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Nicolette Ch. 01

By: AshleyBarbie



Chapter One

For Stephen there were no words to describe his immediate attraction and immense desire for Nicolette. She had been only fifteen at the time, and her communication toward him that day had been completely nonverbal. To be more specific, Nicolette had stuck her tongue out at him and followed up with a two middle finger salute. Then, she had tossed her long dark mane of silky hair and flounced away, a cylinder of pink cotton candy in hand. In Nicolette's defense, Stephen knew that he had been gawking lustfully at her for over an hour.

But he couldn't help himself! His eyes had witnessed the impossible – seeing the great regret of his life again at the time he had initially met her! The little girl, Nicolette, was his ex-girlfriend's daughter, and the spitting image of his ex-girlfriend as a teenager. And Stephen never really stopped loving his ex-girlfriend, even after she dumped him and married someone else. Perhaps it was the pain of not having closure. Perhaps it was because his ex had those irritating moral values and wouldn't consummate their relationship that caused Stephen's lust for Nicolette. He never married, never had children of his own, and was unable to tear his eyes away from the little girl. He watched her figure disappearing and reappearing as she walked tree lined streets of East Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania.

A wealthy billionaire businessman with an abundance of beautiful women of every flavor at his discretion, it was so boring. He had stayed too long living the world of men's fantasies and everything had turned mundane. He was spending a lot of time daydreaming recently, unable to concentrate at work, recollecting all the events that led up to his current predicament. The years flew by like minutes in his memory, names and places all blurring together with no real emotional connection attached to any of the experiences. By American standards, he was the consummate image of the successful bachelor, but his soul was empty. He wished that he could do it all differently and marry Nicolette's mother. But it was too late for all that, so Stephen compromised by slipping into sexual fantasies of Nicolette. It didn't matter if he was screwing an heiress or a celebrity, he thought of Nicolette.

He had been contemplating selling his Pocono Mountain estate outside East Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania, until seeing Nicolette that fateful day. Other than wintertime skiing and close proximity to his ex-girlfriend, the place offered him little. But, after that encounter, he began making weekend trips from his brownstone in Manhattan to East Stroudsburg, hoping for an another encounter with Nicolette. He spent time in town, at the local Dairy Queen, the record stores, and all the other teenage hot spots, but Nicolette was never on the scene. Whatever Nicolette liked to do, Stephen gloomily concluded, it wasn't the same as other teenage girls. And, a couple of years passed, but his desire to know Nicolette grew. According to his best friend, he was going through a midlife crisis and his attraction to Nicolette was a manifestation of his desire to be young again. Maybe, Stephen had to admit, but all that psychobabble didn't make the erection that occurred when he thought about screwing Nicolette go away.

One rainy Saturday night in late May, Stephen was sitting alone in his Pocono retreat when he heard the unmistakable sounds a car crash, the squealing tires followed by the loud thud-like crash. Looking up from an endless stream of legal paperwork requiring his signature, Stephen contemplated going outside, but it was rainy and quite cold for late May. He turned back to business matters, dismissing the incident; however, his indifference toward the human condition was interrupted when the doorbell began to chime. Sighing, hoping the car crash victims weren't drunken backwoods meth-addicts, he got up from his late 1800s Victorian chair and answered the door.

A young woman with imperfect teeth and dripping red-brown hair stood before him. One of her arms was twisted in an unnatural manner. "I wiped out," she stammered, pale with freight and shivering from the cold rain. "Can I use your phone?"

"Yes, you may," Stephen emphasized the proper grammar, allowing the female entrance into his foyer. Then, he held up a hand, indicating that she was to proceed no further into his luxurious abode. He handed her a black cordless telephone.

After a brief conversation that Stephen easily ignored, the girl said, "My ride is gonna be a few minutes . . . Do you mind if I wait here? My car is totaled, and it's scary as hell in those woods."

Stephen looked out a window, longing desperately to deny her request. But, only a monster would banish an injured teenager into a cold, dark rainy night. "How long?"

"Not too long."

"Your arm is broken," Stephen said apathetically, nodding his head toward the injury.

The female paled a little more. "I was hoping that wasn't the case . . . Are you a doctor or something?"

After informing her that he was not a physician, Stephen offered the pest a towel, which she accepted and promptly began rubbing her hair. The smell of wet dog filled the air, and an unpleasant smile formed on Stephen's extraordinarily handsome face. Looking out the window again, he wondered how long he'd have to tolerate the guttersnipe breathing and polluting his air. The window picked up his image, reflecting a six-foot male with ebony hair in his mid 40s with brown eyes and manly features. Twice a week he played vigorous racquetball with a competitive business colleague and the activity kept him in peak physical condition.

Stephen passed the time until the ragamuffin's friend arrived attending to business matters. He set up shop in the foyer, but didn't offer the girl so much as a chair. She attempted conversation, but Stephen silenced her with a single, degrading look. From the outdated fashion to the well-worn sneakers, he dismissed her as poor, young, and probably not too bright. After some time, the front door began to jiggle, as though an intruder was attempting to gain unauthorized access into Stephen's high-security, technologically-advanced home. Then, a loud bang vibrated, and Stephen stood up. "Your friend doesn't seem to understand the concept of a doorbell," he drew cruelly.

And, when Stephen opened the door, there she was – Nicolette, in all her gothic beauty splendid wonder! For a moment, he just stared down at her. Up close, the eighteen year old's resemblance to his ex-girlfriend was even more startling. She was sporting a little pink denim sundress with thick shoulder straps that had probably not been purchased at Wal-Mart, and he guessed that the diamonds in her anklet were authentic. Beneath legs void of stockings, pink shoes with large silver strap buckles. Her pink fingernails were perfectly manicured. Around her neck was a pink choker that played up her childish sensuality. She was pink cotton candy and buckled shoes, and Stephen knew how wrong it was of him to feel so sexually attracted to her. His ex-girlfriend was a saint, and Stephen knew he should respect her daughter.

Without introduction or greeting, Nicolette flounced grandly into Stephen's home, taking in the foyer with a sweeping glance. "I know you. You're Stephen, the playboy billionaire that my mother dumped when she met my father!" She spoke loud, boisterously without making eye contact. To the ragamuffin, Nicolette said, "He's the pervert I told you about – you know, the guy that was mentally undressing me!"

While the other girl gave him eyes of blatant resentment, Stephen blushed like a teenager. But, Nicolette appeared to have other things on her beautiful mind. Walking to her friend, she picked up the injured limb and began examining it with a professional stance that baffled Stephen. Then, he remembered – how could he have forgotten – that her father had somehow managed to hook himself up with a pediatric degree. And her precious mother was a neurologist. Stephen didn't enjoy admitting that the guy he had been dumped for had, in reality, graduated from high school at the age of twelve! In Nicolette's hand was a very large black doctor's bag, and Stephen felt his stomach tightened with nervous tension. Perhaps the eighteen year old had inherited a genetic interest for medicine, but he didn't want any unlicensed medical procedures occurring in his home!

"I need a bottle of whisky," she told Stephen. "Do you have a bottle of whisky?"

"Uh . . . " Stephen debated on lying but found it impossible to lie to Nicolette, "Perhaps in the wine cellar."

"I'll go with you. Felicity, you come too." Nicolette spoke matter-of-factly, giving Stephen a slight push to get him started. Stephen couldn't decide if Nicolette's dominant demeanor excited or frightened him. As they passed the library, Nicolette stopped and motioned Felicity into that room.

"But . . ." Felicity looked extremely hurt, but Nicolette cruelly shoved the injured teenager into the room. Mouth opened with shock, Stephen watched the helpless Felicity stumble before catching her balance. Without another word of protest, Felicity sat on a sofa and stared sadly at the floor. The action caused Stephen's cock to become painfully hard, and he wondered if Nicolette was always so aggressive.

Stephen led the way down to the sophisticated wine cellar. Nicolette appeared in no hurry to help her friend, as she leisurely examined the 500 or so wine bottles in Stephen's collection. At one point, she leaned down and produced a bottle of Strub Riesling Eiswein, a German dessert wine. "I had a couple of sips of this at a wedding. I like this."

Stephen slid an etched crystal wine goblet from its resting-place overhead and poured alcohol for the minor. She swirled the wine in the glass, smelled the contents, then took a small sip, savoring the flavor. "Mmmm . . ." She smiled up at him, closed mouth. As she smiled, all her cruel dominance faded, and the beauty just defied explanation. All Stephen could do was look at her, his heart leaping up and down his chest cavity, and be thankful that she was in the flesh before him. It wasn't her youth captivating him. It was she, as she was at that moment, and what he already knew she'd eventually become, because his ex-girlfriend was aging incredibly well.

Watching him stare at her lovelorn changed Nicolette's expression. A corner of her mouth twisted up slightly in a sneer, as though she could read his thoughts and found him unworthy to even admire her beauty. It was insanity, the way she way made him feel. He knew that realistically his thoughts were private to all except him, perhaps unveiled slightly through unconscious means such as posture and voice tone. But, that wasn't how Nicolette made him feel. With her penetrating ebony eyes, she had him feeling completely exposed. "Come here." She moved, wine glass in hand, to the steps leading up from the wine cellar, standing two steps up from the bottom. When Stephen made movement to join her on the step, she instructed abrasively, "Stay at floor level." With the two step advantage, Nicolette was almost the same height as him, and Stephen thought how wise it was of her to have devised a plan to make conversation and, perhaps, kissing easier. Wrapping his arms around her, he moved in to her lips, but she turned away, revealing a graceful neck. "Touch me not, for I have not given you permission."

Her odd words terrified Stephen a little. She was young, he knew, and probably digested those period romance novels like candy. Still, for her to look so disdainful of him and speak in such a foreign manner made his heart pound uneasily, wondering exactly what was in his wine cellar. It had his ex-girlfriend's face but her head was as scrambled up as his own head. But, at least he understood his motivations. Nicolette turned back, her expression darker than he'd ever seen his ex-girlfriend's face, and reaching out, Nicolette placed a palm against the top of his head in a dominating manner. She pressed down on the palm. "Kneel before the person you want."

Wordlessly, Stephen got down on his knees and looked up at his teenaged owner. It was fitting that he was down on his knees before her because he was completely powerless in this relationship. Outside, in the world of foolish strangers, billionaire Stephen was the person in control, but not with this girl. She lifted a leg and nudged his shoulder, wordlessly instructing him to kiss her foot, and he promptly obeyed. The madness in her, reflecting itself out now, was something he found undeniably exciting. With his mouth pressed against her foot, a flash of movement and color caught his eye, and he looked up slightly to find Nicolette slowly pouring the wine down her leg. Stephen needed no instruction; he couldn't move fast enough to drink off from her body, loving her and loving it. At dominating, she seemed well versed, better than any one he had ever encountered. It wasn't until the last drop of her Strub Riesling Eiswein was lapped up that she lowered herself to sit on the steps above him. Her face was void of anger and very flushed. He could see up her skirt to where she hadn't placed panties. Lifting her skirt even higher, Nicolette gave Stephen a full view of her delicious-looking femaleness. A beautiful pink pussy, small and youthful. He couldn't remember the last time that he had seen a pussy that looked so unused. Her pubic hair had been professionally styled to just a single, ebony runway strip. The sight was so visually appealing that his cock began to throb painfully in its boxer shorts' prison.

"I love having my pussy eaten," Nicolette whispered urgently, thrusting her hips once invitingly, and Stephen needed no more urging. Reaching out with large, shaky hands, he slowly, tenderly messaged her clitoris. She groaned and wrapped long, slender fingers in his dark hair. Leaning down further, he pushed through her light pink labia with a probing tongue and found the most delicious pussy he had ever tasted.

"You taste unbelievable," he whispered against her moist interior, a hand still working the clit. Then, he pressed the tip of a finger into her, and Nicolette's tight vagina applied an almost painful amount of pressure. Lifting his head slightly, Stephen gave Nicolette a long look. She was tighter than most virgins were. Then, keeping one finger inside the beauty, he took a free hand and began working her clitoris again while watching Nicolette's face intently. Her eyes were closed and long dark eyelashes folded over her cheeks. Her expression was dreamlike, and Stephen thought that she looked like a serene marble statue. Then, her full, dewy lips opened slightly, and she whispered his name urgently and repeatedly. He began moving his finger deeper and deeper inside of Nicolette, as she drew closer to orgasm.

"Oh yes!" She thrust up, and liquid squirted around his finger, out of her. He felt her vagina constrict and release repeatedly in very quick successions. "Yes," she continued wildly, the spasms continuing while her hips bucked up again like some wild animal. "Yes! You're making me come, Stephen! You do it so well! Oh, how do you make me come so hard?" When she was through having multiple orgasms, Nicolette looked down at Stephen, while reaching down and pulling his finger out of her. "I've never urinated during cunnilingus before . . . " She seemed embarrassed and confused, her ebony eyes searching Stephen's face childishly.

"I've heard of it," Stephen explained gently, "but never seen it. And it's not urine, Nicolette, at least not entirely urine, from what I understand."

"I came hard," Nicolette whispered intimately. "Real hard."

Stephen moved to sit on the step with Nicolette, and they kissed deeply, lovingly. Nicolette darted her tongue in and out, mimicking the actions of eating pussy. Sighing, Stephen moved his mouth away and slowly back repeatedly, gradually increasing the pressure of his lips on her each time their lips made contact. Nicolette moaned the pleasure she found in this, and wrapped her arms around him. She whispered his name and opened her eyes to stare lovelorn at him. Stephen's heart was pounding fast, and he held her head steady for a deep, tongue-probing kiss. It was blatantly obvious that a female had schooled her in kissing, probably in sex as well, and Stephen was going to have to re-train Nicolette and show her the benefits of heterosexuality. Based on how much she had enjoyed his cunnilingus, Stephen doubted she was a lesbian or even bisexual. Some female had just beaten him to corrupting her.

"I want you," he whispered against her ear. "I want inside you."

Nicolette moved away then, her dark eyes filled with passion. "Felicity," she whispered hotly, standing. "I have to tend to Felicity."

Felicity wasn't on your mind when you wanted to get off, Stephen thought acidly, and he followed Nicolette back upstairs and into the library. Felicity was obediently sitting where Nicolette had left her, on the comfortable floral sofa, but tears were running unchecked down her face. She lifted her head when Nicolette came into the room with a bottle of Jack Daniel's whisky.

"I missed you," she whined tearfully, seemingly more upset that Nicolette had temporarily abandoned her than the broken limb.

Stephen watched Nicolette produce a small vial of prescription pills from the black physician's bag. Without uttering a word, the gothic doctor twisted a cap off the bottle and produced a pill that Felicity wordless accepted without question. At Nicolette's silent urging the other girl washed the pill down with Jack Daniel's whisky. Stephen's heart pounded fearfully. If something happened to this white trash Felicity, it would happen in his home! He didn't know Felicity's age, although next to Nicolette she looked much older than his initial assessment. Anyone under the age of 25 looked like a baby to him, so Felicity was probably much older than his initial impression.

"You shouldn't combine prescription medications and alcohol." Stephen spoke the voice of reason.

"Shut up." Nicolette turned and gave Stephen a threatening look. More than a little afraid of her, Stephen said no more about it. He sat at the opposite end of the sofa and watched the two females intently. Nicolette encouraged Felicity to take several sips off the whisky bottle. Then, she admonished the injured girl; "You're wet. Why are you wet?"

"It was raining," Felicity explained sadly.

"Well, it's not raining now, and it's not raining in here!" Nicolette's acid tongue was like a whip slashing the other girl, and Nicolette slipped Felicity's shirt over her head. "Help me undress her, Stephen. She's soaked." 

With a disgusted expression, Stephen leaned down and removed Felicity's shoes and socks. "This girl smells like wet dog." He almost gagged at the smell of her.

Slapping her friend non-violently across the face, Nicolette demanded in a tone without anger, "Why do you smell like wet dog?" She slapped Felicity repeatedly. "Huh? Huh?" To Stephen's surprise, Nicolette had removed Felicity bra. The sight of Felicity's small tits with disproportionately large nipples caused Stephen's erection to fail slightly.

"I'm sorry," Felicity replied, spreading her legs slightly in obvious arousal, and Nicolette moved between them. She slapped her friend repeatedly across the face in a gentle, methodical way.

"Yeah?" Nicolette whispered cruelly. "Are you sorry . . . hmmm? Are you?" Then, Nicolette reached down and grabbed a hold of Felicity's hair, forcing her head up. "How do you feel? Are you feeling loose?" Felicity nodded, and Nicolette's face turned up with a sadistic sneer. "You know, Felicity, I may have Stephen fuck you."

"No!" Felicity voiced the words that screamed through Stephen's head. He would rather have little people tap dance on his balls than stick his cock inside that stinky piece of trailer trash! Nicolette laughed sadistically, running a manicured hand across Felicity's face in a bizarre, controlling way that Stephen found unbelievably erotic. Sticking each of her pink polished fingers into her friend's mouth one by one, Nicolette looked at Felicity in a face void of emotion.


Nicolette Ch. 01



Then, Nicolette turned toward her friend's injury. Lifting the injured arm, she tested the flexibility of Felicity's wrists and fingers. Then, she muttered the word "reduction" and Felicity cried out as Nicolette moved the bone back into place. Stephen's eyes were round with disbelief as Nicolette immobilized the joints above and below the injury before constructing a splint of rolled up magazines. Then, she secured the splint with a cloth that she also used to make a sling. Nicolette's face was concentrated, and she moved in a self-assured manner that Stephen found immensely attractive. She obviously knew what she was doing and had packed her black doctor's bag accordingly.

"You don't like Stephen, hmmm?" Nicolette asked Felicity cruelly, standing over the doctor's bag. "You don't want him inside of your well-stretched hot hole?"

"We promised to not allow penises inside us," Felicity desperately slurred the reminder.

Nicolette produced wooden clothespins from the bag, and Stephen wondered if she was going to use them to secure the sling. But, when Nicolette returned to Felicity, she ran her hands lovingly around Felicity's breasts and leaned down to kiss the older female. Then, she pinched Felicity's nipples roughly, causing the drugged girl to gasp, before expertly fastening the clothespins on Felicity's small breasts. Stephen counted twelve clothespins that Nicolette attached, six on each breast.

"You're a bad slave," Nicolette admonished Felicity. "Actually, you're a good slave, but I enjoy punishing my good slave. And, my poor slave is drugged tonight with a painkiller. You may grow sleepy, but I will keep you from falling asleep until I decide it is time for respite."

Stephen switched his spectator location to a chair so Nicolette could carefully lay Felicity across the sofa. Then, Nicolette removed her slave's jeans, and Stephen saw fading whip bruising on Felicity's legs, feet, and buttocks. If Felicity is the female that introduced Nicolette to homosexuality, she deserves all the beatings Nicolette gives her, Stephen thought distastefully.

Placing her black bag directly below Felicity, Nicolette motioned Stephen to sit on the floor beside her, and he obeyed without question. She leaned over, pressed her mouth to him, and they kissed. Nicolette lost herself in the contact, and she crawled onto Stephen's lap like a little girl, moaning her pleasure. He felt the moist hotness of her crotch, and she groaned, protesting her own actions, as she moved her mouth away. She looked at him with those dark lovelorn eyes and silently whispered so Felicity wouldn't hear, "Is this all okay?"

Replying in the same manner, Stephen opened his heart, "I love you, Nicolette. You've been my fantasy for so long. There's nothing you could possibly do that isn't okay." The quick rush of tears that formed in Nicolette's eyes surprised him, and she stared lovelorn at him until Felicity moaned her sexual frustration. Then, producing a small vial of lubricating oil, Nicolette stretched Felicity's legs wide across the sofa and began liberally lubricating the exposed vagina and anus. Stephen examined the slave's personal business in disgust. Felicity's spread was well worn, dark, and hairy. Her labia looked stretched, as well as bruised, and Stephen smirked to himself that penises were probably the only things not going up the girl. Her anal opening looked massacred as well, and Stephen gave Nicolette another long look. His ex-girlfriend's daughter was definitely psychosexual, but he loved her anyway and was willing to work through whatever was wrong inside her head. Nicolette removed several sexual instruments from the doctor's kit and lined them up on the floor before her like surgical devices.

"You have quite the collection there," Stephen commented teasingly.

"You can buy them on line," Nicolette replied seriously. She selected a red beaded device with an extending circumference and, after fingering Felicity's anal opening a little while, carefully slid the instrument deep inside the exposed ass. Felicity groaned her pleasure and urged Nicolette for more, and her master promptly complied. To train Felicity's crotch to handle the largest of devices, Nicolette inserted a small glass dildo with a large head and began swirling it around, eventually stretching the opening even further by adding a couple of fingers to the penetration. Then, Nicolette replaced the glass instrument with a large jelly dong that had to have a girth of at least four inches! Moving her crotch toward the intruding device, Felicity drew the dildo deep inside her stretched vagina.

"Hold this," Nicolette instructed Stephen and he reluctantly held the fake cock as the stinky slut jerked herself off. Digging deep in her bag, Nicolette retrieved several more clothespins and began inserting them around Felicity's vagina opening. As soon as Felicity realized Nicolette's intent, she stopped gyrating against the instrument in Stephen's hand and gasped each time Nicolette released a clothespin and it tightened around her stuffed cunt. 

"And, I want you to stop fucking that dildo," Nicolette sneered angrily. "Just because we have a guest tonight that doesn't mean you can come without my permission."

"I-I understand," Felicity nodded, her voice coming out in painful breathlessness. "Oh-Oh! That hurts. Even drugged, that hurts so bad, Nicolette!"

"You know that it'll only hurt for a few minutes," Nicolette replied in a mechanically, unemotional tone, busily tending to applying the clothespins. "It'll make me happy. Don't you want to make me happy?"

"Yes," Felicity responded, clenching her teeth tight against the exquisite pain. "Yes, I do, Master!" Her face contorted, and she held her breath, releasing the air in deep gasps.

The elitist in Stephen enjoyed seeing the impoverished girl all submissively donned with clothespins, and he kissed Nicolette's neck, wrapping his arms around her. "I love you," he breathed, pressing his male hardness into her. Nicolette turned and allowed Stephen to plant repeated, deep kisses on her lips. It wasn't until Felicity began protesting that Nicolette moved reluctantly away.

"I have work to do," Nicolette admonished Stephen playfully. "You're distracting me!"

"I want to make love to you," Stephen pleaded urgently. "You're driving me insane! My cock is aching to be inside you, Nicolette!"

"Good," Nicolette girlishly giggled. "Maybe I'll make you wait a few weeks. Do you think I put out on the first date? This isn't even a date. Where are my flowers?"

Stephen laughed. "I'll buy you a whole fucking floral shop in the morning, Nicolette! I'll probably still be inside you when the sun comes up, the way I feel about you right now."

Turning, Nicolette smiled lovingly up at Stephen. "If you want me, then you'll help me with these clothespins. She's only taken a few of things before, but, with the painkiller, I think I can get this baker's dozen on that stretched fuck entrance." Moving to Felicity's pinned vagina, Stephen's mind was blank toward the task at hand. He didn't think it was an especially bright idea to be testing Felicity's pain tolerance, given that the painkillers would make her numb to pain and susceptible to serious injuries. Still, he mechanically accepted a clothespin from Nicolette; carefully inserting it on the slave's raised labia. Felicity groan against the increasing discomfort. Without stopping to acknowledge her pain, he took another clothespin from Nicolette then another. Soon, all thirteen clothespins were tightly secured, and Felicity was moving her head back and forth against the erotic torture, groaning in sweet agony. Tears ran down her face.

"Most of my bondage paraphernalia is at home," Nicolette said dejectedly. "Otherwise, I'd given our new friend a wonderful show. I'll have to make due with what little I have here, I guess." Standing, Nicolette moved to stand dispassionately over her willing captive. Leaning down, she gave several of the clothespins covering Felicity's tits painful little flicks that caused unexpected gasps of pain to shoot breathlessly from the submissive female. Then, Nicolette returned to Stephen and began passionately kissing him. "We have a few minutes before she's ready." So enraptured by Nicolette in his arms, Stephen didn't wonder about the meaning behind his beloved's words. As they kissed, she slowly reached for his belt buckle with hands so unsteady that Stephen had to help her. The way she looked at him, so lovingly and innocent, it was almost impossible to believe she would attach clothespin to another female's breasts and vagina or stick huge instruments in gaping orifices.

"Oh, it's so beautiful!" Nicolette exclaimed, pressing her hands to her cheeks in wonderment when Stephen produced his manhood. "I've never seen one before, except on the Internet and in pornographic movies. It's so thick and long!" Reaching out with her shaking hands, Nicolette gently touched Stephen's thick, ten-inch dick. She ran her thumb along the tip, feeling the natural lubricant that his insatiable desire for her had caused. Giggling like a little girl, Nicolette looked at Stephen with joyously dancing eyes. "Oh, Felicity, look at this! He's magnificent!"

Felicity moved gingerly to inspect Stephen's penis. "It is nice," she begrudgingly admitted. Having been repeatedly raped by her uncle from the ages of six to thirteen, Felicity had no interest in men or their proud penises. Stephen's cock was perfectly formed, long and straight, without blemishes or bumps. He was circumcised with a nice head, and Felicity could understand how a female who liked cocks would admire this man's offering. Felicity looked at Stephen but didn't smile. She loved Nicolette with every ounce of blood that pumped through her body, and it hurt severely that Nicolette was clearly falling in love with this man. And, she was powerless to prevent it, and at that moment, powerless to think about anything another than her crotch. Groaning, she reclined on the sofa to wait for her vagina to grow numb to the pinching pain.

"Do you really love me?" Nicolette asked dreamily, batting her ebony eyes at Stephen. He nodded earnestly, staring sincerely into Nicolette's beautiful face. And, his beloved gothic dominatrix sighed and pressed her head against his rapidly fluttering chest. "I want you inside of me tonight, but I've never been with a man and nothing with your girth. You will need to be careful."

Stephen vowed to honor Nicolette and reiterated his love for her, hoping she would give his cock some undivided attention. Instead, she moved elegantly away with her head held high. He saw the flash of a miniature cat-o-nine-tails whip before hearing it slap against the flesh on Felicity's leg. Turning his brown eyes toward the movement, Stephen's face revealed no sympathy for the hapless female who cried pleadingly for Nicolette to stop. Calmly he removed his clothing to allow himself faster access to Nicolette once his girlfriend grew tired of torturing her friend. Repeatedly, Nicolette punished the other female, using the whip across the legs, belly, and feet. She even stirred up the painful sensations in Felicity's breasts and labia by whipping those areas as well. With tears streaming down her face, Felicity begged Nicolette, promising anything for her master. But, Felicity didn't move or try to escape the brutality, something Stephen gleefully thought she had probably learned the hard way!

"My arm is tired," Nicolette complained to Stephen. She tried to no avail to shake out the pain and continue punishing her slave. "Do you want to take over?" Stephen shook his head in decline. "Well, then, I guess we'll take a break from that for now." She gave Stephen a devilish little grin. "Help me flip her over onto her belly. I have a little surprise for my drugged slave." And Stephen obliged, taking care moving the injured girl. Nicolette wanted Felicity kneeling with her head above the arm of the sofa, support her weight with the good arm. Then, after sitting on the sofa's arm, Nicolette offhandedly instruction, "Remove the instrument from her ass and stick your thick cock in her."

"No," Stephen replied.

"NOW!" Reaching across the whimpering slave, Nicolette slapped Stephen hard across the face with an open hand. He flinched but didn't cave to her command, and Nicolette looked murderously at the man she was falling desperately in love with.

"Nicolette, I'm not attracted to trash," he said softly. "I want you."

"My mother was right about you," she sneered. "She said she dumped you because you're a pseudointellectual snob." When her remark failed to crumble Stephen, she blinked the tears that came to her eyes. "Why are you such an elitist, Stephen? I can't love a man like that. If you love me, truly want to be with me, you have to accept my slave. This fucking bitch is part of the package, and tonight I want you to fuck her. Do it for me, just this once, so I know you really love me."

With lips pursed tightly, Stephen looked at his tearful Nicolette. "Only for you and only this once." He left, returned with his cock tightly secured in a condom to find Felicity gleefully performing cunnilingus on her master. Nicolette's pink sundress was hiked up around her perfectly taut, alabaster waist. He stopped to watch and compare Nicolette's reaction to the female's pussy eating offering, but Felicity's broken arm prevented clitoris stimulation, and Nicolette looked unenthusiastic about the performance.

"Fuck my bitch, Stephen. Fuck her while she eats my pussy."

Removing the ball instrument, Stephen firmly grasped his cock and pressed it against Felicity's hairy asshole opening. Looking at Nicolette, who was eagerly nodding her approval, he pushed forward into the lubricated shoot. He could feel the jelly cock inside Felicity's vagina. The dildo compressed the slave's shit shoot, and the warm interior felt rather nice against his painful erection. But, he was so horny that he would have fucked Nicolette's own father to bust a nut. He shoved himself deep inside the slave. Against his balls, he felt the clothespins.

Leaning forward, Nicolette softly kissed Stephen, bringing him to the edge of orgasm. "Don't come, my love," she instructed tenderly. "I want that for myself." Then, she moved away from the inadequate pussy tonguing to watch Stephen's amazing cock work Felicity. She pulled the slave's ass cheeks apart; causing Felicity to moan with pleasure and providing Stephen better maneuverability. "She's going to come. Take it out and put it in her mouth."

As he obeyed Nicolette, he protested, his erection quickly fading, "It isn't healthy to stick a cock or anything that's been in an anus into a mouth." This ass-to-mouth fad was new, and Stephen wasn't ignorant enough to the dangers of digesting fecal matter to accept it. Nicolette's mother launched his interest in medical science and gave him whatever moral values he carried. "You should know that."

"Buzz kill," Felicity whispered accusingly, looking up to give Stephen a hateful glare. Picking up a handful of the slave's hair, Stephen forced his condom-wrapped cock down her throat and repeatedly face fucked her while she gagged and tried breathing through her nose. While he continued his sexual assault, Nicolette reinserted the anal stretcher and began vigorously stimulating Felicity's clitoris. The slave's body jerked uncontrollably as she came stronger than ever before, the cock that stretched her mouth reminded her of her uncle's torture. Abruptly, Stephen removed his cock, his anger having given away to indifference, and Felicity screamed, "Yes! I love being face fucked by that huge cock with my pussy and ass stretched! Oh, shit, it hurts! I love it! It hurts, yes! Yes! Oh, yes, shit! Oh, oh, I'm coming!"

Stephen's expression was insouciant and his giant cock had grown limp watching Felicity get her lesbian rocks off. Without speaking, he aided Nicolette in removing all the torture paraphernalia from the spent Felicity. Without the sexual tension coursing through her, she was unable to tolerate the awful pain, even with the benefit of a painkiller. "I'm so sleepy," she complained, her eyes red and swollen from crying and drugged physical exhaustion. 

"Put a warm covering over her, but keep her orifices stuffed," Nicolette instructed, crossing the room to gaze lovingly at her man. "She enjoys it." Stephen did as Nicolette wished, placing an 1180-thread count Egyptian cotton cover over the stinky girl.

"You need to bath your slave. She really reeks." Stephen commented dryly, staring down at Felicity. She was extremely submissive; this abused urchin, and in dire need of more support than Nicolette could provide. As long as she kept her pensive mouth clamped about Nicolette's beatings, Stephen would be willing to financially support his girlfriend's slave. "How old is she anyway, and how did you meet her?"

"She's twenty-seven, and we've been together for five years. We met at a party, when I was completely innocent. She taught me a lot, but I quickly eclipsed her and became dominant. I'm a third year pre-medical student at NYU and she lives with me in Manhattan. My parents have no idea about it, of course." Standing on the tips of her shoes, Nicolette reached up and kissed Stephen lovingly.

Felicity committed a crime against the wrong twelve-year-old, Stephen thought after doing the simple math in his head. Turning away from Felicity, dismissing her from his mind, he scooped Nicolette into his arms and carried her to the master bedroom. There, he released her to lean back against the luxurious Egyptian-count sheets and pillows. There was finally time to slow down and get lost in the wonderment of his ex-girlfriend's daughter. "Nicolette, come here." He loved her name, loved saying it. As she crawled across the bed to him, a shimmering light caught her dark gothic beauty, the alabaster skin, silky essence of her hair, and large eyes. Stephen lifted her face with a strong dark hand and closely examined her for imperfections. She was flawless, every facial feature perfectly identical to his ex-girlfriend. Leaning down slightly, still holding her face, he kissed her mouth gently, and his whole being sighed with pleasure. When he moved away to examine her lovely face once more, Nicolette's cheeks were streaked with red. He moved his hands to cup Nicolette's soft shoulders. Then, slowly lowering the thick pink straps, he moved his hot mouth across her shoulders. He could feel the heat coming from his breath. The delicious feel of her skin against his lips conjured an insane thought, Now, I know how vampires feel during their first exposure to blood. But, he wasn't predatorily with Nicolette; that was her role. He had been with hundreds of females, but never had he wanted to give like this. So little time together, so few words exchanged, and he felt unconditional love. Lifting his head, he was greeted by her urgent kiss. Their tongues entwined; she was a quick learner and had quickly grown into a fantastic kisser. Stephen wondered if he had ever been so hard and swollen before. How could he think or breathe, with all his blood pumping to his gigantic erection?

"I am going insane over you," he confessed huskily, reluctantly moving his mouth from the splendor of her lips and exploring tongue. His eyes followed his hands, as he slowly lowered the zipper on Nicolette's sundress, revealing her breasts – surprisingly well developed, very pale, with pink nipples. His ex-girlfriend had never allowed him to see her tits, and Stephen almost came at the sight of Nicolette's knockers. Reaching down, his mouth against hers, he firmly cupped Nicolette's breasts, ran a thumb expertly around one nipple, and felt the swelling and hardening against the palms of his hands.

"Oh . . . " She shuttered rapidly, wrapping her slender manicured fingers in Stephen's dark hair.




Nicolette Ch. 01



"Do you like that?" Stephen teased huskily, already knowing the answer. Nicolette moaned against his lips, pressing her half-naked body closer to the hardness she found irresistible. Claiming her mouth with hungry desire, Stephen continued providing gentle pressure to her very responsive breasts and stroking her nipples. Nicolette gasped and writhed against him. He wanted her; he really wanted her. Moving away, his eyes were blackened with passion and barely opened. But, he wasn't through exploring her yet; the foreplay fantasy wasn't ready to enfold into the reality of lovemaking. He didn't know whether he'd ever find himself with Nicolette, and he wasn't going to waste this chance with her. He felt, in a way, that he was auditioning for the role of her lover. After slipping off the single garment she wore, the pink sundress, Stephen lowered his head. He ran his lips across her belly, and a fantasy about lapping aged scotch from her belly stole through his mind. 

Nicolette's chest rose and fell as he slowly removed her shoes. There was a slight movement to her midsection, as though she was subconsciously making love. He pressed her slender foot to his cheek, as he had done in the wine cellar, and began massaging her feet. She wasn't a perfect being – her skin was too pale and she was too thin – but she was flawless in Stephen's eyes. He spent a long time massaging her feet before moving to taste the divine interior of Nicolette.

"Oh, Stephen . . . " sighed Nicolette emotionally. Her hands were in his hair again, but she wasn't guiding him. Instead, he felt his hair being twirled around her fingers, as she continuously whispered her wondrous pleasure. With his tongue and hands, Stephen brought Nicolette repeatedly to orgasm until she was shaking from the pleasure. Her body was vibrantly alive as though possessed, and Stephen knew it was time. He shifted Nicolette to the center of the bed, her vibrant skin fervent under his hands. Then, he situated the pillows to provide her maximum comfort. He kissed her, holding her tenderly, as he positioned himself.

"Is this okay?" He asked softly, and she nodded. She was very moist not only from his cunnilingus but also from her own desire, and he pushed forward with a soft moan of enjoyment. Nicolette gasped almost fearfully, and Stephen felt several quick releases against his penis. Her orgasms against his organ felt unbelievable, and he tenderly brushed sweat from her face. "You feel good," Stephen whispered as he maneuvered himself slowly, "real good." Leaning down, he kissed Nicolette without interrupting the pace of their lovemaking. She was tight but not so much that it was painful or difficult to move. And, she was moist but not sloppy. More than that, though, she was so warm inside, and Stephen thought about how lucky her babies would be living inside of her warm body. An odd thought that reminded Stephen that he was not wearing a condom. "Yeah," he continued, as though agreeing with a thought in his head, "your little body fits me . . . I love your little body underneath me."

"I love feeling so full," Nicolette whispered breathlessly. "I've never been so full!"

"I love filling you so full." Stephen's whole being was shaking with the sensations of being inside of this girl. They were kissing again, their lips tender and their tongues exploring. Stephen lifted Nicolette slightly to reach behind her. "I want to hold you." He felt a rush of love along with his pending orgasm. "Oh, Nicolette, I love you!"

"I love you too, Stephen," Nicolette softly returned. Then, she said no more, wrapping her arms around his back and soon he felt her kneading his flesh with ever-increasing intensity. He could feel her cunt tighten and continued to kiss and make love to her, feeling his own build up but not allowing the release. At his age, Stephen had good control of his orgasms and wanted to continue with Nicolette until they climaxed together. 

"You're going to come, Nicolette," Stephen whispered assuredly, his breath uneven and husky from lovemaking and the closeness of coming. The thought of her coming drew an even harder response from his body. "Yeah, baby, you're going to come for me."

"Oh, yes!" She was so tense, and her eyes were shut tightly, a pained expression pinching her angelic face together. It was so erotic for him. Then, Nicolette's body thrust itself wildly, and Stephen felt her releases squeeze out his own orgasm. He held her tighter, wanting to kiss her, but she shook her head frantically from side to side. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" She repeated the word at least a dozen times, and each time Stephen felt her release. When it was over, Stephen removed his flaccid organ from Nicolette's pussy, but stayed by her side, stroking and watching her, loving her although the sexual passion was gone. Yes, this was real. Beneath his hands, Stephen felt Nicolette shaking from the physical shock of taking his oversized member in her hot hole, as well as her own powerful orgasms. Then, she laughed uncomfortably, her face red. "I-I'm dripping from my orgasm . . . "

"Nicolette, that's my sperm leaving your body. I didn't use a condom." Looking down, he saw the most delicious cream pie. Despite all his sexual experience, he had never fucked without a condom and never saw a cream pie before. His gooey sperm dripping from Nicolette's tight vagina was one of the prettiest sights he'd ever seen.

Nicolette looked at Stephen contemplating. Then, she said, "I may be willing to marry you and give you what you want."

"What do I want?" Stephen smiled tenderly.

"You want a carbon copy of my mother. You want to be monogamously married to a woman with a flawless reputation who will produce you heirs, a woman you can put on display at stuffy societal events without her previous sexual exploits livening up the otherwise monotonous conversation. I can give you that." Nicolette shrugged indifferently. "You think I've spent half my life in psychiatric institutions, but you're wrong. My reputation in the community is as untainted as that of a celibate. I graduated from high school at fourteen and spend my summers volunteering for a multitude of charities. As far as anyone knows, my personal life revolves around the church my family attends. The descriptions attached to me are as perfect as they are boring."

"I can give you what you want, too."

"I know you can. The room off your wine cellar would make an excellent dwelling for my little slave, not to mention the things I haven't been able to afford – a bondage-ready sex swing, the electrical unit and toys galore for electrosex, a steel head cage . . .'

As Nicolette continued to relay her wish list of bizarre sexual devices, most of which Stephen had only the faintest knowledge about, a wide smile spread across his handsome face. His cock began to harden, and Nicolette's slave toys had nothing to do with the arousal. Rather, he had slipped into a sadistic fantasy of informing his ex-girlfriend and her redneck husband he was going to marry their eighteen-year-old daughter . . . 



Nicolette Ch. 02



Chapter Two

After that raining night in May, Nicolette never returned to her hole-in-the-wall apartment near NYU or lived with her parents again. Stephen promptly hired a tow service to haul Felicity's totaled rattletrap of a vehicle to a local wrecking garage for disposal and a moving crew gather up Felicity and Nicolette's belongings. By the following weekend, the two females had moved lock, stock, and barrel into his two homes. And Nicolette, that nasty dominatrix, immediately set about constructing her elaborate torture chamber in his Pocono Mountains' retreat. Ordered via the Internet and charged to Stephen's platinum credit card, items that required inconspicuous brown packaging began flowing in daily. And, although the items were addressed to Stephen, the contents belonged to Mistress Nicolette.

Upon hearing the news that Stephen wanted to marry his daughter, Nicolette's father tossed aside his doctorate decorum and reverted to his redneck ways, taking off his leather belt and beating Stephen off his Pocono Mountains' property. While Stephen could find no humor in remembering it, Nicolette would explode in fits of uncontrollable laughter at the slightest mention of the incident. The image of the middle-aged billionaire screaming and running for his life, being chased by a violently cursing middle-aged baby doctor struck most of Nicolette's silly girlfriends as hysterical too. Perhaps in time, Stephen thought he might feel the same way, but the feel of leather against his retreating buttocks was still too vivid.

A few weeks after the whipping incident, Nicolette's parents cooled down enough to meet Stephen in Manhattan for litchi martinis and a long, lecturing conversation. In the end, they acknowledged there was nothing they could do about the relationship. And, while Nicolette's mother, his ex-girlfriend, still turned his heart to jelly, Stephen resisted the urge to melodramatically confess his feelings. It was relatively easy to do, given that she was distant and cold to him now. Stephen wasn't an unscrupulous man, and his ex-girlfriend's animosity stirred up immeasurable guilt. For weeks, in the dark, in his sleep, his moral conscious would speak, and he would wake up, shaking, his sheets drenched with sweat. His stomach would be churning and he would make haste for the toilet, ridding himself of that evening's dinner. After a while he grew comfortable with himself again and the anxiety attacks ceased.

Since the evening he had become entangled in sadomasochism, Stephen spent numerous hours researching the topic to better understand the Nicolette and Felicity's bizarre relationship. And, many of his inherit realization regarding Nicolette were validated. In normal sadomasochistic relationships, the submissive had a word she used to let the dominant know the pain level had slipped into unbearable, but Nicolette provided Felicity no such outlet, and any protest from the slave drove Nicolette from sadist to the brink of murderess. Far and few between were the times he heard Felicity complain to Nicolette about the treatment, and Stephen had to accept that Nicolette's relationship with Felicity was more willing human toy than submissive. The person who should have had the control, Felicity, had none, and Nicolette's control meant that the treatment was too often dangerous. Stephen remembered when, arriving home from work one evening, he found Felicity alone in the Manhattan brownstone; bound so tight with ropes that her arms and breasts had turned blue. He didn't know how long Nicolette had been away, but she didn't return for another two hours. Then, to his horror, she began to rant and rave at him for unbinding Felicity! When he attempted to explain the dangers involved in leaving a bound person alone, Nicolette refused to listen. But, while she never admitted making the poor judgment decision, she also never repeated the performance. But, the binding incident was just one of many insanely dangerous stunts Nicolette pulled toward Felicity.

The outside world didn't know of Nicolette's slave any more than they knew Nicolette's true personality. The old adage about a man wanting a lady when the sun is up and a whore when it goes down fit Stephen perfectly. As Nicolette had predicted, he enjoyed showing her off at upscale, uptight, upper West Side soirees. She was knowledgeable on a variety of subjects, from world politics to celebrity sightings and everything in between. With her genius intelligence, she easily mingled with the wealthy executives' wives, and Stephen quickly realized that she took sadistic sexual pleasure manipulating the socialites, 'the ladies who lunch', with her false personification. Beneath demure designer dresses, she wore no panties and was virtually dripping wet from the sadistic manipulation. After the parties were through and the door closed on their chauffeur-driven stretch limousine, Nicolette would demand nasty sex while the black vehicle sped toward their brownstone in the Battery. And, her mouth was so foul; spewing out lustful obscenities as Stephen did a jackrabbit number on her. "I love it when you pound me like a street whore!" "Make me pay for being such a liar!" It quickly got to the point where seeing a mere invitation made him hot and insatiably horny for the psychosexual girl.

But, Nicolette was a little girl in many ways. Instead of seeking honesty and deeper meaning in life, she chose deception and manipulation, perhaps the cornerstones of emotional immaturity. And, she was extremely jealous and thought almost every female Stephen associated with was a former lover or someone he was looking to screw. After interrupting a business meeting between Stephen and a very attractive female advertising executive, Nicolette became incensed that Stephen was having an affair and no amount of logical conversation could convince her otherwise. Given her penchant for manipulation, he wondered if her jealousy was just an elaborate performance, but he couldn't imagine any person being capable of pulling off such a convincing show. In their Manhattan brownstone, agonizing tears turned black from mascara ran down the teenager's white face, and she couldn't speak coherently through the hiccuping, childlike sobs. Then, she began hyperventilating, bending over at the waist and breathing too deeply. Seeing the woman he loved in such a pitiful condition stirred up every sympathetic emotion in him. He would have done or said anything to make Nicolette's self-inflicted agonies go away and make her well.

There was definite element of father-and-daughter in their relationship, and Stephen knew it. When she didn't understand or was confused, she looked to him for guidance, her big ebony eyes shining on him with childish hero worship. And, it was his protective, fatherly feelings toward her that gave him the infinite patience needed to handle her countless psychological disorders. But, beneath the surface was the constant vomit he swallowed knowing that Nicolette could have – should have – been his daughter. Legal incest, it excited as much as repulsed him. Stephen thought about Nicolette constantly, obsessed about her at work. Though he psychoanalyzed her like a pinned moth, he couldn't get over or see through her. She drove him insane, fascinated him with her every movement and kept him in constant suspense wondering what she would do next. One afternoon, he was thinking about how dishonest she was and began questioning whether he really knew her at all. So, he fabricated an excuse about not feeling well and spent time stalking his fiancée. 

She had told him that she was going to spend the day shopping, and he mentally recalled her favorite department stores – Saks Fifth Avenue, Bloomingdale's, Henri Bendel, and Macy's. After an exhausting search of Saks Fifth Avenue and Henri Bendel, he found her solo on the fourth floor of Bergdorf Goodman. Given the compact vastness of Manhattan and the number of haute couture shops available to Nicolette, it was nothing short of a small miracle that he found her. Ducking behind a rack of Narciso Rodriguez's dresses, his stomach tightened with tension, excited yet repulsed by what he was doing. He watched, with a strange, obsessive fascination, as Nicolette charged a slew of expensive designer outfits to his platinum credit card while discussing Jimmy Choo shoes with the salesclerk.

He thought about what he might discover, about the unknown elements to Nicolette, and his heart began racing with anxious tension. I'm too old for this, he thought. Either I trust the girl or I don't. He was about to give up the ghost when Nicolette turned in the opposite direction and made way toward an elevator. Looking down at his hands, they were shaking uncontrollably. "I'm having a nervous breakdown. I'm marrying a teenager that's going to eventually drive me into a mental institution." He walked down the stairs to the first floor of Bergdorf's on weak, wobbly legs. "And, I'm talking to myself . . . in public." When he reached the bottom floor, Nicolette was already exiting the store. From inside Bergdorf Goodman's display window, he watched her place shopping bags in the back of his silver Maybach. Then, she drove away.

Running into the street, adrenaline forcing him forward, Stephen anxiously hailed a taxi. "Follow the silver Maybach, the silver luxury vehicle up there." He ordered breathlessly, plopping into the backseat of the yellow taxi. This request would have probably raised eyebrows anywhere else in America, but not in New York City. "There's something extra for you in it." The turban-clad driver slammed down hard on the gas pedal, peeling into traffic without checking first for safety. Several vehicles honked their annoyance, and Stephen was flung back against the backseat. 

Stephen could count on one hand the number of females he knew who enjoyed driving in New York City, and Nicolette was one of them. With all the skills of a professional racecar driver, she aggressively zigzagged her way through the heavy traffic, cutting off several taxis. Even in his frantic mental state, he couldn't help but be impressed by that rather unprecedented fete. But, the reckless maneuvering through midday, midtown Manhattan traffic did little to calm Stephen's nerves. By the time Nicolette arrived at her next destination, The Sea Grill on 49th Street, it was very difficult for him to breathe, and he was on the verge of putting his own head between his legs.

Looking elegant and unbelievably cool in the humid summer heat, Nicolette entered the restaurant while Stephen remained safely out of view, ducked down in the taxi. Once she was safely inside The Sea Grill, he settled the fair with the taxi driver, handing him a large bill. "Thanks, man. Keep the change." One of the greatest perks of wealth was witnessing the gratitude of others after throwing trifle amounts of coin to them. On that subject, Nicolette differed with Stephen. Surprisingly, she was genuinely caring toward the downtrodden. And, it was another morsel of his wealth, handed to the maitre de, which provided Stephen a discreet view of Nicolette's table. He buried his face behind a menu, ultimately ordering the same lunch as Nicolette.

He watched as she met up with a group of her unbelievably desirable NYU co-eds. She lunched on the house specialty lobster salad while planning her wedding with the gaggle of giggly girls. Then, the group of masturbation-worthy females, forks in hand, split a variety of luscious looking desserts – crème brulee, chocolate mouse, tiramasu, and poached pear Helene. When Nicolette asked for the check, his platinum credit card in hand, the waitress informed the group that the horny Oriental businessman waving to them from the bar had already taking care it. While the other co-eds thanked the businessman and engaged in some harmless flirting, Nicolette remained seated at the booth, looking calmly through wedding magazines.

A younger, much more desirable version of the ladies who lunch, Nicolette and her friends had forsaken the usual co-ed wardrobe of old, comfortable jeans, the mandatory oversized NYU sweatshirt, and Sketchers for innocent-looking pleaded skirts and button-up blouses. When the girls bid their farewells, embracing and giving sweet lip pecks, Stephen felt his cock give a strong twitch, and he imagined their little girly show had probably turned on most of the heterosexual males at The Seafood Grill. And, in his lovelorn eyes, Nicolette was the most beautiful of the beauties.

He thought that Nicolette had left the restaurant, but, when he stood to leave, he spotted her talking to the Oriental businessman at the bar. His heart leaped to his chest and froze. Oh, God! Nicolette's face was flushed and animated, and she was moving her hands about wildly while she spoke. The horny businessman was smiling broadly, intently listening to her. It was too much, and Stephen felt his body shake uncontrollably. Was this place, The Seafood Grill, their rendezvous location? No wonder he picked up the check and she ignored him while her friends were around! Oh God! He moved in to confront Nicolette, but she was too engrossed in the other man to notice him.

"I'm sorry," she was saying, "but I'm not really all that familiar with Manhattan myself, otherwise I'd love to show you around. I'm from Iowa and just recently moved here myself to be with my fiancée. He lives in the Bronx." 

Such a liar! Stephen thought, feeling the familiar sexual stirring that her lies brewed in him. Damn her for slipping sex into her deception!

"Oh, in that case, maybe I could show you around," the horny Oriental businessman pressed, still smiling at Stephen's fiancée like a ravenous person looking over menu options at a five-star restaurant. "I'm sure your boyfriend wouldn't mind. He's working, isn't he? Wouldn't even take the time to show his woman around the greatest city in the world . . . "

"Actually, I would," Stephen interrupted jerkily. Testosterone was pumping strong through him, and he wanted to punch the other man, to watch his face fly to the side and blood splatter from his mouth.

Nicolette turned, and her face lit up with insuppressible surprise and pleasure. Without questioning why he was at The Seafood Grill, she threw her arms gleefully about his neck, giggling happily. Without another word to the horny Oriental businessman, Stephen escorted Nicolette out of the restaurant.

It took several days for Stephen's dimmed psychological state to recover from stalking his fiancée. The incident left him insecure, even though her behavior had been completely benign. Perhaps, he thought, it would have been better if I had caught her in a compromising situation. I wouldn't be so confused about myself and about her. Confused, that was a good word for Nicolette's effect on him. He had stared obsessively at her during their first encounter, and now he had spent an afternoon spying on her. What was it about his ex-girlfriend's daughter that caused this continued obsession?

That August he married Nicolette in his hometown of Tarrytown, New York, at The Castle on the Hudson in a. lavish ceremony. And, it was fitting that Nicolette's slave girl, Felicity, was attendance as well, not as the maid of honor or even a bridesmaid. Rather, Nicolette permitted her to sit in a back pew after stuffing a plastic, white remote control egg deep in her ass, the retrieval wire sticking out. Whenever Nicolette desired, she could turn the knob on the remote control and provide Felicity surprised stimulation. Stephen loathed admitting that the sweet, torturous secret between the three of them made his wedding reception an especially stimulating affair.

When he took a small turn around the dance floor with Felicity, Stephen couldn't help but ask, his brown eyes twinkling with lustful mischief, "Are you having a nice time?"

"Yes," Felicity breathed, flushed and in the midst of her umpteenth orgasm that day. "Oh, yes . . . "

"Is she working you now?" He knew the answer, but wanted Felicity to say it. 

"Yes. Oh, yes!"

There were times like that moment, when Nicolette's psychosexual disorder made him painfully erect. Since taking financial responsibility for the . . . the . . . young lady – he still couldn't put an exact label of definition on Felicity and Nicolette's relationship – Felicity had transformed into something moderately attractive. Veneers covered her crooked teeth, and hair highlights softened her masculine facial features. And, the short hair was growing out rather well. More than any other single physical feature, Stephen's biggest turn off was a short, 'dyke' haircuts.

Stephen was thinking about all this, obsessing about Nicolette as usual, when she boarded their private jet, honeymoon bound for southern Florida. There were more romantic and exotic locations in the world, he knew, but his wedding gift to Nicolette was in southern Florida – a secluded beachfront spread with two thoroughbreds and an Irish Setter.

It was so fashionable for young aristocrats to travel with their pets, and Nicolette was no exception. At the end of a choke chain was Felicity. Aside from brown knee padding, doggy ears, and a felt tail that protruded from her posterior, Felicity was bare ass. Nicolette had obviously switched the playful egg for the dog tail. And, never one to leave an orifice neglected, the end of something rubbery covered Felicity's labia.

Stephen looked up at his wife, elegantly dressed in clothing far beyond her eighteen years and dripping with Tiffany's diamonds. Releasing her slave pet, Nicolette moved onto Stephen's lap and contently rested her head against his rapid-beating chest. She sighed with happiness.

"Mrs. Bonatelli," Stephen whispered dreamily, spreading her legs wide across his lap with his hands. When Nicolette's legs were draped outside either side of his legs, he began messaging her upper thighs, pushing her dress around her waist. She never wore panties, and, after a few minutes, he felt the warmth of her sex on his pant legs. They were sitting on the bed, with Felicity kneeling on the floor watching them with obvious jealousy. She had spent the wedding and following reception in a constant state of arousal, and the dozens of small, toy-induced orgasms left her longing for a final, very intense, orgasm. It would temporarily bank all her needs.

Stephen moved Nicolette against the sheets. During the past few months, he had discovered that Nicolette's favorite sexual act was cunnilingus, and Stephen loved the satisfaction of giving it to her, the person he loved most in the world.

He had seen some scary looking vaginas in his day, Felicity's included, and some cute ones as well, but none that compared to Nicolette's. Her pale pink slit was tiny and delicate looking; there was nothing gaping about his wife. When Stephen gently pushed the butterfly folds of her sweet labia apart, her opening was still small but a darker pink. Her pink sex tunnel was the most expressive, orgasmic vagina he had ever been inside. And, she was unbelievably tight, so warm and moist. Whenever he saw his sperm exiting from that amazing sex slit, it was almost unbearably beautiful. And he thought constantly about how he had never seen his sperm form a cream pie, Nicolette being his first unprotected sex partner. And her asshole opening was perfectly puckered and still innocent.

Stephen licked around Nicolette's clit before attacking the sensitive instrument directly. Two fingers were able to enjoy the warmth of Nicolette's interior now, and he worked the fingers in a slow, rhythmic motion. As her breathing increased, so did his strokes, and the circular movement of his tongue of her clit. "Get the silver dish," Nicolette gasped, a terrific orgasm threatening. "Hurry, my love, get the silver dish! Oh, hurry!"

At his wife's request, Stephen had placed a silver dog bowl within easy reach, on the compact dresser beside the bed. He placed it in her frantically flailing, outstretched hand, and she promptly put the bowl beneath her, raising off the bed slightly. Then, supporting herself with one hand, she aided Stephen in messaging her clitoris and bringing about the squirting orgasm. The liquid from the squirt dribbled down Nicolette's pussy and into the waiting dog dish. Using a single hand, Stephen moved the dish onto the floor in an absentminded fashion. His attention was concentrated on Nicolette, as she was already releasing the erection from his pants. Then, without hesitation, she leaned down and began bobbing frantically on his man meat. He gasped, surprised by the suddenness of it all.




Nicolette Ch. 02



He watched her lovingly, stroking her dark hair with a hand. The first time she went down, she had scraped her teeth against the side of his massive erection – excruciating! But, Stephen patiently said nothing, and Nicolette quickly developed into one nice little cocker sucker. It was more than the physical sensations stemming from the mechanics of giving a blow job that Stephen loved about Nicolette's blow job. Sucking a good cock was an art form that Nicolette had mastered. More than any one thing, he loved the way she looked up at him with loving ebony eyes, his fat cock head sucked into her mouth and playing against her perfectly-formed full lips. It was an image worthy of masturbation.

"She's mine . . . she's mine. The daughter is mine." Stephen whispered. It was quiet in the room, only the sounds of Nicolette sucking and Felicity lapping up her master's squirt. In true doggy fashion, Felicity was not permitted to stand or use her hands, and she had pushed the bowl into a corner, banging the dish against some noisy object in an effort to retrieve the last delicious drops of Nicolette's squirt juice. Stephen closed his eyes as Nicolette worked his entire length down her throat! Her mouth was warm, and she moved a hand below her mouth, stroking the shaft as she continued to deep throat his entire offering. Faster each time, she performed this feat of magic on his ten-inch cock, sucking the climax out of his tool. 

"Love you!" Stephen jerked his body against the pending orgasm, tears forming in his brown eyes, and Nicolette withdrew her mouth. He looked down at his wife questioningly. While he preferred trying to impregnate her by ejaculating in her cunt, Nicolette often had sinister plans. She signaled him to sit on the side of the bed then motioned for Felicity. Like an obedient pet, Felicity opened her mouth and waited while Nicolette jerked Stephen's seed into it. Then, after swallowing the ejaculation, she kept her mouth open while Nicolette wiped her husband's cock clean.

"Did you really purchase beachfront property for me?" Nicolette asked dreamily, turning her attention immediately elsewhere. Stephen nodded eager to please his wife, bring about her approval.

"I showed you the photographs. Do you want to see them again? It has two horses, just like you wanted, a private beach, and a dog."

A puzzled expression came to Nicolette. "Who's going to take care of the pets when we're not there?"

"The previous owner hired the neighbor, who lives a few miles away, to take care of the animals. And the realtor hooked us up with the same arrangement. Some widower, I guess, with a young daughter. It's my understanding that the daughter is actually going to be the caretaker; the father drives her to the place, although the father is the one on my payroll. I guess we'll figure it all out when we get there."

"Very interesting," Nicolette murmured in a tone that set off warning bells in his head. "Horses and a dog, did you say? Oh my!" 



Nicolette Ch. 03



Fourteen-year-old Zoey couldn't tear her eyes away from Nicolette. Three people had entered the barn – Nicolette, Felicity, and Stephen – but only Nicolette had Zoey's attention. Her heart beat with the uneasy certainty of a pending death; Zoey was temporarily immobilized, paralyzed with fear. Vampires aren't real, she tried rationalizing, but it didn't work. The woman – Nicolette – looked exactly like one! Long, jet-black hair, eyes so black the pupils were indistinguishable. And, Zoey had never before seen such a pale face – the woman looked undead! And her facial features – as perfect as indescribable. Just a face -- no moles, freckles, wrinkles, or any of the other imperfections that indicated mortality.

"You must be the animal caretaker, the groom." The gothic female spoke in a sweet, comforting voice that contrasted the physical appearance. She extended a long, slender hand with well-manicured fingernails. Other than the pasty color, there was nothing terrifying about her hands. On one finger, the largest diamond wedding ring Zoey had ever seen.

Trying to decide between the self-preservation instinct to back away and the good manners instructing her to swallow the fear and be polite, Zoey stammered breathlessly, "Y-Yes . . . I take care of the horses and the dog."

Just then, Zoey's father appeared, as though he had been miraculously and telepathically signaled that his daughter needed him, and he had driven to the rescue. Zoey and her father's modest home without an ocean view was a few miles away from this place, a classic Italian-style farmhouse with three private, oceanfront acres. With a resounding, "Hello everyone" and extended hand, Zoey's father greeted Stephen, Nicolette, and Felicity. Her father's confidence and seeming disregard for the fact that there was a vampire in the midst amazed and comforted Zoey. And, she gradually relaxed, although she still didn't trust Nicolette and kept a safe distance from her.

With her father firmly in control of the conversation, Zoey felt herself fading into the background. With the newfound anonymity, she looked curiously at Stephen and Felicity. Stephen – he was a fox! Tall, tanned, impeccably dressed, he reminded her of a favorite public school teacher, only older and much wealthier. She wanted the billionaire immediately and jealous hatred mixed with the fear she felt toward his wife. It was blatantly obvious that Stephen was older than his wife was, but the sight of them together wasn't perverted, as Zoey grudgingly acknowledged that Nicolette carried herself gracefully, with an air of savoir-faire well beyond her age. Nicolette's slender, curvy figure had a catlike appearance, all the plump skin of youth gone and replaced by a taut, sleek countenance. But, Zoey thought Nicolette was too pale and thin with disproportionately large breasts and wondered why desirable Stephen had married that girl, that vampire. As for Felicity, she barely registered in Zoey's mind, except for the thought that it was strange to bring an extra female along on a honeymoon. 

Zoey's father was introducing the trio to the animals and chatting aimlessly about the area. This luxurious Florida estate was Stephen's wedding present to his gothic wife. Purchased sight unseen, it was the first time the newlyweds had stepped foot on the property. Of course, they wouldn't be familiar with the animals. Zoey felt a little guilty hiding behind her father, since she was the one responsible for the year-round care of the animals. But, between the freight and animosity she felt toward Nicolette and the sugar daddy attraction she felt for Stephen, Zoey was very intimidated.

After all the necessary information regarding the three animals had been passed down to Stephen, Zoey's father made up a hasty excuse about having a prior engagement, and the father and daughter departed. After she was sure they were out of ear reach of the trio, Zoey asked, "Daddy, is she a vampire?"

"No, honey. She's just from New York City."

After Zoey and her father left, Nicolette let out a deep breath of relief. She turned dark eyes to Felicity; the edges of her mouth turned upward in a vicious little sneer. "Now, my little pet, it is time for some rules."

Felicity blinked quickly, shuttering deeply. Wordlessly, without instruction, she lowered herself to a hands-and-knees position before Nicolette. There, she waited with wide eyes transfixed to a spot on the barn floor. Since Stephen had come into her relationship with Nicolette, Felicity's role had been demoted from submissive, abused girlfriend to well-groomed, sexual plaything. It surprised Felicity how easily she had adapted to her new role. And, while she missed the intimacy of a monogamous lesbian relationship with Nicolette, the triangular relationship offered her the controlled, cruel dominance that her submissively demented mind craved. She desperately longed to feel Stephen's thick, ten-inch dick down her throat again, spreading her mouth wide and gagging her throat. Nicolette had permitted it on that first evening but, since then, kept Felicity's contact with Stephen mostly limited to cum swallowing. Felicity wasn't physically attracted to Stephen, but she was sexually attracted to that well-hung instrument between his legs, and his thin veil of cruel indifference toward her was shockingly arousing. And, it was just a thin veil of cruel indifference, Felicity knew. Stephen had a thread of control over Nicolette and used it as the voice of reason whenever Nicolette's treatment toward her turned malevolent. It wasn't that Nicolette intentionally meant to hurt her, Felicity had always understood that; it was just that sometimes, in the heat of the moment, the teenager lacked the maturity to refrain from losing complete control. Before Stephen's presence in their relationship, Nicolette frequently whipped Felicity until the skin broke and blood would bubble up against the strap marks. And the sight of her blood enraged Nicolette, drawing Nicolette to the psychotic conclusion that she was bleeding intentionally! Oh, God . . . Thank God for Stephen! For Felicity, her new triangular relationship was as complex as it was comforting and lascivious.

"Such a good girl," Nicolette's sweet mockery drew Felicity out of her thoughts. "My rules for you aren't that difficult, since Stephen doesn't enjoy watching you suffer as much as I. You are to remain undressed and on all fours whenever we are here. You are to address me as Mistress Nicolette and my husband as Master Stephen. You are to be continuously available to either of us and unquestioningly comply to our every wish, no matter how insignificant or bizarre they may be."

"It will be as you command, Mistress Nicolette," Felicity managed through her breathlessness, her heart beating rapidly. Oh, how easily she found it to adjust to her new life of sexual torture, how sweet and delicious! She could feel heat and moisture gathering around her sex, and she leaned slightly to kiss her Mistress Nicolette's stetto-clad feet.

While Felicity's homosexuality might be considered abnormal is certain circles, she shared the same insecurities about bearing her body as most women Stephen knew. And, it was amusing for him to watch Felicity scurry about uncomfortably naked, ducking behind furniture and other large objects to keep hidden. To make the suffering even worse, creative dominatrix Nicolette put remote control vibrating balls in both of her orifices. It was funny for Stephen to watch the insignificant guttersnipe scamper from room to room, the visibility of her internal objects constantly changing. When Felicity caught Stephen amusing himself at her expense, she cast him a hateful glance before backing ass-first into a corner to hide her stuffed openings from his view. That was too much for the billionaire, and he roared with laughter, holding his sides. Felicity's face turned red and tears filled her eyes. To further humiliate her pet, Nicolette showed Stephen how to work the remote, detailing how to read Felicity's face and decrease stimulation whenever she drew too close to orgasm, preventing the release. Stephen and Nicolette spent hours, like teenagers with a new video game, playing with their human sex toy, completely disregarding that Felicity was, in fact, a human being. Felicity begged for permission to cum, pleaded and kissed their feet, but the masochistic duo never allowed it, and Felicity fell to sleep that night still suffering, with a parched, desperate ache inside of her.

Stephen woke up in the middle of the night to find something preventing him from fully stretching out his legs. "Jesus, Nicolette, does it have to sleep with us?"

Nicolette looked at the bottom of the bed to find Felicity. At her master's instruction, she was back in the dog costume, complete with the choke collar, brown ears, and tail. In her cunt were two dildos of ordinary size and girth, pressing together and vying for room in the stuffed den. Felicity had curled into a dog-like position and fallen asleep at the foot of their bed. Playfully, Nicolette admonished her husband. "Oh, stop! She's hardly taking up any space at all! Besides, she looks cute and you know it!"

"I can think of something cuter," Stephen huskily suggested before diving under the covers to have the sort of midnight snack you wouldn't find on any five-star menu. The resentful look Felicity had cast him earlier put Stephen in a competitive mood and he wanted to remind the insignificant tool who could make Nicolette squirt.

"No, my love," Nicolette whispered urgently. "Please, Stephen . . . put it in me."

"You don't want to cum this way?" This was a first for Nicolette, choosing penetration over cunnilingus.

"Get it in me," she begged, panting lustfully now. "Please, Stephen, get – it – in – me!" And, as soon as he entered her, she began bucking her hips wildly, slapping her flesh against his. "Harder . . . Oh, Stephen, my love, harder . . . Oh, Stephen, how I need it harder!"

Overcome with a beast-like lust of his own, Stephen growled low in his throat, picking Nicolette off the bed without removing his massive organ from her tight incubator. He held her by the hips, and she fell back until she was almost horizontal. Ebony hair fell down to the carpeted floor. She was so thin, barely a hundred pounds; he scarcely felt Nicolette's weight in his strong arms. And he began masturbating himself with her, his strong hands vigorously slamming his super-sized cock deeply in and out of her firm, young sex cavity. Nicolette's hair was wildly propelled in every direction by the manic sex. 

"Yuh, yuh." The frantic pace made it impossible for Nicolette to form a word. Stephen couldn't initially tell whether she was enjoying the fuck or he was hurting her. Then, he felt the strong constriction and release of her orgasms against his dick. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead onto Nicolette's exposed belly as he continued to use his wife to masturbate. He had never seen his wife so insanely horny and the thought that seeing her little plaything nude all day might have played a bearing on her mood passed quickly through his head. Then, he bit pursed lip determinedly, conjuring up every bit of self-control his age and vast sexual experience provided to prevent his cock from ejaculating along with his wife's pumping orgasm. The fuck, so untamable bestial, was too good to quit – visually, as well as physically. But, as Nicolette's expressive sex organ continued to constrict and release, the response was unwillingly drawn out of his swelled organ.

"Oh!" Stephen cried out, half in shock at the way she had forced his fluid and half in rapture. He felt cum shoot deep inside her hot hole, which had become sloppy and noisy from her own powerful orgasms.

Once his seed had been completely delivered, Stephen lovingly picked up his wife, holding her tenderly against his chest. "Shit, you're going to give me a heart attack," he gasped breathlessly, struggling to get the air into his lungs. "I'm too old for you." His legs were shaking as badly as they had the first time he made love to her. The hand he lifted to wipe the sweat-soaked hair from his wife's forehead was shaking severely. To him, Zoey's description of Nicolette was unfathomable. To him, she was a visually perfect being. "At least I'll die with a smile on my face."

She looked up at him, eyes brilliantly gleaming, illuminated by the glow of a good, multi-orgasm fuck. "Oh, God, Stephen, how do you make me come so hard? How do you do it?"

A banging sound caught Stephen's attention, and he turned toward it. Against one of the sides of the four poster, mahogany bed frame, Felicity was driving herself hard, pushing the dildos out of her cunt using stomach muscles then, using a bedpost, driving them back in. Her eyes were closed, and she was muttering incoherently, an orgasm racking her body. No one can get you off like yourself, Stephen thought, grinning wickedly.

"Oh, you bad girl!" Nicolette laughed. "You must be punished!" Nicolette touched her husband's hand, indicating that she wanted down, and he obliged her. Then, after covering herself with a robe, she attached the matching leash to Felicity's colorful Louis Vitton choke collar. She led Felicity out of the bedroom.

The middle of the night is no deterrent for my psychosexual wife when it comes to punishing poor Felicity, Stephen thought dismally, throwing on a dark plaid Polo robe and following after them. The only difference between Felicity and me that I scamper along without pricey Louis Vitton accessories, Stephen mused as he caught up with the duo on the stairs.

Nicolette led Felicity into the dining room. Then, she addressed her husband. "Undress my disobedient slave, remove all the objects from her holes, and put her on the dining room table."

"I plan on eating on the table tomorrow," Stephen protested dismally, a wretched expression.

"God, I hate men," Felicity muttered, causing Nicolette to laugh as she left the room.

"Your master is going to kill me one of these days," Stephen confided to Felicity once they were alone. He bent down and began removing the dog paraphernalia.

"When?" Felicity asked hopefully.

"About five minutes before she kills you." Having rid her of the canine apparatuses, Stephen carefully rid Felicity's cunt of dueling dildos. It was still a rather unpleasant task, but nowhere near as loathsome a chore as on that first night. Using Nicolette's stylist and Stephen's platinum credit card, Felicity's pubic hair had been completely removed, except for a cute "N" shape above the slit to honor her beloved master. Leaning down further, Stephen placed an outstretched hand on one of Felicity's ass cheeks. He felt the smooth, apple-like texture and his cock's hard response. Then, drawing his hand together, he gathered up the fatty flesh of Felicity's ass. She gasped, and from his angle, Stephen could see the slave's pussy pulsate and the cum that was forced out. Her asshole opening was as massacred as ever. Lifting his hand, he delivered a resounding whack on the slave's ass and watched delightfully as his red handprint formed on her bare ass.

"Get up here." He pointed to the tabletop, his expression blank. Felicity obeyed, crawling first on a chair then onto the table, mimicking canine movements. Stephen smiled and absentmindedly patted her head. Felicity tried giving Stephen a reproachful look but failed; it was all there, reflected in her eyes. Dismissing the insignificant tool from his mind, Stephen left to find his wife.

Nicolette was in the kitchen, at the sink, pouring a measured amount of liquid Castile soap over water. As Stephen wrapped his arms around her from the back, he noticed the basin she was filling with the vegetable oil based soap concoction. A thermometer in the water indicated a temperature in the low 100s. He pressed his erection into her. "Wouldn't you rather punish me?" He murmured suggestively against her ear and watched her shivered response. She backed slightly into his hardness, moving suggestively. "Or maybe I should punish you, hmmm?"

"You just punished me," Nicolette replied, emphatically turning off the warm water. "And, I loved it!" With basin in hand, she turned around to face him, grinning and dark eyes twinkling lustfully. "But, after punishing my disobedient bitch, I know I'm going to need another dosage of your dick." Their eyes locked, and Nicolette's expression changed. The lust faded, replaced with deep, soulful love. "Oh, Stephen . . . " And, Stephen removed the object from her hand, wrapped his arms around her, and placed his head on top of hers. They swayed together, moving to nonexistent music. God, how he loved this bizarre woman-child!

"Felicity!" Nicolette gasped, remembering her bitch. She pushed Stephen away with the palms of her hands. "Oh, you make me forgetful! I am going to the dining room, away from my distraction! When the white wine on the stove reaches 105 degrees, bring it in." With that, Nicolette gave him a playful smack on the behind and left with the soapy water basin.

A few minutes later, Stephen followed Nicolette with the vessel of white wine. He looked around the room, taking in the IV stand next to the table where Felicity waited patiently. The willing slave had been moved into a doggie style position, with her elbows and knees on the table and buttocks proudly displayed high in the air. Her head was down, and Stephen saw the worried expression.

Nicolette had somehow managed to transport a three-shelf steel medical cart to Florida. He knew that eventually wondering how she managed it would drive him to distraction, but he was too intrigued to delve into a full-blown Nicolette obsession at that particular moment. On the cart, she had placed the soapy water basin. There were also petite bottles of peppermint and lavender oils, as well as a couple of hot pink latex enema bags, a wrapped-up silicon hose, and a multitude of other enema paraphernalia.

And, then there was The Vibrator. The Vibrator – an instrument so impressive to Nicolette that she gave it a formal name. Stephen wasn't unfamiliar with a vibrator; he had used them in the past to bring about quick or heightened female orgasms or to assist faceless women who had troubles achieving fulfillment through penetration and cunnilingus. But, Stephen had always used the inexpensive, battery-powered numbers. He had no idea that vibrators could be so expensive and high-tech! The Vibrator was made of a rubber jelly substance, and it was not particularly long or thick. It came with a clit attachment that looked – interesting enough – like a rabbit. Stephen wondered why the manufacturer had chosen a rabbit shape for the clit attachment – and not a grinning Cheshire pussycat or a phallus shape. Anyway, The Vibrator not only vibrated but it also swiveled, which, when activated, gave the instrument a look of possession. But, it was the way that Nicolette attached the high tech fuck device to a computer that astonished Stephen, using just a simple serial port. Then, from anywhere she desired, Nicolette could use the satellite connection on her laptop, and vibrate and swivel the orgasms right out of her submissive slut! And, the slave's torment wasn't limited to Nicolette's command; anonymous subscribers to the site could also operate the instrument, at Nicolette's approval, of course. And, the instrument came with a handy wireless remote control, so Nicolette could buzz Felicity's hot hole from across the room. Stephen knew that if he lived to be a hundred, he'd never forget the time Mistress Nicolette fastened The Vibrator to Felicity and, using the remote, discreetly fucked the hell out of her while the trio dined seemingly innocently at Sushi-Ann on 51st Street in Manhattan. God, it had been hot watching Felicity squirm about, trying not to cry out against the thundering fulfillment! And, it turned Nicolette on as well . . . Oh, the memories . . . His psychosexual Nicolette loved slipping sex into every crevice of his life, just as she loved slipping instruments into every crevice of her sex slave!




Nicolette Ch. 03



"Stop staring at The Vibrator and bring me the white wine." Nicolette interrupted his thoughts, as she stood at the medical cart. Stephen blinked and walked over to his wife.

"Alcohol is absorbed quicker into the intestines than in the stomach," he warned, placing the container of white wine on the cart.

She looked up, gave him a hateful glance. "Shut up. I'm the medical student."

Student, Stephen repeated to himself. Sometimes, Nicolette reminded him of an insane asylum resident who had taken over the sanitarium and Felicity was her willing patient. He leaned against the wall and watched his deranged wife pour equal amounts of wine and water into a large enema bag. Then, she added a few drops of both oils and shook the contents vigorously. All the while, she wore a calm, professional expression, her psychosexual bedside manner.

"Two quarts," she muttered. "I'm going to give my little fuck slave two quarts of my warm, sexually satisfying potion." Removing items from her medical cart, she installed the silicon hose, clamp, and large tip with an adjustable nozzle into the hot pink enema bag. Along with her enema sex toy, Nicolette grabbed lubricant off the medical cart and walked over to the apprehensively waiting Felicity. Staring down at the exposed ass, Nicolette frowned, then turned dark eyes to Stephen. "Did you slap my slave's ass?" She asked, giving him a bewildered look.

Stephen smiled sheepishly, blushing a little.

"Even it up," Nicolette instructed, pointing to the other ass cheek. Crossing the room, he waited until his wife had finished stimulating the senses on Felicity's butt by erotically brushing her fingertips all around the area. Then, Stephen delivered a resounding whap, and Felicity responded in the same manner as earlier, with a gasp and convulsive release of cum. Only, the added arousal of her master's touch brought forth significantly more cum. Laughing delightfully, Nicolette wiped at the goo, clearing it with a single finger. "Oh my God, Stephen, that was indescribably hot!" She breathed; her cheeks flushed red with heated desire. Walking to the front of Felicity, Nicolette lifted the slave's head and shoved Felicity's own cum down her throat. "I may have you fuck her cunt tonight. God, the thought of you inside her lesbian cunt, confusing, tormenting her, making her cum against all she thinks about men . . . "

"I don't think so," Stephen quickly countered. "You promised if I fucked her ass that first night, I wouldn't have to fuck her again." Although he was warming up to the little lesbian sex toy, Felicity wasn't the woman he wanted to put himself inside of, especially since it would involve wrapping his cock in a condom. Condom use was something that bachelors did, and he had vowed that first night with Nicolette to never slip on the uncomfortable second skin again.

"You're right, I did," Nicolette drew with exaggerated disappointment. "But, don't worry, my little love light Felicity, Stephen will come around eventually. For tonight, however, I am going to fill you up good. You're going to sleep like the beautiful slave princess you are and be sexually satisfied for days. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Y-Y-Yes, Mistress Nicolette," Felicity responded dubiously without lifting her head.

Nicolette placed the enema bag on the IV stand then turned to the obedient submissive. She rubbed and playfully spanked Felicity's reddened bottom. Then, using just the tips of her fingers and providing only the slightest, most erotic touch, Nicolette intimately stroked every inch of Felicity's posterior, using circular motions. The female plaything shivered, and Stephen watched the hair on the slave's arms stand on end. Felicity closed her eyes, a dreamy expression on her face. Then, Nicolette switched and began running the enema nozzle around Felicity's butt, causing the brown-haired woman's eyes to widen with terror of the pending procedure. Turning on the nozzle, Nicolette let the fluid run down Felicity's butt, down her leg. She lubricated the anal opening. Then, she gently inserted the tip, opening the ass with her free hand to do so.

"Oh," Felicity whispered, and Stephen watched as her exposed pussy opened and closed with rapture. She wiggled her butt against the foreign object, trying to take it deeper into herself. "Oh . . . yes, Mistress Nicolette!"

Nicolette slapped Felicity's bottom several times, very hard, with her free hand while keeping the enema tip firmly inserted in the slave's posterior. Felicity groaned her pleasure, still wiggling to enhance the stimulation. "Do you like it, hmmm?" Nicolette grinned down.

"Oh . . . I can feel it inside my belly. It feels so warm." Then, Felicity stopped wiggling and rested her submissive head. For a while, she was quiet, her eyes closed, and expression very peaceful. Then, her head shot up, eyes wide with terror. "I'm cramping," she gasped.

"A little more to go," Nicolette replied indifferently. Leaning forward, she began rubbing Felicity's belly. "Getting full in there?"

Felicity put her head back down, on her arm, and gripped her teeth together against the cramping pain. Her face was to his side, and Stephen could see her pained expression. "Cramping," she whispered between clenched teeth. "It hurts . . . "

"She looks like she's in an awful amount of pain," Stephen interjected. Reaching out, he joined Nicolette is messaging Felicity's belly, hoping that would help. 

Nicolette gave him a loving smile. "You do care for my stupid bitch."

"Well, I don't want her to die!"

Nicolette smiled again, keeping a watching eye on Felicity. "Are you feeling good and full?"

"Yes. Mistress Nicolette, I can't help it . . . It hurts so bad."

"Hold this," Nicolette instructed Stephen. Nicolette went to the enema bag and checked the contents. It was almost empty. Nicolette began massaging the bag, wanting to get every drop into the tortured slave's stuffed belly. Returning, she took the tube form Stephen.

"You're almost there," Stephen whispered to Felicity, rubbing her belly with one hand and gently stroking her hair with the other. "Almost there, sweetheart. You've almost taken it all . . . You're a good slave, good girl . . . Keep it up . . . " The warm, hypnotic tone to his voice surprised him.

"Ugh, Master Stephen, I'm cramping so bad," Felicity groaned.

"You're so full," Stephen replied, feeling the pressure against her belly. Was psychosexuality contagious, he wondered because watching Felicity's agony turned Stephen on, and his arousal repulsed him. And, in a circle on insanity, the repulsion aroused him. "Almost there . . . Mmmm . . . Take it all; you can do it." He wanted to stick his dick in her cunt while she struggled taking that cramping fluid into herself. The fantasy really turned him on. His hand in her hair began to shake. "Almost there . . . You're our beautiful princess slave; you can take it all. Such a good slave, a good slave . . . Take deep breaths . . . That's right, that's right . . . "

"Done," Nicolette announced, taking the instrument out of Felicity's bottom. And, Stephen watched as their slave continued suffering in silent torment, keeping the fluid inside her. Nicolette joined Stephen rubbing Felicity's protruded belly and the inadvertent brush of his wife's hand on his . . . His whole body began to shake with desire, and leaning over the slave, he kissed his wife while they lovingly rubbed their little pet. His tongue slipped into Nicolette's mouth; he so wanted inside his wife. God, he so melodramatically loved her! He had never loved the mother as much as he loved the daughter; it wasn't even comparable!

Nicolette pulled away, flushed face. "You're distracting me again!"

Stephen watched Nicolette leave the room, taking all the magic with her. She returned shortly with her favorite torture device, the cat-o'-nine-tails whip. Felicity groaned as the first slash of the whip came raining down on her. But, Nicolette's intent wasn't to provide her slave pain, Stephen quickly realized. She was toying, lightly slapping the anguished slave's backside and buttocks. He continued to comfort and stroke the slave while Nicolette used her cat-o-nine-tails on Felicity, carefully avoiding her husband's caressing hands. 

"Hold it in . . . Oh, you're such a good slave." Stephen continued to comfort Felicity. He could feel his painful, throbbing erection pushing against the Polo robe. When he lifted his impassioned eyes to his wife, she was giving him a loving smile. He didn't know why he kept rubbing Felicity's belly, except that it really turned him on. And, she seemed to enjoy it, whispering his name repeatedly. And, all the while, Nicolette's whip kept coming down. "Such a good slave . . . good girl . . . "

After five or ten minutes, Nicolette instructed Felicity to the bathroom to drain. With time, Stephen wanted to kiss and hold Nicolette, but she was busy taking temperatures and preparing a second enema bottle, using a scant amount of wine and significantly less soap. At the kitchen sink, Stephen kissed her neck, trying to get her attention, but she turned away from him, annoyed. Dejected, sexually frustrated, Stephen slouched back to the dining room.

Felicity was unsteadily returning from the bathroom. "Oh, Master Stephen," she slurred. "Oh, I'm so drunk! And, I tingle . . . everywhere!"

"I think you're about to get a second dosage," Stephen replied tightly, pointing to the table in instruction. And Felicity wordlessly complied, scampering up and placing herself in the doggy-style position.

And, Nicolette repeated the procedure a second time, causing Stephen's arousal pushed outside his robe, revealing his maddening desire to the females. But, he received no attention to relieve his suffering except kind words and loving looks from his wife.

When Felicity returned from the bathroom after the second enema, she could barely crawl from intoxication, and Stephen helped her on the tabletop. "Oh, no more wine," she whispered. "Master Stephen, please, no more wine! Oh, God . . . Master Stephen, I'm so horny. Please, please, please, give me release, quick now before she returns from the kitchen."

Stephen chuckled. "Oh, my precious tortured slave! How it delights me to see you suffering the same as I! And, no, I will not bank your lust!"

"Besides," Nicolette spoke, having overheard the entire conversation, "you will be satisfied soon. And, my sneaky sex slave, this last dosage is only water."

After Felicity took the third enema into herself, Nicolette grabbed The Vibrator. "Do you want to cum?" She teased, manually turning on the instrument. "Do you want to cum with your belly all warm and full?"

"Yes!"

Nicolette touched Felicity's exposed cunt with The Vibrator. Stephen couldn't take it anymore. Walking behind his wife, he wordlessly lifted her robe. She was wet, so very moist, and it eased Stephen's torture some knowing that she was as turned on as he was. Nicolette didn't protest as he lifted her up and slid his cock into her. "Yeah," Nicolette gasped excitedly. "Fuck me, Stephen. Felicity, I want you to cum along with Stephen and me!"

Stephen began fucking his wife from behind, while she used the vibrator on enema-filled Felicity. The visual stimulation alone was too much for him and he felt the build up almost immediately. "You're going to make me cum fast," he told his wife, slapping into her at a fevered pace. "Yeah . . . I do so fucking love you!" He dug his fingers deep into the fleshy part of his wife's hips, causing her to cry out.

"Yes, Stephen . . . God, yes, I like it! You're . . .yeah, yeah . . . you're making me . . . oh, yeah, here it comes . . . Oh, oh, oh!" Nicolette cried, jerking against his cock, and Stephen held her strong as he delivered his own load. On the table, Felicity finally reached fulfillment as well, softly whispering her two masters' names. All three of them, the enema menage trio players, had allowed themselves to become so sexually stimulated that their physical sex lasted less than two minutes. This was especially telling for Stephen, who generally lasted quite a while the second time around.

Early that next morning, Felicity's drunken snore woke Stephen up. He looked at his two women – the wife and the willing slave. Why did this insane relationship seem so natural and right? But, accepting Felicity didn't ease his restless mind. There was something more, he could sense it but not put a finger on it. He knew that, until he found the answer, he would never cease obsessing over Nicolette.