesitated before she pulled out her black catsuit. It was specially tailored for her, but although she had bought it almost a year before she had only worn it once. What made it sexy was other people watching you. This was going to be special. Mariya stripped and covered herself in talcum powder, then did battle with the catsuit. It took an age to get on, but the PVC felt wonderful next to her skin. She then reached for her calf-high boots which took almost as long to lace up. Mariya admired herself in the mirror, knowing the effort had been worth it. She was proud, really proud of her figure. The catsuit made the most of her generous curves. She looked great and she knew it.

She knocked on Darya's door and was gratified to see her friend. Darya had taken a very different approach and was wearing some skimpy skin-tight black PVC shorts and a PVC bikini top. The only similarity was they were wearing almost identical boots.

"Wow, it was difficult getting these shorts on. I hope Kit is worth it."

Mariya smiled, "He will be, don't worry."

Kit stood in the dungeon waiting for the women. This was his first test and he would do anything to make a good first impression. He wondered what he should expect. Valeriya had warned him that corporal punishment was part and parcel of a slave's life, and whilst some mistresses used it to discipline a slave others simply enjoyed the sight of a boy's bottom glowing red after a good spanking. His daydreams were cut short as Mariya entered the room. She stood right in front of him, "Is this how a slave greets his Mistress? Get down on your knees, boy." Kit feel to his knees, embarrassed at making such a simple mistake. 

"Are you ready to serve me for my pleasure?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Then lick my boots." Kit leant forward and did as he was told, feeling her warmth through the leather. He continued first the left then right boot to Mariya's evident enjoyment.

"Alright, bend over the horse and prepare yourself."

Mariya took his wrists and buckled them into some restraints. Darya then crouched down and undid the drawstring of his shorts and slowly eased them down. Kit had never felt so helpless in his life. Darya felt the tight elastic of his knickers and slowly slid them down his legs, before getting him to raise his feet so both items could be removed. She put her hand between his legs and felt his penis that was gradually getting hard. She stroked it. 

Her hand felt cold and her nails sharp against his sensitive skin. Kit now knew what it meant to be a slave, totally in the power of these two women. But he didn't have long to ponder the implications as he quickly felt a surge of pain as Mariya struck him on his left buttock with her riding crop. A second later Darya hit his right with her cane. The girls worked as a pair. Always taking it in turns. Sometimes the strikes would come in quick succession, other times one of them would delay. Sometimes they would compete to give the lightest touches other times the whipping would get harder and harder until Kit didn't think he could stand it any longer. Mariya and Darya were enjoying themselves immensely. Giggling away like two schoolgirls. 

It was such fun, each of Kit's squeals sent a shudder of pleasure through Mariya's body, starting at her pussy. After Kit's arse had turned bright red, they started on his calves then thighs. Eventually Mariya dropped her whip and stood behind him, clasping his buttocks. She leant forward and whispered in his ear, "You are doing well, my little slave."

She then undid his restraints and made him stand in front of them. The women stared at their slave, now naked from the waist down. He had not complained as they beat him and now he was meekly waiting their pleasure.

"Come on boy, take your T shirt off."

Mariya and Darya began to walk around the stark naked slave, every so often flicking his penis or buttocks with their whips. Despite the pain Kit was becoming aroused. Mariya stopped and stood a few inches in front of Kit. He felt his cock brush against her PVC catsuit. He then felt Mariya's cold hand clasp his penis. She pulled him to the other side of the room and gave him two wrist cuffs and told him to put them on. This done she attached them to a chain hanging from the ceiling and turned a winch. Gradually Kit's arms were raised until his whole body was taut. 

Kit was totally exposed. A few weeks ago he would have fought like a lion to stop anyone seeing him naked. Now he was submitting to two women without the smallest complaint. He felt deeply embarrassed, but he knew this was the point. Getting someone to strip naked was the easiest way of humiliating them and proving their subservience. Mariya's decision to dress him in the tight little shorts and subject him to corporal punishment was made for the same reason. For the next year his whole life would be dependent on her whim. 

Darya saw Kit blushing, "So are you embarrassed at being naked?"

"Yes, miss."

Darya stroked Kit's soft skin, feeling his balls. She had never handled a boy so perfectly shaved before, "Kit it is a bit late to feel bashful. You are a slave now, so privacy is a thing of the past."

Darya stood behind her friend and draped her arms over her shoulders. This was such fun. She hadn't felt this intimate with Mariya since Uni. Instinctively she kissed her. Almost immediately Darya felt guilty, she had gone too far. You can't do this to a forty-something senior exec. But Mariya was not offended, in fact she responded.

"What are you going to do to him?"

"I'm going to teach him to serve me as if it were second nature. Serve me in every way imaginable."

Darya had been massaging Kit's nipple, but she started to squeeze, harder now, much harder, "Don't wear the boy out."

"Don't worry..." 

The pain was now too much for Kit, "Please miss, don't hurt me."

"Mariya, did you ask your slave's opinion?"

"I don't think I did."

"Well he must learn to be silent." Darya then picked up Kit's brief knickers and squeezing his cheeks forced them into his mouth.

Darya picked up a vicious looking crocodile clip and attached it to Kit's nipple. His shriek of pain was now pretty effectively muffled. She then did the same to the other nipple. Attaching these to a chain, she stepped back and gave it a pull. Kit tried to swing forward but the pain was still incredible.

As Darya played, Mariya found a large truncheon. She eased it between Kit's legs and gradually separated them. Kit was now standing on his tiptoes, legs spread, stretched to their limit. She moved the truncheon up and down Kit's thighs, always pushing his legs further apart. She pushed the baton against his balls, rubbing his back and forth. It felt wonderful.

Mariya now turned to her friend and closing her eyes, slowly opening her mouth. Darya responded immediately letting her tongue touch Mariya's. Slowly she edged closer so their mouths were touching. She then pulled Mariya to her and almost savagely kissed her. Mariya responded in kind. For a second Kit was forgotten about. The kiss lasted an age. 

Eventually Mariya pulled away, "Let's have some real fun." She flicked a switch on the truncheon then started to raise it between Kit's legs. It lightly touched his thigh and Kit felt a great electric shock. The surprise was almost as bad as the pain. More was to come. Mariya moved the baton a little further up and gave his inner thigh a shock. His whole body jerked with pain. Darya was now holding the chain tightly so this spelt agony for his nipples. The game now started in earnest. Mariya moved the prod up his thighs giving him one shock after another. Kit could never control his body and his spasms tortured his nipples. He also knew the probe was getting nearer his balls. Mariya could not resist it and touched his scrotum with the probe. Kit's instant reaction was glorious. Causing the boy pain was just so much fun!

But even the best games must come to an end and anyway Mariya wanted Kit to perform later. Darya removed the nipple clamps from the now very relieved Kit. Just when he thought he had survived he felt Mariya forced the probe between his buttocks cruelly penetrating him and give him one final, long, electric shock. The agony was beyond comprehension.

As Darya watched, she thought how strange it was that only a couple of hours ago she had been in a mind-blowingly tedious finance meeting. Now she was torturing a naked boy. She had never enjoyed herself so much. She was on a sexual high that made her whole body tingle. Her pussy felt like it was on fire. The feeling was divine but her lust was almost over powering. Mariya had said the boy had been trained in oral sex. Well now he had the opportunity to put his skills to good use. She was dying for a good orgasm. 

Darya had removed her shorts and stood before Kit wearing only her bikini top. She pulled his knickers from out of his mouth and released him from his shackles, but then immediately whipped on a pair of handcuffs. She moved Kit to one side of the room and made him kneel.

"Mariya may have the first option on your prick, but I am going to be first to sample you tongue. Get on with it boy, lick."

Kit leaned forward, bending down managed to get his head between Darya's legs seeing her perfect Brazilian trim and started to lick, then nibble her labia. Darya incredibly aroused, the feel of his tongue was almost too much. She gritted her teeth, grabbed his hair and forced his face even deeper into her pussy. With ever greater enthusiasm he licked and forced his tongue deep into her vagina. Darya was so aroused that she couldn't hold out any longer, she tensed and came with a frighteningly intense orgasm. This was not enough, she forced Kit's face ever harder between her legs and a few minutes later experienced an even more extreme orgasm. This time she was truly satisfied and relaxed. Kit was still on his knees when Darya eventually rose and gave her friend a huge hug, begging to be able to share Kit's services when she came back from the US. Duly reassured she picked up her shorts and left, complaining bitterly about an early flight.

Mariya bent down and attached a leash to Kit's slave collar. She pulled him down the corridor. Stopping at her bedroom door ordered him to kneel and wait for her word. 

Kit knew he had found in Mariya the Mistress he had always dreamed of, she was richer, more powerful, more intelligent and much more sexually experienced than he would ever be. He wanted to submit with every fibre of his body. Now he prayed she was going to take him to bed. He had never prayed so hard in his life. He dreaded she would leave him kneeling outside her room all night, to show her effortless superiority.

Kit should not have been worried. Mariya was elated; it had been so much fun. She had fantasised about having a slave for years and now she had one. He was better than she could ever have imagined; sexier and much more submissive. Having Kit was literally a fantasy come true. She somehow got her catsuit off and after a quick shower, reapplied her makeup and picked out a black silk negligee. Now for the final act of the evening.

When she called, Kit entered the room and stood naked before her, eyes lowered waiting ... Mariya circled around him a couple of times, looking at her prey. Then she unlocked his handcuffs and span him around. Grasping his hair she kissed him with all the ardour of weeks of pent up sexual energy. She dragged him over to the bed and releasing him threw him down. Kit was startled, but this is what he wanted so badly and his excitement was all too visible. Mariya leaped on him, kissing him aggressively. She then took his cock and eased it into her very moist pussy. She proceeded to fuck him as if her life depended on it. She had her hands on Kit's shoulders so the poor boy could not move. Again and again she thrust herself down. Just before she climaxed she rolled over on her back and pulled Kit on top of her. The boy then returned the favour with all the enthusiasm of a novice. Her hands on his buttocks hurt like hell but nothing could stop his desire to have his Mistress. Mariya moved again and let him finish taking her in the doggy position. They came almost simultaneously. The tension evaporated; Mariya's pent up desire had been satisfied as had Kit's fear mixed with his craving. 




Kit is Auctioned as a Slave



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Kit became well known in the apartment block, scampering around in his skimpy uniform. Initially the Concierge treated him with contempt. A prostitute to be tolerated due to Miss Bazarov's wealth. But Kit's endearing good humour and disarming honesty about his status, gradually earned him considerable popularity. The other residents quickly learned of Mariya's new toy, but seemed to accept him as a just reward for Mariya's hard work. 

Mariya made no effort to hide Kit from her friends. When serving at parties he had to wear his normal uniform of his ultra tight satin T shirt and shorts and slave collar, even if the other waiters and waitresses were in much more modest clothes. She frequently referred to him as her 'slave', ruffling his hair and patting his bottom. She made it plain she was proud of her possession.

Mariya became the centre of Kit's existence. He was rarely bored during the day as Mariya sent him on numerous courses on things as diverse as Mexican cooking and tantric massage, but his life really started when his Mistress came home. He spent most of his spare time ensuring he looked as good as possible and thinking of ways to please Mariya, emotionally or sexually. He was grateful that she still found so much pleasure in punishing him and despite the pain looked forward to the time they spent together. 

Mariya in turn adored Kit. She just loved having him around and began to take work home so as to spend as much time with her slave as possible. It was wonderful coming home to the boy, who seemed genuinely happy to see her and eager to please her in every way imaginable. It was a real struggle to keep up the pretence of omnipotent power and never to allow him to see quite how she was devoted she was to him. But however much she loved him she was determined to keep their relationship strictly 'mistress/slave' and allow no undue familiarity. 

Mariya was always looking for ways to test her slave. She didn't want him to become complacent. Anyway she loved Kit's look of embarrassment when she humiliated him. She saw his natural inclination to refuse an order, before his training always seemed to reassert itself. Keeping him in his skimpy uniform was an ideal way of reminding him of her domination. No one would take him for anything other than the lowest of domestic. 

To keep him submissive Mariya held weekly "inspections". If the apartment was not immaculate or if Kit had been in any way disobedient he would be punished. Each Monday evening as Kit stood waiting for her verdict, Mariya was pleased to see his fear. He really was as submissive after six months of ownership as he had been on the first day. But Mariya wanted more, she wanted to permanently stake her ownership. So she decided that she would have him tattooed with her initials. One Saturday she took him to a salon that advertised its willingness to undertake 'intimate' commissions.

The 'artist' was an oldish woman; Kit guessed at sixty-plus, literally covered with tattoos. Once in the back room Mariya told Kit to strip down to the tiny black g-string he was wearing. Suppressing her evident disgust at her surroundings she turned to the artist and said, "My nephew wants a tattoo showing his girlfriend's initials. The difficulty is, as you see, he often wears very risqué underwear. Can you fit this design below his 'bikini line'?"

The artist looked first at the picture of Mariya's monogram, she knew she wouldn't have must space to work with, if the tattoo was to be covered, but it would be a nice challenge. She turned to Kit and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, miss."

"You must be certain. Remember a tattoo is permanent and a girlfriend may not be."

"I'm sure, miss."

"OK then, please remove your underwear and sit on the chair. I will then get started."

Kit did as he was told, his legs spread like in some porn film. The artist was relieved the boy had shaved his pubic hair and chose the area just above and to the right of Kit's penis. Kit was surprised that the process was not more painful, uncomfortable yes, but not agonising. The fact the artist was forever moving and brushing against his cock made him aroused and by the end had a severe erection that somehow she pretended to ignore. 

After almost an hour the tattoo was finished. Kit stood and let his Mistress admire her initials, completely forgetting the girlfriend story. Mariya loved the tattoo. It looked very discrete but was a permanent record of her ownership. Kit hoped this meant that his Mistress was not planning to discard him at the end of the year and that she would let him serve her on a long term basis.

Mariya often worked late into the night and would not allow Kit to go to bed until he was formally dismissed. If she was trading on the London or New York exchanges this might not be until two or three o'clock in the morning. After many hours of trading she would often be very tense and would call for her slave. Running to her office Kit would stand before her desk, eyes lowered and hands behind his back. If things had gone well he would be ordered to bring 'Bollinger and blinis' and his Mistress would tell him about her success, enjoying his obvious admiration. If things were less good he would either be told to give her a relaxing massage or she would find some reason to punish him releasing her pent-up aggression on his bare behind. Such was Kit's life as a slave.

~

Mariya decided to test Kit's obedience by 'lending' him to a stranger. She wondered if he would have the courage and discipline to obey them as he obeyed her. She was just musing on who to pick when she had dinner with the chairman of the Commercial Bank of Chelyabinsk. Mr Kirsanov was clearly wound up about negotiating an important contract with a senior accountant from London. He swore the 'bitch was impossible'. Mariya casually offered Kit's services as a way of placating the lady. To her slight surprise her offer was immediately accepted. Kirsanov felt a pretty boy might produce at least the beginnings of a thaw. 

CBC was one of the most discrete banks in Russia. It was the go-to institution for those who need government clearance for sensitive imports and exports, having excellent contacts within the bureaucracy. Their services extended to the more personal needs of their clients. Sometimes a 'companion' was simply offered by the account manager, other times 'chance' meetings were arranged. Mr Kirsanov was taking personal care of the Cromwell and Cruickshank negotiations so wanted to be sure that Mariya's boy was suitable. It was agreed that Kit would go for an 'interview' that Friday.

Mariya had not told Kit what to expect. He was merely instructed to go to the bank, ask for Mr Kirsanov and do exactly what he was told. Kit felt very self-conscious as he walked into CBC's Moscow branch. He had begged Mariya to allow him to wear normal clothes, but without success. Staff leaving for the evening stared at him in his tight little shorts, the pale blue satin contrasting with their sober grey suits. The receptionist was pretty dismissive when he asked to see the Bank's chairman. Only after some pleading did she ring to confirm his appointment and get a security guard to escort him to the Executive suite. On entering the chairman's office Kit was struck by its sheer size. One side of the room contained a conference table, the other a huge desk. The chairman did not look up, so Kit stood respectfully in front of his desk, eyes lowered and hands behind his back and waited.

Eventually the man looked up, "So here you are."

"Yes, sir." The man exuded power and menace. Kit was now scared.

"Boy, I am told you take corporal punishment."

"Yes, sir."

"... and you spread your legs?"

Kit, realising the man was referring to anal sex, reluctantly replied, "Yes, sir."

"OK, boy. Don't just stand there. Strip."

Kit immediately tried to pull down his shorts, in his anxiety forgetting to untie their draw cord. After tugging for a few minutes Kit realised his mistake and truly flustered proceeded to remove his clothes. Now naked, he felt very vulnerable.

Kirsanov stared at Kit. The poor boy was clearly frightened and very eager to please. As the minutes passed and Kirsanov remained silent, Kit became anxious. Eventually he could take the silence no longer, "Sir, can I do anything for you? I am well trained and I am sure I could give you pleasure. Please just say the word, I will do absolutely anything you want."

Kirsanov rose and approached the boy. To his surprise he rather liked the idea of Kit giving him a blowjob. It shouldn't feel any different to a girl and he could always maintain he was testing the boy's enthusiasm. With one click of his fingers the boy would be kneeling before him, undoing his trousers, or perhaps he should fuck Kit on the board room table. It would be so easy. 

As he thought, he stroked Kit's cheek. Kit shivered at Kirsanov's touch. He wondered if the man would take him to some hotel room or if he would be expected to perform in the office. Mariya had always said she could require Kit to sleep with anyone she chose. Her test was this fat middle-aged man. Kit dreaded an evening whispering 'sweet nothings' to him, waiting for his instructions to do the next degrading act. He knew he would obey. He couldn't fail the test, his family's wellbeing was at stake. Kit just hoped it would be quick. He knew his duty and started to stroke Kirsanov's crotch. As it rapidly hardened, he whispered, "Come on sir. All boys my age yearn for a powerful man to give them a good fucking. Please sir, take me now."

Kirsanov's rather pleasant thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. A young secretary entered. Seeing Kit naked pressed against her boss she was visibly embarrassed, "Sorry sir, I will return with the WMP contract later."

Kirsanov quickly stepped away from Kit, saying, "Kristina don't leave. I would like your advice. A friend of mine has offered this boy to entertain Mrs Standish. What do you think?"

The Secretary reluctantly returned and looked at Kit, "I didn't know my duties ran to judging the bank's tarts. But he seems pretty enough." Chewing her pen she gazed at his nakedness, "But are you sure he isn't a prude. Will he really do the biz?"

"For God's sake Kristina, look at him."

"Just asking. I would be happy to check if you want."

"No."

"If he is any good, what about giving him to your secretaries for a Christmas party? I am sure he would be most entertaining."

"Not now Kristina. Take him up to the flat and prepare him. There are detailed instructions are in the black bag over there."

Kit felt a prize fool for his mistake. He had tried to seduce a powerful man for no reason. What must he think? Would he complain to Maria? Oh, the humiliation. Kirsanov and his secretary both watched with amusement as Kit crawled naked under the board table to try to retrieve his knickers. Dressed he was finally ready for his real test.

Kristina had done this chore many times before, but usually with sassy call girls not nervous eighteen-year-old boys. She thought it could be fun. As soon as they got to the flat, she asked Kit to take his clothes off and was rather surprised when the boy immediately obeyed. She then sat down to read the instructions for the 'date'. 

She took her time, enjoying Kit's embarrassment as he stood naked before her. Kristina had never possessed this sort of power before. She liked ordering the boy around, "Stand up straight and put your hands behind your back."

She was gratified when Kit immediately obeyed and said, "Sorry, miss."

"Have you lubricated yourself as instructed?"

"Yes, miss."

"Good, stand at the end of the bed and spread your legs." The boy did as he was told. Kristina got one of the red ropes from the bag and wound it half a dozen times around Kit's left ankle and then tied it to the foot of the bed. Easing Kit's legs further apart she did the same to his right ankle. She then pushed him down onto the bed and tied his wrists to the other corners of the bed. Finally, she checked that all the ropes were really tight. The boy was now helpless. God she could have fun with him. But duty called and she restricted herself to gently stroking his bottom and inner thighs.

Next she prepared the room, closing the curtains, lighting a dozen candles and leaving them at strategic points in the room. The final touch was to leave a cane, paddle and a riding crop on the side.

Finished she returned to Kit, "Comfortable?"

"Yes, miss." Kit lied. 

In truth he was scared, "Miss, do you know who I will be seeing?"

"Yes, Mel Standish is an important client. Frosty little bitch if you ask me, but you will soon find out. She is due in fifteen minutes." 

Kristina then leant over the naked boy, inserting a red ball gag into his open mouth. "We don't want to disturb the neighbours do we?" He looked so sweet, she couldn't resist one quick kiss on his forehead.

Kit heard the door close and waited. He was frightened. It seemed an age before he heard the sound of a key in the lock and a draft of cold air as his 'client' entered the room. He saw the fleeting image of a slim lady in a grey business suit. She was elegant rather than beautiful with her hair cut in a slightly severe fringe.

Mel looked down at the naked boy tightly bound to the bed. He was just as Iosif had promised her. She knew the next hour would allow her to release all the tension that had built up during the two weeks she had spent negotiating with the Russians. Mel wasn't proud of it, but she simply loved causing boys pain and humiliation. This one seemed very pretty. Mel stripped down to her lingerie. She already felt terribly turned-on. 

Kit felt her warm body as Mel sat on the bed beside him. She grabbed his hair and looked into his eyes. "We are going to have some fun, or perhaps I should rephrase that, I am going to have some fun. Are you ready?" Kit could merely try to nod.

Mel picked up one of the candles, smelling the sweet aroma. She then slowly and deliberately poured the hot wax over Kit's bottom. The boy reacted as if had received an electric shock. Squealing with surprise and pain. Mel laughed; the game had begun

Without more ado, Mel picked up the riding crop and struck his arse, hard. Kit gave an involuntary cry of pain, just about audible through the gag. This was merely a taster. Mel continued with ever greater vigour. She almost went into trance. Feeling the liberating power of causing the boy pain. His muffled cries sounded so sweet to her ears. 

The pain was overpowering, Kristina had tied him so securely that he couldn't move more than an inch in any direction, so there was no way he could avoid the strokes. First Mel concentrated on his bottom before moving to this thighs and calves. Kit bit the gag hard as he tried to come to terms with his agony. He received a short relief as Mel changed from the riding crop, to the cane and finally a broad wooden paddle.

Mel only stopped beating the boy when her arm became tired. To Mel's mind there was nothing more beautiful than a boy's arse covered in bright red stripes from a good whipping. This was a masterwork. 

Mel sat by Kit and removed the gag. She loved the sound of the boy's squeal and more important this made her feel very horny. She looked at Kit's pretty, but tear stained, face. He pleaded with her not to whip him anymore. Part of her felt sorry for him, but more felt pride as this showed she had lost none of her talent for giving a good old fashioned beating. 

Now for part two. She went to her briefcase and extracted a large doubled-headed strap-on. Even though she was hugely excited, she still covered both ends in lube. She then lowered her panties and buckled the thing on, gently inserting one end of the phallus into her pussy and tightening the straps until it was fully secure. This was bliss, the combination of the exquisite pressure in her vagina and the feeling of power she had over the boy. 

Kit felt a huge surge of relief when the beating ended. His breathed in deeply trying to come to terms with the pain. He heard sounds from the back of the bedroom, but could not tell what his 'client' was doing. He prayed she had finished and was just dressing. Then he felt her cold hands prise his buttocks apart. He felt the sting as she touched some of the vivid welts. Kit knew what to expect. He was about to be sodomised. He tried to relax, but his body naturally tensed up trying to resist the intrusion. He felt the dildo ease its way into him. More pain. It felt like his arse was on fire. Would she tear him? Could he possibly take a dildo this large? Kit cried out, begging the woman to stop, promising anything if only she would end the pain, but she pushed further and further. The thing must be huge. There was a momentary relief when she had forced it to its limit, but the pain increased as she withdrew and redoubled at the next thrust in.

After the first tentative push. Mel clasped Kit's thighs and thrust with more power. She was soon hitting him as hard as she could. The feeling of the dildo in her pussy was heavenly. She thrust harder and harder. The feeling was exquisite. The boy's cries were music to her ears. She fucked him as if she was in a trance. Deeper and harder with every thrust. She couldn't hold on for much longer. Her orgasm when it came was immense, divine, just wonderful. 

She lay back on a sofa with the glow of release. All the tension of the last weeks had evaporated. As she dressed she wondered who the boy was, probably some street prostitute. The main thing was he was clean and pretty. He had also been a lot of fun. She would have to get Iosif to make him available regularly. He looked so cute tied to the bed. Mel would have loved to torture the boy all night but she had a dinner, which she could not miss. She kissed him and threw a few Dollars on the side as she left.

Kit heard the door slam and felt a huge surge of relief. His ordeal was over. He hoped he had proved his obedience to Mariya, once and for all. His bottom hurt like hell but he had survived. As time passed his arms and legs also began to ache. About twenty minutes later, Kristina returned to the room and released him. Kit mumbled his thanks and staggered to the bathroom. Locking the door, he leant on the basin relieved to have a little privacy. He gingerly felt his bottom and was thankful to find that there was no blood. But it very painful indeed. Kit somehow got into the shower, enjoying the hot water as it massaged his body. Gradually some sensations returned to his arms and legs. By the time he got out he was almost feeing human again. He did his hair and tried to look cheerful, not knowing if more would be expected of him that evening. 

When Kit returned, Kristina was waiting and immediately ordered him to remove his bathrobe and bend over. Kit did so very reluctantly. Looking up with his 'puppy dog' expression he pleaded, "Miss, please don't hurt me."

Kristina looked down at the boy. His bottom was bright red. Mrs Standish had clearly given him a thorough beating and Kristina was very tempted to do likewise. But, grudgingly, she followed her instructions and squeezed a large dollop of pain relief cream over his rear. She watched as Kit gingerly rubbed the cream in. He clearly exhausted and had absolutely no desire to experience the pain of putting on his tight shorts. So he was happy to accept a glass of wine from Kristina and perch on a chair.

"Uncomfortable?"

"Yes, miss." Kristina almost told him to call her by her Christian name, but rather liked his natural respect.

"Have you being doing this for long?"

"Almost nine months, miss."

"Weren't you frightened that after I tied you up, I could have brought an entire ice hockey team here to fuck you? You couldn't have stopped them."




Kit



He let his forehead loll against hers, letting his eyes close. He was aware of the two men passing and chuckling.

"Way to go, mate!" one shouted.

He smiled about the two men having a laugh at the immodest couple.

"If you want me to."