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Olivia Ch. 01

By: Pgup



"Do you think this is a good idea? We have been going to our usual place for so long that it seems almost as if we are abandoning old friends."

"But, Ava, we all decided during our last meeting that we wanted to try something new and Kayla suggested this place. She said that their food was really good and it was a place that catered to mostly women so we could do what we wanted without any male interruptions or embarrassment."

"Okay, Olivia. I just hope Kayla knows what she is talking about."

"Good evening, ladies. I am Yvette - a table for two?"

"We will be a party of five when all of our other friends finally get here. I am Olivia and this is Ava."

"Is this a club or something like that?"

"Not exactly. We all work for McNeil Industries in the secretarial pool and we always get together to blow off some steam on Friday nights. We jokingly refer to ourselves as the, 'Horny Harlots' although, in truth, we seldom cause any distress. One of our girls was told of La Minette and she suggested that we try it out."

"We are most happy to have your patronage. We pride ourselves upon having the best menu in the valley. We have a table that will accommodate your group perfectly and it is in a more secluded area dining area so, within reason you and your friends can feel free to, 'let go' after a hard week's work. Please, come this way."

The table she led us to was perfect. It was situated in a small nook where we could see all that was occurring in the major dining area and on the small dance floor without ourselves being overly exposed. By the time Ava and I were seated, Kayla, Rosa and Sierra had arrived and I saw them standing inside the door waiting for directions. Before I could do anything, Yvette had already approached them. I knew, as they all shook hands, that she had introduced herself so there was no further need for introductions. Everyone seemed to be extremely delighted with this new place and we were soon deeply involved in our usual week-end discussion of trivia. We ordered and had our first two drinks by the time our meals were served. The drinks were delicious and I, for one, was looking forward to an enjoyable evening. As usual, we dawdled over our drinks and the meal for we had long ago decided that this one night was to be a recreational night with no thought of business and no discussion of office matters.

I was into my fourth drink and I was beginning to get a little high. The meal had, as Kayla predicted, been extremely delicious and it was obvious that all of us were rapidly relaxing. Ava brought up a subject for our consideration.

"Has anyone besides me noticed that most, if not all, of the other women who are the current customers of this place – besides ourselves, of course – are obvious lesbians!"

I hadn't and, from the expressions on their faces, neither had any of the others. I tried, in my relaxed state, to be discreet as I looked over the other customers of La Minette. Ava was definitely right in her assessment of the other clientele. I was about to make some kind of joking remark when Yvette appeared at my shoulder.

"Forgive me, ladies, but I have been observing you. Obviously, you were not aware of La Minette's, 'special' atmosphere before you arrived and it is equally obvious that you are not members of the Sapphic community. I hope that you are not discomforted by this and that this won't discourage you from returning to La Minette. If there is one thing we insist upon from each of our patrons is that others may not be caused any distress by any overly aggressive behavior. So, you may easily enjoy your time here at La Minette and not feel the least bit uncomfortable. You may be asked to dance by one of our other customers, but you may be assured that a quiet denial is all that will be required. That is, of course, assuming that you wish to remain within your own party. Accepting a request to dance does not, in any way, obligate you for any further actions."

When she walked away from our table, I looked at the others. Kayla had a wicked smile on her lips and I was certain that, if asked, she would certainly be out on that dance floor in a flash. Both Rosa and Sierra looked shocked. Their faces had turned almost ashen white and Ava's expression was one that I couldn't interpret. Ava looked to me to be okay with the situation, but there was a distinct look of disgust on her face. Yvette's remarks did have one decided effect upon us. Our jovial conversation died and we each sat there looking at the other women as if they were beasts in a zoo. I have to admit that it was I who broke the impasse by signaling the waiter – who was also a female – and ordering another drink. That uncapped the tension and our conversation resumed only this time it totally consisted of questions regarding what each of us would do if asked by one of the lesbians to dance. I didn't know it, but I was to be the sacrificial lamb.

My drink had only just arrived when I felt a light tap on my shoulder.

"Care to dance?"

I was looking up at a very attractive, mid-twenties female. She was tastefully dressed and she had a very nice figure. I couldn't think of anything to say. I didn't really know what I wanted to do, but, without a conscious decision, I found myself saying, "I'd be glad to." I could almost hear the gasp of the others as I rose and offered my partner my open arms. She glided in between them and thrust her body firmly up against mine. Her body was pasted to mine from my breasts to my mound and I was becoming aware of every pressure point on her body. I was suddenly made aware of the strangest sensation as her pert young tits engaged my older tits nipple-to-nipple. The music was slow and quite sensuous so it was almost as if we were making love right there on the dance floor. I had been without any sexual contact with another human being for some time and this was bringing a long lost sense of arousal to my belly and my thighs. The music stopped, but she did not release me.

"There are private rooms if you were so inclined!"

"I..I.. I...uh..uh I ..have never. Uh, I must have given you the wrong impression. I'm sorry if I have misled you."

"Don't apologize. A woman's first encounter is always a little difficult. I like you. You remind me of my older sister. We often entertained one another."

Unobserved, the music had resumed and, before I realized what she was doing, she whirled me back out into the middle of the floor. This time, the music was a little more vibrant in its' beat so I became even more conscious of her body. This time, she was not just moving with me. She was actually rubbing herself against a number of my more sensitive parts. Somehow, she had moved slightly to one side so that her legs were now straddling my right leg and her right leg was thrusting up against my mound and, occasionally, against my panty-clad clit. The rest of the world ceased to exist and we were the only ones alive. Before I could restrain myself, I heard me ask her,

"Where are the private rooms?"

She didn't answer in so many words. Instead, she spun me around two or three times and suddenly we danced our way through a beaded curtain! As the curtain parted so as to admit us, her hand slid down along my hips and cupped my buttocks. Somehow, her other hand had worked its' way inside my blouse and she was fondling my tit. She found my nipple and gave it several rather hard tweaks which, in some kind of perverse manner seemed to increase my desire for and need of fucking. It had been so terribly long since I was handled by another that I nearly swooned with the release of long pent-up desire. I wanted this woman and there was no doubt in my mind whatsoever. The hand on my buttocks swept down and swooped up under my short skirt. Suddenly, her fingers were actively pulling my panties to one side. I was nearly fainting as my desire grew and grew. For perhaps the first time in my life, I was the date and she was my beau and I knew that she was going to fuck me! 

Out of the shadows, Yvette appeared and my lover handed her something. Yvette stood to one side and held another beaded curtain aside so we could enter the cubicle. I looked at Yvette's face for any sign of condescension, but, if anything, I saw a look of approval. My lover pushed me into the cubicle and began pulling my dress up over my head. In a matter of seconds, I was standing there in nothing but my sandals. Just as quickly, she disrobed and we two women stood looking at each other's naked body. She was, by far, the more stunning of the two of us and I felt an immediate yen to run my hands over her young body. She must have anticipated my state for she suddenly began caressing me. Once more, she was tweaking my nipples and squeezing both of my tits. Being a female, she knew all of the sensitive portions of my body and she touched, rubbed and, in some cases, bit each one. Slowly, she pushed me backwards until the backs of my knees struck the low bench that ran down one side of the cubicle. I didn't fight the lowering of my body and, in a matter of seconds, I was on my back and she was nearly on top of me.

I gave out with a huge gasp when her tongue first touched my cunt lips. My legs shot straight up into the air as I unconsciously made every attempt to provide her with full access to my cunt. And she took full advantage of every one of my movements of surrender.

We were laying a little side-by-side and I could smell her strong female scent. I reached out and slid my hand in between her legs and was pleased to her groan with pleasure as I ran my fingers along the length of her cunt lips. She was worrying my cunt like a terrier worries a rag. Her head was rapidly swinging from side-to-side and her tongue was stroking my cunt opening on each passage. I was bursting with sexual excitement! My hand was still pressing against her cunt lips so I slowly began thrusting first one finger and then two up into her cunt. That excited groan escaped from her mouth once more.

OH, God! I wanted to taste the very essence of this woman! Gradually, I began applying a side-wise pressure to the walls of her cunt and, since she was much more experienced than I, it took only a minute or so for her to swing her leg over my face and place her cunt in the perfect position so that my tongue could reach her! We both were slurping at each other's love well when I felt my orgasm rising within my belly. I didn't know what her state was and I didn't care. I was solely concentrating upon the tremendous feeling of coming that was gripping my belly and guts. When the explosion hit, I buried my face in her cunt and desperately raked her cunt lips with my teeth! She must have come about the same time for I suddenly was treated to the same sadistic action. My eyes dimmed and I knew nothing more until I awoke.

My lover was gone and I was laying there stark naked.

"Oh God! What have I done? What will Ava and the others think of me?"

I laid there for what seemed like an inordinately long time and I didn't really move until Yvette's head came through the beaded curtain.

"Olivia are you all right?"

"Yes, I think so. Are the others still here?"

"Just you and the one named Kayla. Shall I get her?

"No. I think I shall go home. What time is it?"

"It is three in the morning. You have had quite a session. But, that's the way with that Sybil. She is one helluva sexy female."

"Am I the only one to make use of your private rooms?"

"Not at all, everyone of your girls used our private accommodations except for the one you call Ava. She just sat at the table and watched as you and the others ....well... enjoyed yourselves. You did enjoy yourself, didn't you?"

My grin told her all that she needed to know.

Yvette helped me to my feet and gave me a hand in re-dressing myself. I was really impressed by this woman. Never by word nor look nor action did she exhibit any condemnation for the perverse sexual session I had just allowed to be performed upon myself. As I departed La Minette, I swore to myself that I would never return to that hellish place ever again.

Yet, by the time I got home, my pledge never to return had been turned into a, 'well, maybe once more' and, as I lay in my bed and stared at the ceiling, I was constantly reminded of the smoothness of that woman's skin and the softness of her cunt lips. I went to sleep with my fingers actively reliving for my senses the excitement of the evening.

I was sound asleep when the buzzer for the front door woke me. I struggled up out of bed and, as I did so, I glanced at the clock. It said 11:00! I made my way to the intercom and asked just who it was that was making such a fuss.

"Hey, it's Kayla! Thank God, Olivia I thought for a minute that maybe last night was too much for you and that you had died during the night. I've been ringing this damn buzzer of yours for nearly twenty minutes. May I come up?"

"Sure come on up." With that, I pushed the button that operated the automatic door lock and I heard it click as Kayla opened the door. It was just a very few minutes and she was knocking on my apartment door.

"You sure gave me a scare. I've been trying to contact the others as well, but you are the only one I can rouse. Rosa's doorman told me that she had gone to church and I'll bet that's where Sierra has gone, too. How are you feeling, babe?"

"Sleepy. And you?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Do I smell coffee?"

"Yeah, want some?"

"Certainly. What did you think about the activities of last night?"

I was busily pouring coffee so it gave me a few seconds to frame my answer. Finally, I decided to tell her the truth.

"Kayla, when I left La Minette, I swore that I would never return. I was really distraught at what had happened and what I had allowed to be done to me." Kayla began to grimace, but I held her off by waving my hand. "But, by the time I got home and into bed, I wasn't nearly so sure that I wouldn't go back. In the cold light of day, I will probably return to La Minette. You say that you have tried to contact the others – how about Ava? What did she have to say about our actions of last night. Was she pissed off?"

"I haven't bothered even going to her place to ask her."

"Why not?"

"Because I know the answer beforehand. Look, perhaps it is time for you to learn a few things about the others. The reason for me not asking Ava anything about last night is that, sexually, she is frigid!"

"But, she's married and has children!"

"I know, but nevertheless, she just doesn't go for the sex thing. Look, Honey. I have been fucking her husband regularly for the last three years and, if Bill ever gets his hands on you, I have no doubt but what you will begin fucking him, too. Bill and Ava have the craziest of marriages. She is frigid and won't hardly let him near her and he is over sexed to the Nth degree! Ava's idea of wifely sex is to lay flat on her back with her legs just barely open and an arm across her eyes like the old time gals used to do it."

"Does she know about you and her husband?"

"You betcha! She sure as hell knows and, upon occasion, she has made it plain that she appreciates my, 'taking care of Bill's baser instincts' for her. If you were to join the bunch of us that are Bill's group of whores, she would be so everlastingly glad she would probably kiss you!"

For some time, I was speechless. Then I asked her, "What about Rosa and Sierra? From what Yvette told me as I was getting ready to leave, they joined in the festivities, too."

"Yes, they did, and that kinda surprised me. I thought that, if Ava sat out the obvious invitations, they would, too. But, they didn't. I'm still not one hundred percent sure that – next time –they won't suddenly get a case of church-goeritis."

As I listened to Kayla's discussion of the others, I was suddenly struck by another idea.

"For crying out loud, Kayla! You planned all of this! Didn't you?" She grinned and gave a small nod of her head. "Why did you do this? What were you expecting to get from such an underhanded trick?"

"First off, Olivia, I didn't expect anything. Oh hell, here's the story. A few months ago, a friend and I went to La Minette on a whim. We had a ball and I got the idea to put the constant bragging about sex escapades that I hear every day from the others to the test. For years I have sat there and listened to these gals tell about their wild sexual bouts. And, I have come to the point where I don't believe a word of it. Ava's case I know, but I was not absolutely sure about you because you don't usually say a lot. Frankly, honey there was just an outside chance that you were frigid just like Ava, but I wasn't certain. Obviously, you are not.

Then, another thing came up. As you now know, La Minette is a hangout for lesbians and some one in the La Minette organization got the bright idea that it would be good for business if they could induce a number of, 'straight' women to become part of their clientele. And, before you ask, this was not my idea and I am not really certain who first proposed it. Whoever it was viewed it as a case of throwing meat to the lesbians and we are to be that meat! If I can manage to get the bunch back to La Minette again, Yvette will make a proposal to us all. It will involve nothing more than going to La Minette and, if we want to, mixing with the – ahem – 'abnormal' customers. What do you think?"

"Kayla, judging from your use of the term, 'abnormal' you obviously don't consider yourself as a lesbian. Isn't that so?"

Kayla sat very still for a very long time before she began to answer me.

"Olivia, I am bi-sexual. In fact, I am convinced that I would fuck anybody or anything if I thought it would give me pleasure so, 'No', I don't consider myself a lesbian. Look, honey. I was born and raised on a cattle ranch in Montana. Except for my mother, I was the only girl and I had three brothers, all of them older than me. During the summer, everybody was busy as hell throughout the whole day and dead tired at night. But, during the winter, families spent a lot of time indoors. Living with cattle, you get an idea of what fucking is all about at a very early age. By sneaking around and watching things very closely, I knew that my mother was fucking every male in the family. Husband and sons! So, it didn't come as any surprise when I passed puberty that everyone should expect that I would act as a helper for mom in her sexual chores. I was fourteen when I lost my virginity. We had just experienced the first really big snow of the season and we all knew that we were going to be inside for several weeks – if not months.

The night that I was to begin my wifely duties started with a complete bath in our old wash tub. Then mom led me into the parlor where dad and the boys were sitting waiting for us. I can still see it as plain as day. Every one of them was sitting there with their cocks exposed."

I interrupted to ask, "Weren't you frightened?"

"No, why should I be. I knew what was going to happen. I'd watched mom and dad have sex – and how much they enjoyed it – so why should I be frightened? Mom took me by the hand and marched me up to where my dad was sitting. While he held his cock steady, she lifted me up and pushed me down on his cock! In seconds it was done and I was a woman. From that night on, mom and I shared the duties of providing sex for the men of the family! 

Luckily, I studied accounting in high school and I learned to type. After a while, I got tired of ranch life and I decided to come down to the great big city, get a job and live some. Rosa and I had gone to school together and I knew she was working here somewhere. So I wrote her and, to make a long story short, here I am! I soon learned that even here in the city opportunities always exist for girl to get in some really mean fucking – provided, of course, that she is totally willing. 


Olivia Ch. 01



Chapter 01

A Rich Bitch Arrives

Olivia parked the red British sports car in her aunt's garage. She hesitated getting out while cursing her father under her breath then felt bad about it. "I'm twenty-eight not some stupid adolescent needing my life organised," she sighed, knowing at the moment maybe he was right. Since the divorce she had been drifting. Relying on the allowance he provided, living back home with nothing to do, left her behaving like one. 

She wasn't looking forward to staying at her aunt's home or the job they had organised. It was for 'her-own good', which made it sound daunting. "Well, I'll show them I'm not useless. I'll make this work then get a decent position somewhere in fathers corporation," she said.

"Talking to your self is the first sign of madness," Mark sneered.

"Who the hell are you?" Olivia exclaimed. She had been startled out of her reverie to see a young guy gawking at her. "So? Who are you?" she demanded.

"I live here. You must be Olivia," he said, just standing staring at her.

She was used to men staring at her but this creep was eyeing her a little too openly. "It's rude to stare. Aunt Jane doesn't have any kids so what are you ding here?" 

"I'm just staying here like you. I've been bad too," he shrugged.

'Impudent shit,' she thought. So Jane still fostered kids but this one looked too old. He looked over eighteen so maybe she was looking after delinquents now. 

"Help me with the luggage," she ordered. Getting out of the little red sports car her dress rode up as she struggled to climb out, inadvertently revealing a pair of lacy red panties. She flashed him a stern look on seeing him stare right between her legs. 

"You have to look after your own stuff around here," he told her and sauntered off.

"You scruffy twerp," she said, to his retreating back.

Hefting a suitcase she made ready to face Aunt Jane wondering what her father had told her. 

***

In the kitchen Jane pulled a rack of biscuits from the oven. "So your father caught you fooling around with the pool guy. That's not why your here though is it. He seems to think you need something useful to do so I can send you back with a sense of purpose," she said, looking at Olivia over a pair of half rimed glasses.

"Your father spoilt you Olivia. You are going to inherit from him and me too, making you a rich young woman. With no idea what to do with your life, that sounds like trouble. It is about time you had some idea how to handle money and people. I can give you a purpose, if you learn care about others," she said, trying not to lecture.

Olivia was a beautiful woman knowing very well how to handle men. She would just tease them until she got what she wanted, which definitely didn't include what they wanted. 

She cringed at the mention of Joe the pool guy. She had tanned her bikini clad body beside the pool while he was working, smirking on seeing his shorts bulge, knowing what he was thinking yet unable to do a thing about it.

She pushed him a little too far when asking him to rub cream into her back. She enjoyed it and so did he. It wasn't harming anyone as they were old enough to make their own decisions on how far to go. 

She remembered his hard calloused hands on her perfect silky flesh and brought on a little shiver. It had been a long time since making love and she needed a distraction. If her father hadn't arrived home early she would probably have let him continue. He had a delicious technique of kissing. He sucked on her lips, biting them then exploring her mouth with a long tongue.

"What's this job you've lined up for me?" she asked.

"It's a community job. They need someone at the pool. You are an excellent swimmer and you still look fit, do you think you can handle it?" Jane asked.

Olivia really didn't care either way and would just go along with whatever was arranged. At least it got her out of the way of Jane. If it didn't work out maybe they would leave her alone so she could return home.

"You're father has stopped the allowance giving you an incentive to put some effort into it," she informed her.

"What? I was going to buy some new clothes, I didn't bring much with me," Olivia complained.

"You won't have to fund your expenses here so you can live on the small salary they can just about afford to pay. It's an inner city pool for poor kids with little funding. You'll just have to learn to budget and don't think you can load that credit card either," Jane scolded her. "It's been suspended."

Lecture over Olivia went to her room feeling even more like a wayward adolescent. She opened the French windows to take a look at the pool and wondered if it was worth taking a dip before dinner. She pulled clothes out of the case throwing them around anyhow forgetting there wouldn't be a maid to clear up after her. 

Finding a bikini she pulled off the light summer dress ready to strip off her underwear.

"Hey you, what are you doing here?" Olivia crossly asked.

"Is that all you ever say? Are you some kind of wind-up Barbie doll? I'm just standing here, what are you doing?" Mark retaliated, with a smirk on his face. 

He looked intently at the beautiful blond woman. Her long tanned legs were so smooth and the swelling of her tits in the skimpy little bra was fascinating. He hadn't seen such a sexy woman up close before. She looked as though she had stepped out of a magazine.

She pulled her arms around her body in embarrassment from the way he looked at her. "I'm getting dressed. You shouldn't be in my room," she said lamely.

"Looks to me as though you're getting undressed and I'm not in your room. Anyway, it's your fault, you should close the door properly," he smiled and coolly walked off.

Olivia grimaced at the audacity of the young rogue. She kicked the door closed and changed into a bikini. She looked at it in the mirror. She decided to try something else, it was too revealing with that young guy around and Jane certainly wouldn't approve. Without knocking he appeared again.

"Aunt Jane says to help with dinner," he announced. He couldn't help ogling her bottom. It was a perfect heart shape with just a thin strip of material between the cheeks. His face said 'wow' and his eyes glowed.

"Knock before you enter my room and don't look at me like that you ruffian," she scolded him. He walked off looking pleased with himself and she slammed the door. Stripping off the bikini she looked at the door with a mean look as though daring him to try it once more. 

She pulled on a pair of white panties but couldn't find a bra in the heap of clothes so pulled the dress over her body. Fortunately, although her breasts were large they were firm enough not to need one. 

Jane organised her and Mark around the kitchen where Olivia slowly peeled a small potato from a large one. "Here let me do that." Mark told her. She watched him expertly peel the potato feeling useless. He did it without even looking. Then she realised he was staring at her breasts.

Standing between him and the window, the low sun shone through the dress, he could see clearly the outline of her breasts. It was fascinating to see those lovely big melons so close. He looked forward to seeing more of her.

Olivia marched up to Jane looking cross. "OK! Is there something I can do? I just don't know how to cook. Sure, I can lay the table."

The food was plain and simple compared to at home where the chef always prepared something interesting looking. Olivia wondered why her Aunt didn't employ someone for these menial chores, she was wealthy enough.

After the meal she was left to load the dishwasher and became annoyed at breaking a fingernail. Jane had left for one of her many committee meetings while Olivia carried on struggling with a list of chores. Now she needed him Mark was nowhere to be seen.

The on-suite bathroom had a shower but no tub so Olivia decided to use the family one for a greatly needed soak. Her dress was a wet mess on the floor so she left it there to pad back to the room on bare feet, her lovely smooth skin wrapped in a towel. 

"What the hell!" she exclaimed, almost falling over Mark. "You pervert, you've been spying through the keyhole at me in the bath, how dare you!" she shouted at him.

He scrambled up onto his feet looking guilty, not daring to meet her eyes. "I'll tell Jane about this and have you sent home. Is this why you are here because you're a pervert?" she ranted at him. 

"Don't you dare snitch! You're just a teasing bitch showing off your body," he said. He was angry and upset at the idea Jane would find out. She had given him a home, avoiding a custodial sentence. In a temper he reached forward and pulled at the towel, unravelling from her body.

Before she could move her hand to grab at it the towel it slithered from her naked body to the floor. She quickly bent to pick it up then straightened without reaching it. 

Bent over she was displaying her bottom and everything between her legs in the mirror behind her. Trying to cove her breasts with one arm she slapped a hand to her bottom. She pressed her thighs together tight, knees slightly bent. 

Her face was crimson with embarrassment from being naked before this young guy. He could see everything and was still staring while she desperately tried to cover up. "Give me the damn towel you stupid shit!" she yelled.

He held it in his hand before her but she had to reach for it and that meant revealing something. She couldn't stand the humiliation of his smirk a moment longer and reached for it only for him to snatch it out of the way. She covered her breasts again glowering at him.

"Promise not to snitch?" he warned her. 

She watched him twirl it into a weapon threatening to whip her ass with its wet end. "Alright I won't tell on you, just give me the damn towel and we'll forget about it," she reluctantly agreed. Again she snatched at it and he let her take it. She wrapped it around her prone body trying not to give him any more of a thrill than was necessary.

She turned on a heel muttering angrily but he wasn't finished with her yet. He slapped her bottom speeding her on the way. She felt his hand on her bare cheeks and ran to the room hearing him laughing at her. She was in such a fury she couldn't speak. 

She heard him strut out the back door and slam it behind him. She slammed the bedroom door too and kicked at the pile of clothes. Olivia ranted at the four walls while searching through the pile of clothes but hadn't packed a night gown. 

"That raga-bond shit! Wait until Jane gets back and I'll tell her to get rid of him. The little pervert was spying on me in here then the bathroom. It's not me who needs a slap it's him." She pulled a gown from the wardrobe, checked it was clean then wrapped it tightly around her body.

She flung herself down on the bed and hurt her back on something hard. It was a vibrator. It had been hidden in her underwear and must have rolled out while unpacking. Holding it in her hand she was about to throw it at the door then changed her mind, deciding to use it. 

She needed to calm down and definitely needed some pleasure. It didn't seem there would be much fun in her life for some time to come.

Reaching for a stocking she tied one end to the bed rail and the other around a wrist. Wriggling down the bed her arm became firmly held above her head. With both eyes closed tight her imagination began to work on her hot body. 

She squirmed rubbing her thighs together feeling the wetness of arousal. The naughty secret fantasy was working as usual. 

***

A big rough man had caught her naked outside the house and she couldn't get away. She couldn't run naked into the street and couldn't get back into the house. He caught her in his strong muscular arms and pinned her to the lawn. He tied her hands together above her head with his belt. 

He was going to take her and there was nothing she could do about it. His penis was nudging her sex, teasing her. 

Olivia moved the vibrator over swollen lips finding the bud hard and sensitive. Touching it gently for a moment she pressed it hard for the tingling vibrations to push her nearer. 

The big man was going to take her little pussy and she whimpered knowing there was no escape yet knowing she was ready for him. The more he teased the more she needed it. 

The vibrator was thrust into her pussy between open glowing wet lips. 

She arched her back, spreading her legs for the big brute of a man to take her. Olivia whimpered with shame at being so wanton with a stranger. 

The fantasy disappeared as a gentle orgasm fluttered in her tummy. It wasn't enough, she needed more.

She was on vacation and had been kidnapped. Sold into an eastern harem she soon became the Sultans favourite concubine. 

***

She lay back panting feeling better but not completely satisfied. The second orgasm had been better but a vibrator couldn't cuddle her afterwards or tell her the soothing love words she wanted to hear. 

She lay there a moment then reached up with a free hand to undo the knot. "Hell, why did I use an expensive stocking." The knot was tight and her fingers were slippery. 

The bed rail was higher than she was used to and usually she used a pair of play handcuffs; easy to unclasp. In the throes of passion she had pulled the damn knot too tight. This improvisation was a menace. 

The back door opened and closed and she scrabbled at the knot only it tightened as she desperately pulled at it. She gave up and looked for something to cover her naked body. The sheets had been kicked to the floor out of reach.

The door opened though not as wide as her eyes that showed white in fear. In desperation she double crossed her legs. She wanted to shout but her mouth was too dry. 

As he opened the door Mark belatedly remembered to knocked. He came to apologise not wanting to take a chance on her informing Jane of the stupid prank. 

"Sorry Olivia. I shouldn't have ..." he began, then stopped cold. His mouth fell open on seeing a beautiful naked woman stretched out on her bed. He knew he should leave but couldn't move. His eyes roved over the attractive body that was so much more powerful an image lying on a bed.

He noticed the stocking and it awakened him. "What's happened?" he strode to the bed on seeing her tied to it. "Who did this to you?" he said in alarm.

"Get out!" she croaked. "Just go now!"

"I'll phone the police," he said. He was afraid he might be blamed in some way, not knowing why exactly. 

"No! Come back. Don't call the police. Please, just wait," Olivia was mortified at being seen her like this, let alone explaining it to Jane or the police. It was so shameful. 

"Just untie me, please!" she said.

He stood there with a look of puzzlement on his face. She realised he was staring at the vibrator. Her face and breasts were already red from exertion now she was burning hot with embarrassment. 

"I was just playing a game that's all," she said defiantly. Olivia wanted to shout at the stupid lump of a youth but needed his co-operation. She needed him to keep quiet about this and more immediately to free her hand. "You saw me naked before so I guess it doesn't matter now," she lied.

"What kind of game?" he asked. 

His face revealed he new very well what she meant. She wanted to pick it up and throw the dreadful thing at him but was too embarrassed to draw any more attention to it. She would distract him until he untied her then get rid of him. There was no chance of telling Jane anything now, he could tell a much more damning tale about her.

Deciding to shock him she asked, "You play with your self don't you?" Seeing his shy response she pressed on. "Women do to. So now you know. Untie me, then just go." she said firmly. 

"So you use this?" he asked and picked it up. 

She looked from it to the bulge in his trousers. She almost groaned on wondering how experienced the young thug might be and how vulnerable she was. Her legs tightened in response to the nasty idea of this ruffian getting excited over her. He dropped it onto the bed where it rolled against her thigh. 

"Yuck, it's sticky. You must have shoved it deep." he stated. 

"Yes I did! As you seem to have discovered my little secret now perhaps you might untie me?" she asked sharply. 

"No need to get touchy Olivia. You are the one who got into this and need my help. So, ask nicely," he said imperiously, attempting to mimic her finishing school accent.

'Damn the scruffy urchin!' Olivia took a deep breath. "Please, kind sir, will you untie me, pretty please," she asked, with her best imitation of a little woman in distress, seeking help from the big strong man. She even used the trick of looking demurely up through her long eyelashes. This usually worked.

He lent over her to get at the knot. In that position she couldn't look away from his crotch and the hardness there. 'I would never have guessed. He is a big lad after all,' she giggled.

"It's OK. You're just tickling me, just free me quick as you can," she said, when he asked if she as alright. She caught herself from calling the damn nuisance her hero. This was another fantasy she used, only the hero rescuing her was big, strong and handsome, not a common ruffian off the streets. 

***

At least he kept his distance from her for the rest of the evening. 'He's probably in his room flogging himself silly,' she thought. 

While making a coffee Olivia heard the front door chime. Just in case it was Jane she rushed to it, wanting to speak to her before Mark did. 

"What are you doing here?" she exclaimed. Joe pushed passed her before she could close the door on him. "Now you're in do you want a coffee?" she said. Walking quickly back to the kitchen she wondered how on earth the pool guy found her?

"You bitch! Your father cancelled the contract and so have most of the best customers in the area," he spat the words at her. 

"That is not my fault," she asserted. 

"No? You're just a spoilt teasing bitch!" he shouted. "You knew exactly what you were doing to me. How could I resist, how could any man. Shit! It took me a long time to build up that business and you ruined the best part of it," he furiously poked a finger toward her.

"What do you expect me to do about it?" she said petulantly.

"I don't know, I don't know why I bothered coming here. An apology wouldn't put it right and you don't seem capable of understanding the real world. You've never had to live in it. Your rich father keeps you. . ." his angry outburst was suddenly cut short.

"Leave her alone. Get out of here," Mark said. He spoke quietly but the tone of voice was hardened from the streets where he grew up.

Olivia looked from Joe to Mark and back. "Not in front of him, leave him out of this," she said, feeling embarrassed.

Joe reached out and grabbed the dress in a big calloused hand. "Another of your spoilt rich relatives I suppose. Well, you all need a lesson of what it's like to live in the real world. You need to be spanked like a naughty spoilt girl," he snarled.

He yanked her forward and the light summer dress split open spilling her breasts out. Joe quickly sobered from his anger realising he had gone too far. 

He had driven here wanting an apology or some consolation, something to compensate for the loss. It all seemed so unfair, these people with their privileged lives were able to mess his up without a thought.

"No! You slob, get out, you deserve everything you get, you stupid oaky," she shouted. She struggled to cover her breasts but he shook her, jiggling them about as though she were a rag doll. 

"Let me cover myself up. Please!" she said, not pleading but with anger in her tone.

Past thinking straight, he reacted by bending her over the table and slapped her ass a couple of times. It didn't make him feel any better. Knowing he had gone way too far he stomped out of the house feeling worse than he had before going to see the spoilt bitch.




Olivia Ch. 01



Mark leaned back against the breakfast counter pushing the blade of the flick knife back into its sheath then pocketed it. Olivia was lying over the table in shock. He laid a hand on her back taking in the delicious sight of white lace panties. "You are a teasing bitch. You deserved that you know," he said quietly. 

His cock ached in his jeans and he wondered if he dare take it out and fuck her. All he had to do was pull the crotch of those expensive panties to one side. He could see her shoulders shaking from silently sobbing, probably feeling sorry for herself. 

"You don't know anything, you're just a young ruffian aunty took off the streets," she said, in a great explosion of anger. Olivia wasn't used to such ill treatment. That obnoxious man treating her with such disdain was deplorable. Yet she felt aroused and that knowledge was appalling, so hard to accept.

He stood tantalisingly close to her as she lay sprawled across the table where Joe had left her. "You said I should be punished yet it was you having your ass spanked," he mused. Mark looked closer between her legs wondering at how wet she was. 

The bitch needed a sharp lesson on the streets to teach her how unfair and cruel life could be. It wouldn't happen though. This family was too rich to even imagine how hard it was for the likes of him. 

He didn't want to get chucked out onto the street so hurried away before he did something the bitch could use against him. 



Olivia Ch. 01



Note: this chapter starts slow, with a background story, if that doesn't interest you, skip to the stars.

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Hi. My name is Olivia. This is the story of how I went from secretary to slave to wife.

It all started about ten years ago, when I graduated from business school, and went to work for my fiancée Jimmy, and his partner Bill. The company was small, and they couldn't pay me much, but I was in love with Jimmy, and figured once we were married, I would profit from the success of the company.

Shortly after that, Bill met and married Mary, the widow of a successful business man. His children from a previous marriage had inherited his business. Mary received an allowance from the estate to take care of living expenses. While she didn't have much money, she was still friends with some of her husband's business contacts, whom she introduced to Jimmy and Bill. Through them, the business received some much needed advice, and access to cash for growth.

As the business grew, Mary seemed to be more interested in Bill's money than in him. Jimmy enjoyed travelling more than Bill, and would often be away meeting with customers, and business contacts across the country. I became the office manager, in charge of all clerical staff and reported directly to Bill.

Bill was very smart with his investments, and soon had several homes. Jimmy always seemed to spend more than he made, and was becoming enamored with gambling. Jimmy kept avoiding the issue of setting a date, claiming that we couldn't afford it.

About 5 years ago, things started to fall apart. When I look back now, it all seemed to happen at once, but I'll try to put it in some sort of order. As I already stated, Mary seemed to love money more than Bill, and around this time she began spending more time at the beach house, and less at home. But my world started to crash when I had a girl's night out.

Some of my friends from college were in town for a business trip, and I took Friday afternoon off to spend some time with them before they left. Since Jimmy was out of town on a business trip, I decided to accompany them back to their hotel after dinner. As we waited for the elevator, the doors opened to reveal Jimmy locked in a passionate kiss with a little waif that was barely legal. He was so into her, he didn't even notice me as I ran off in shame.

I realized that I couldn't work for Jimmy anymore, and went to the office to get my things. Despite the late hour, Bill was there pouring over the books, and I could tell he was extremely upset. He could also see how upset I was, and he got the question out first. Through my tears, I told him what had happened at the hotel. I apologized for leaving him shorthanded, but said I hoped he understood why I couldn't stay.

Then Bill told me what had him there so late. He had just discovered that Jimmy had been embezzling, and there might not be a company for me to work for any longer. He assured me that Jimmy would not be a part of the company going forward, and asked me to stay. He needed someone that knew the company, and that he could trust to help him figure things out.

We spent all day Saturday documenting everything that Jimmy took. We contacted a forensic accountant, and a lawyer. On Friday, when Jimmy returned from his "business trip", we confronted him with our evidence. I told him we were through, and I was keeping the ring for "pain and suffering". The lawyer had drawn up a contract for Bill to buy Jimmy out of his share of the business, for a fair price, less what we could prove he stole. If Jimmy didn't sign it, we were prepared to send our evidence to the police.

Buying out Jimmy strapped the liquid assets of the company, as well as Bill's personal resources. We had to lay off most of the staff, and move the company into smaller quarters. I took a pay cut, in exchange for a small share of the company. Bill and I put in many long hours saving and rebuilding the company, and for a little while, money was tight. I wanted the company to succeed as a form of revenge on Jimmy.

One day when Bill got home, he found a box of his stuff from the beach house, and a note from Mary. She was moving to the beach house, and would live on the allowance from her first husband's estate, but wanted nothing to do with someone as poor as he was now. She would not ask for a divorce, because she felt that was "beneath her".

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About a year later, we made a major breakthrough in one of our products, and were able to sell the patent for a huge profit. The company was now back on its feet, and we could look into rehiring some of the people we had to lay off. Bill took me out to thank me for standing by him.

We both got very drunk, and ended up back at his place. We started talking about some of our kinkiest sexual fantasies, and playing a game of "I can top that". I said that I couldn't understand what would possess a woman to allow a man to dominate her, and he said he could show me.

He ordered me to get undressed. To this day, I'm not sure what possessed me, but I did it. He took of his tie, and used it to bind me hands behind my back. He then pulled me across his lap, and began smacking my bottom, gently at first, but building in intensity. Just as I started to think that I couldn't stand it anymore, he stopped. 

His hand slid between my legs, and ne began to rub my clit, and finger fuck me. Just as with the spanking, he started slowly, and increased in intensity. I could feel the heat building despite myself, but just before I could come, he stopped. Before my brain had even registered that he had stopped, the spanking started again. 

The cycle repeated itself over and over until I was delirious with lust. I begged him to let me come. I offered him everything I owned, promised to do anything he asked. He roughly pushed me to my knees, and opened his fly. Before he could ask, I took him into my mouth. I had never done this without my hands, and it was far from my best, but eventually I felt him jam my head against his crotch as he exploded into my mouth and throat. I hungrily swallowed every drop.

He untied my hands, and gruffly told me to finish myself off before leaving the room. I was stunned, and desperate, and did as I was told. When he came back, he led me to a bedroom. There was a comforter and pillow on the floor at the foot of the bed. He tied one end of his tie to my right wrist, and pushed me to the floor. He looped the tie around the foot of the bed, and secured the other end to my left wrist, and climbed into bed.

In the morning, I awoke to find him spreading a cream on my butt. He apologized, and said that he didn't know what had come over him. I told him there was no need, because I had enjoyed it, and wouldn't mind doing it again. I kissed him, and he picked me up, put me in the bed, and made love to me.

Over the next few weeks, we went out more and more often. A few months later, after dinner, I said we needed to talk. I had realized that it had been over a month since I had set foot in my apartment. And while I realized that he was still married to Mary, I felt I could save a lot of money if I moved in, and gave up my apartment. I wasn't asking for a commitment, and he could still date other women. He said in lieu of rent he expected me to be naked around the house unless he gave me permission. I agreed, and the next day, we picked up my stuff, and I moved in.

And that is how my life as a slave began.



Olivia Ch. 01



Can you understand how letting some cute female cunt suck my cunt is just another version of fucking? Let me ask you a question. Last night, as you lay there with your face buried in that girl's cunt and her tongue was locked into your cunt – well, just who was fucking who?"

That question set me back upon my mental heels.

"Okay, Olivia. I have told you just about all of my history, what about you? I assume, from your actions of last night, that you are no stranger to wild sex. So?"

As Kayla had paused before starting her revelations regarding her family and her experiences, I remained silent for a very long time. I wasn't really ashamed of my history, but it was not the kind of tale you told to just anyone. After carefully looking over Kayla's expression, I decided that – just perhaps – it was time for me to confront my family's history if for no other reason than to prove to myself that it was not a hideous drama performed by wildly, perverse people. 

"In some ways, my history is a lot like yours. It begins with my grandparents. They were on the stage except that their acting was for real. They performed in what was then called, 'specialty clubs'. Their acts were all slightly different, but they always ended with my grandfather fucking my grandmother right there on stage in front of the audience! Granny always said that you haven't really enjoyed fucking until you have done it in front of a wildly cheering bunch of men. I'm thinking that last night was the closest I've ever come to that kind of performance. Birth control was practically unknown and even then it was not widely practiced. So, the conception of my mother was not totally unexpected. Granny kept on with the act until she just couldn't do it any longer. You'd be surprised how erotic it is to watch a five- or six-month pregnant woman being fucked on stage. According to what granny told me, the audiences loved every show. Granny was not too happy with the desire of my grandfather to obtain a replacement for her, but the act did go on. As soon as she was able, granny ousted her replacement and resumed her role as the innocent girl being besmirched by the evil old man. My mother spent her early years backstage and then, when she got physically big enough, she was incorporated into the act. Most of the time, all she did was run on stage and do something crazy. Later on, she might hold grandfather's pants while he fucked granny or she might stand to one side holding up granny's dress while she was being fucked. I really don't know how long this happened, but, at some point, it was decided that my mother should have a more, 'meaty part' and she became a participant in the fucking routine. I can only conjecture that not one of them ever gave a thought to what might happen and that was why they were so astonished when my mother became pregnant! As a result, I am gifted with a mother who is also my sister!"

Kayla looked astounded and she gasped as the import of what I had just said became clear. I didn't hesitate for, now that I was deep into my story, I wanted to get it all out in the open.

"My grandfather was killed in the big war and England was in such a big shambles that mom and granny decided to come to America. There was only one thing that they knew to do so they both became whores. We lived in an apartment building apply named the, 'The Athena Arms' and every occupant of that entire building was a participant in, 'the profession'!

Two blocks away, was a drugstore that was run by a nasty old man. He acted as the pimp for the forty or fifty whores who lived in the Athena Arms. The procedure was simplicity itself. Men seeking the services of a whore would stop into the drugstore and inform old man Chenowith of their desires. In turn, he would quote prices and, if an agreement was reached, he would provide each male customer with an empty medicinal prescription bottle. The color of the bottle indicated which one of the whores it was for and the prescription label indicated the acts which were to be performed. It all worked quite well. Naturally, someone had to pick up the used bottles at the end of each week in order for the whores to be paid. That was my first introduction to, 'The Profession'! I was the bottle collector girl.

When I was just under fifteen years of age, mom sold my virginity to old man Chenowith for fifty dollars. And, for a number of years after that, she continued selling my virginity to anyone who was willing to pay for it. We knew that we were breaking the law, but enforcement was practically non-existent. By the way, I meant to ask you. What was the legal age of consent for a girl in Montana?"

"Olivia, to be completely honest, I haven't the slightest idea. No law enforcement authority would ever think of raiding a private homestead so no one gave a damn about things like that. Another thing was that all of the ranch families were doing it so they would have had to arrest everyone in the county. Oh, I forgot! There was a family that lived about ten miles down the county road from our place and they had three girls and a boy. Our families traded off visits because visiting with that family was very convenient. The husbands and wives would swap partners and us eight kids would retire to the hay loft and fuck our heads off. So, Olivia, how did you end up in this big city?"

"Well, the depression hit and men – lots of men – lost heir jobs. That meant fewer and fewer clients for us and it made life much, much harder. Besides, more and more women began renting out their pussies on the street so the long time pros were really pinched for business. Granny had always insisted that I get some kind of education, but I have absolutely no aptitude for math or science so I settled for a secretarial course. Mom and granny insisted that I come here and try my luck. I saw an ad in the paper that said McNeil Industries was hiring. I rushed over, put in my application and, surprisingly, I was hired. Part of my good luck was due to the fact that Ava and I seemed to hit it off from the very beginning. She had joined the company just a few months before my arrival and we have been working here for the last twenty years. There you have my history in a nutshell.

I think I should tell you that I have given La Minette's offer a lot of thought and from what you have told me, I guess my answer is, 'yes'. I will accept the offer, but what about Ava and the others?"

"Oh, Ava will go along with the program. I probably forgot to tell you, but she is a voyeur of sorts. She won't let Bill fuck her in any position other than the crucifixion position, but she eats up porno movies by the gross. She even uses Bill's name to order them over the internet. She will be only too glad to watch us interact with the lesbians. She will sit there at the table and think of all the nasty things we are doing to those girls and what they are doing to us. If you want to really become her friend, invite her into the crib with you so she can watch you and the girl perform. That will blow her mind! You know, that is an idea that I hadn't considered. Perhaps I should suggest it to Yvette. She could arrange it so that Ava can watch! I think Rosa and Sierra will follow our lead, at least, at the first. There is always the possibility that they will bug out if something too nasty is proposed, but, by that time, the routine will be set."

All we had to do was to wait until our next visit to La Minette!



Olivia Ch. 02



The next day I left work just a shade early and drove over to La Minette. I don't know why I should think that Yvette would be there, but I did and she was.

"Good afternoon, Olivia. What may I do for you?"

I gave a short laugh and said, "After the other night, I realized that, if I were to continue here, I would need what we used to call a, 'shag dress'. You may not have ever heard of that, but it is....."

Yvette interrupted me at once. 

"Of course I've heard of a shag dress and I can tell you exactly where to go to view a very big choice of such dresses. Are you interested?" I nodded vigorously to signify that indeed I was really interested. Yvette continued, "You should go to La Femelle Erotik. I have their address in the office."

In a very few minutes, I was headed across town in search of the address Yvette had given me. Fortunately, probably due to the time of day, I was able to find a parking space almost directly in front of the shop. I will have to admit that I was somewhat discouraged when I first looked at La Femelle Erotik. It looked to be the typical, small shop that one could find all over town, but, when I entered, I was truly surprised at the caliber of women's clothing that adorned their racks. Still, these were not the kind of dresses that one would want to wear to a sex session. A young woman of about twenty-five came up to me and asked if she could help me.

"Yes, I was told to come to your shop. I am looking for a particular kind of dress. Have you ever heard of a, 'shag dress'?"

"But, of course. Are you by any chance the lady known as, 'Olivia'?" I nodded. "We have exactly the dress you are looking for: something that shows off your charms and yet something that you may remove quickly and with a minimum of fuss or trouble."

She turned and beckoned me to follow her. She led me into a back area of the shop. What had looked to be just a very small shop was, in fact, a much larger establishment than I had suspected. In this back area, there were numerous dresses that could serve as shag dresses. As I began to scan what they had to offer, a rather solemn, old woman appeared and once more asked my name. When I told her that I was Olivia, her solemn air disappeared.

"Oh, I know you! I saw you at La Minette the other evening. Furthermore, Yvette called to let us know that you were coming. You, quite naturally, are looking for what is known in the trade as a, 'shag dress'. No?" 

I nodded and she immediately took hold of my arm and began showing me the various dresses they had.

"Would you please disrobe for me? That will allow me to consider more fully what will be the right kind of dress for you."

Surprisingly, I wasn't the least bit embarrassed to shed my garments so that, in just a few seconds, I was standing before this old woman and her assistant totally naked!

"Oh, my dear! Before we outfit you with a proper dress, you must reconsider your choices as to the under clothing you are wearing! If you are to be successful in your chosen profession, you must completely dress the part."

She said something to her assistant who promptly disappeared into what I guessed to be the shop's storeroom. In a very short time, she reappeared carrying several packages. The old lady selected a package, stripped off the plastic outer covering and handed me a pair of panty hose.

"Now these should do you nicely."

I was about to observe that panty hose would be a very big hindrance if I wanted to divulge myself of them rapidly. Then, as I pulled them up to my hip level, I suddenly saw the practical sense in what she had offered me. These panty hose were exactly like all others that I had seen except -- and that was a big exception -- these panty hose were completely devoid of a crotch! Although the top of the panty hose came up nearly to my navel, my cunt and ass were both totally uncovered! I was astonished at the practicality this garment offered-so much so that I began to laugh. The old lady and her assistant joined in with my laughter.

"Your reaction is perfectly in keeping with that of all the others who have tried on these panty hose for the first time. Now, you need at least a couple of new brassieres. Try this one and see if you don't agree that this is what you need."

She handed me a bra and I, unthinkingly, began to put it on. I was about a quarter into the bra when I realized that it did not have a full cup. In fact, it was a cup-less bra! It pushed my tits up and held them firmly, but it did not cover my nipples!

The assistant helped me to remove this bra and the old woman handed me yet another to try on.

"This bra is for support and display. Do you like it? It will serve you as a bra for sex wear. Now, this bra you should consider for daily wear -- even to the office. This is a half-cup bra. Notice how it gives you more support while still revealing those intriguing nipples of yours. Many of our customers have reverted to the ages-old technique of coloring their nipples so as to draw their client's attention to them. Shall I have my assistant wrap these items for you?"

"Yes, certainly, except for the panty hose and this bra. These I intend wearing home."

The old woman laughed. Then, once again, she became serious.

"Have you realized that there are two kinds of people in this world? Most of the people are aggressors whereas a lesser sized group are the submissives. By the manner in which La Minette has cast you and your friends, you are to be the submissives. Now, the world of submissives has a universal greeting all its' own. When you, as a submissive, encounter an aggressor, you greet them by saying, 'What do you desire? My mouth, my cunt or my ass? Repeat that now!"

I spoke and said, "What do you desire? My mouth, my cunt or my ass?"

"Excellent! When the time comes, I shall take your mouth."

I wasn't exactly certain of just what this portended. 

"Have you ever heard of the Kegel exercises?" I nodded. 'Well, this is a Kegel exerciser. You should begin to use it at least daily."

She gestured to the assistant and she moved over in front of me and began forcing one of the largest dildos I had ever seen into my cunt! I was totally astonished. Never before had I ever been treated to such an attack while just trying on clothing. I very nearly slapped the young girl, but the old woman's voice caused me to hold off hitting her.

"Now, let me see you walk across the room. NO! Keep your hands off that dildo!"

I stood for an instant and then I decided that I would humor this old woman so I took a step forward. That damned dildo began to slip out of me at once! Three steps and it fell to the floor with a, 'plop'! I felt like a complete idiot, but neither one of the other females in the room even smiled.

"To be the best in your profession, you must strengthen your vaginal muscles! See?"

She bent down, retrieved that dildo and, with one swift movement, thrust it fully up into her cunt! This demonstration of her cuntal capacity was not all that she had in mind for she began dancing about the room -- all the while maintaining that dildo inside her cunt! She even did a high kick so as to show off the base of the dildo sticking out of her cunt.

"There are two ways in which you can strengthen those muscles and we will provide you with the equipment to use with both procedures. This is a Kegel exerciser and these are what are known as Ben Wa balls. It is exceedingly uncomfortable to sit with the Kegel exerciser in your cunt, but not so with these Ben Wa balls. They will allow you to work at your desk and squeeze your cuntal muscles at the same time. Bend over and my assistant will insert your balls for you."

I didn't stop to think. I simply bent over until my head was lower than my hips. The young girl immediately began pressing something into my cunt I counted four balls that were inserted into me. I waited for a few seconds, but she made no attempt to remove the balls from my cunt. From this, I assumed that it was intended that I, 'wear' the balls for the rest of the day. It was really strange to stand erect with four metal balls stuffed up inside my body.

"Now, stand erect! Walk about!"

I moved about the room and almost at once, I sensed a movement within my cunt. 

"The balls have a smaller ball inside of them that is free to move about. It is the movements of these small balls that you are feeling. Many women wear these Ben Wa balls all day during their work schedule, but I must give you one word of warning. These balls will induce a subtle, but nonetheless, very violent orgasm. So be prepared for that occurrence and avoid shouts or screams of extreme pleasure. Do you have any questions?"

"Just one. How much will all this cost me?"

"Do not be concerned. The cost will be defrayed by the organization. However, I should caution you that there are certain hidden costs that cannot be defrayed by the organization."

"And just what might those costs be?"

"This!"

She turned to face me and pulled up her skirt revealing her hair-covered cunt. She walked over to a low bench and lay down upon it. Her knees were spread, her cunt was totally displayed and the smile on her face bore an evil element that dared me to suck her cunt. I was amazed to hear myself say,

"What do you desire? My mouth, my cunt or my ass?"

Her expression took on lewd and lascivious elements as she said, "Your mouth!"

My fetish for genitals was already exerting a steady pull upon my body and, before I was really conscious of what I was doing, I had positioned my face and mouth in line with her cunt. The young assistant gave my buttocks a gentle shove and my face was pushed up to and in touch with the old woman's cunt. She had a smell that I found to be strange. Still, it was not distasteful and my tongue shot out and began licking her cunt lips. She began juicing and, for an old woman, that was yet another surprise. In practically no time at all, my entire face from my nose to my chin was steeped in her juices. I was frantically licking at her cunt when a sudden thrust buried a cock or a dildo in my ass! I looked back over my shoulder to see the young woman gleefully pummeling my ass! The presence of the Ben Wa balls in my cunt gave me a stuffed feeling and the movements of her dildo agitated those balls such that I soon began to feel my orgasm growing larger and larger in my belly. I guess the old woman came, but I really don't know, for I was too captured by the excessive pleasures that ripped throughout my body to pay any heed to what was happening to her. The dildo exited from my ass and I rolled over onto the floor. The old woman was grinning at me with a most evil look in her eyes.

"We shall make you complete before very long!"

"What on earth does that mean? And, just who is, 'we'?" 

She laughed uproariously. "Are you telling me that you have not realized that the Organization is re-shaping you into your true image?"

"I don't understand."

"Look, dearie, each of us has a basic character. When it comes to sex, most people sublimate their true character to a more, 'civilized' character. We, the Organization and the people at La Minette are attempting to bring forth your basic character traits. I was born a lesbian as was my mother and her mother before her. They both chose to follow the, 'accepted' lifestyle while I admitted to myself and the rest of the world that I was a lesbian. We have determined that your mother and her mother were both cunts and, so far, you have followed in their footsteps. Honey, you are cunt and the sooner you realize that, the happier your life will be!" 

The thought of her last statement to me haunted me all the way home. Not even the presence of the Ben Wa balls could ease my concern. I was totally upset at what she had said because I couldn't make any sense out of being told that I was a cunt. Just what did that mean? I managed to get home without any difficulties and into my apartment. The first thing I did was to rid myself of those damn balls. I managed to eject them all. Then I washed them and promised myself that I would re-insert them in the morning and see what effect they would have upon my sexual senses during an ordinary working day. With a somewhat childish laugh, I put them on my dresser alongside my home-made dildo -- my hair brush. 

I had a little difficulty in getting to sleep that night even though I was totally wiped out. My thoughts continued to swing back to my days in The Athena Arms. The old woman's characterization of me as a cunt started me to thinking about granny and mom and, of course old man Chenowith. As I lay there thinking about those times, I chuckled to myself when I recalled that both mom and granny always referred to old man Chenowith as that, 'horny old bastard'! And he was decidedly a horny old man. I had told Kayla about the system for the payment of all of the whores in the, 'Arms', but I had not told her the other part of that system. Old man Chenowith imposed another payment upon each of the women and girls who lived in his building. Yes, old man Chenowith owned the Athena Arms! Whenever a john was given a medicine bottle to establish his desires upon the appropriate female body, Chenowith would, from time to time, insert a white piece of blank paper in the bottle. That was the signal that he expected payment in kind from the female recipient. That night, after the work day was over, she was bound to go around to the back of the store and enter the store's back room. There, old man Chenowith would fuck her to his heart's content. Most of the other resident whores complained continuously about this added service they were expected to perform and they protested vociferously that they hated being the old man's whores, but I never heard my mother or granny offer any objections whatsoever. Of course, by the time of my deflowering, I had already visited this, 'infamous room of shame' many times, but only in the company of my mother or my granny. To say that I was intimately acquainted with what went on in that room would be something of an understatement. Then came my day-of-days! Granny and I were, 'entertaining 'a John who was under the impression that he was getting my virginity. I gave him our standard, 'virgin' performance replete with "Oooh's and Aah's and screams of pretended pain. All of this was accompanied with repeated urgings for granny to get his prick out of me because he was tearing me apart. Interspersed with my cries of simulated pain was my insisting that he was much, much too large for my little girl cunt. Every John accepted this as his due because each one of them thought that they, of all mankind, were truly too big for a young girl. All we were doing was feeding their egos. Granny and mom always insisted that their John's left us feeling that they had gotten their money's worth.

On that particular day, granny waited until the John had gone to bring in my, 'payment bottle'. Inside of it was the tell tale piece of white paper! I was being summoned to old man Chenowith's dungeon of horrors! I looked up at Granny with a weak smile upon my face for I knew what was to happen next. I got up off the bed and slipped my shag dress over my head. It was the custom in our house that, when summoned to old man Chenowith's dungeon, the pussy that was to go always wore her finest shag dress. Granny maintained that, just because a pussy was going to be shagged, there was no reason for her to look like a street whore! She was already in the bathroom running the water for my enema. This was a daily routine in our apartment for granny -- and my mother -- believed fervently that a good whore was never dirty -- inside or out. Since not one of us knew what old man Chenowith would want of my body, an enema was required -- just in case.

It was dark when I slipped out of the back door of the Athena Arms and walked over to the back door of the drug store. I knew not to hesitate so I turned the knob and opened the door. Old man Chenowith was nowhere in sight, but that didn't make any difference to me. I slid my shag dress up over my head, folded it neatly and laid it on the second chair in the room- old man Chenowith might want to sit on the other chair. Then I laid down upon the cot that he had constructed for this purpose. It had a funny shape to it and was covered with a quilted covering that made it comfortable for the female to lie upon. Some of old man Chenowith's shagging sessions lasted all night and comfort became a necessity. I couldn't help but suck in my breath when I saw him enter the room. He was naked and his prick was standing tall. He did not say a word. He pulled that other chair over next to the cot and began running his hands over my neck, my ears and my shoulders. I knew that he was attempting to relax me and it was certainly working on my senses. 

Then his hands began slowly sliding further and further down over my body. I began to breathe in quick gasps as I felt my bodily excitement increasing. I stared directly into his eyes as he continued to lift my level of desire higher and higher.

"You are just like your grandmother and your mother. Most all of the other whores in my building just allow someone to use their body for the money involved, but your mother and your grandmother do it for the pleasure it gives them. They would let men shag them even if they weren't offered any money. And, you, my dear are just like them. Oh, what a wonderful whore you will make!"

I wondered to myself what old man Chenowith would say if he could have seen me this night.

His hands never left my body. They proceeded to my young-girl tits and began pulling slightly upon my nipples. I was so aroused that I was struggling to remain still upon the cot. My legs had already begun to spread of their own volition and my hips were beginning the humping motion that was the symbol of desire for being shagged. I had always been conditioned not to call out and ask the John to shag me, but, under old man Chenowith's administrations, it was damned difficult to hold in my feelings. So, when his finger slid into my pussy, I nearly exploded.

Old man Chenowith had a technique that I have never since experienced. He never thrust his fingers or his prick into me in a brutal manner, but he did insert his finger or his prick in one smooth, steady thrust.

He pulled his finger completely out of my pussy and then, with his usual smooth thrust, he ran it completely back into me! He let his finger remain totally embedded in my pussy for a significant period of time and then he completely withdrew it! For an equal amount of time, he made me lay there, vibrating with desire, and then the entire procedure was repeated. His technique brought my orgasm to a perfect peak and held it there. Somehow he knew when my orgasm began to wane for then he would repeat the whole process again. He kept me on the brink of exploding for a rather long portion of the night. Then, he let me come! I am certain that my scream of pleasure and release was heard back in the Arms building. He rose and left the room.

I was beginning to recover and I was uncertain as to what was to be demanded of me. Should I stay upon the cot or should I leave and go home? Then, when I had almost decided to leave, he re-entered the room once more. As before, his prick was rampant and this time, he, himself, got down between my legs!

Somehow, without employing his hands, he was able to align his prick with the exact center of my pussy. He began a smooth sliding movement towards my open and ready pussy. His prick entered me without any difficulty whatsoever and it did not stop penetrating into me until his pubic bone butted up against my mound. His shagging procedure was identical to his use of his fingers. His prick slid completely into my pussy, remained there for some period of time and then was completely withdrawn! He hesitated for just about the same period of time and then he pushed his prick back into my pussy with one smooth movement. As with his fingers, this interrupted shagging quickly brought me to the very brink of an orgasm, but it would not let me complete the orgasm. I hung there on the very edge of coming as my sensation of excitement grew and grew until I was certain I would burst if I didn't come -- and soon! When, finally, he allowed me to gain my release, I was like a volcano erupting. I could even feel the red hot lava coursing down through my belly and then bursting through the lips of my pussy to sweep down along the insides of my thighs! My entire world evaporated and I could not see a thing!




Olivia Ch. 02



Monday morning came around too quickly. Olivia wondered briefly if her sports car was safe in the parking lot in such a rough neighbourhood. With a shrug she left it to march into the large shabby building that housed the indoor pool. 

In the small shabby office she met the superintendant. With the usual greetings over he showed her the changing room and where to get a costume. 

"I'm glad you turned up as there's no one else on duty and I didn't want to close up. This is the only facility in the area, if you exclude the pool halls and worse. The caretaker will arrive before opening up so he'll show you the routine. Do you think you can cope until then? Good! I'll be off then."

She didn't ask what he meant by 'worse', merely wanting to get this over with. The sooner she started the sooner the tiresome job could be ditched and she could get back to the house of shame. That's what she thought of Jane's house after last night's ordeal. Well, it had started off badly, but maybe she could turn it around. 

The pool was nothing like the country club she knew and loved. There would be no flirting here with her kind of people here. She was tempted to ask where the bar was but didn't think the caretaker would appreciate the joke.

He was a short balding man, somewhat serious from life wearing him down and certainly not worth flirting with. He seemed to think she knew what to do and didn't want to spend time being bored with lectures about rules and regulations. 

Fortunately he soon scuttled off with an excuse. The smell of beer on his breath told her where he was off too. It didn't matter for she was relieved he was out of the way. How hard could it be keeping a bunch of kids out of trouble?

Bill shuffled away muttering to himself. "The arrogant young thing won't last long here. This lot will sort her out. What's she doing here for Christ sake anyway," he said as he left.

The first problem was finding a bathing suit that fit. She couldn't wear her own and the thought of wearing someone's cast offs was deplorable. That left these two unopened packages. The nearest size was too small but took it anyway, to try on in the changing room. 

"Damn!" They didn't have a staff changing area. She opened a locker and shoved her clothes into it, not caring they were expensive, for she was used to just buying more. After all, shopping was a nice hobby.

Pulling on the red one-piece was difficult but she got into it just as a group of girls barged in with yelps and shouts of young fun. Olivia scowled at them but their youthful enthusiasm was hard to squash. These weren't kids they looked over eighteen. She remembered the superintendent said Monday was for an older age group.

She slammed the locker shut and left. She walked out to the pool and was saddened by the dismal look of the place. There weren't many there that early but as the temperature outside mounted it began to fill. 

Olivia blew on the whistle. "Hey! Yes you, in the lurid green trunks. No diving from the edge like an idiot. Look at the sign if you can't read, it's clear enough," she shouted.

She was enjoying wielding a little bit of authority. This was a chance shout at someone else after all those times she had been reprimanded or banned from the country club for silly pranks. 

Sitting on a chair against the worn tiled wall she was fidgeting with boredom. They seemed to have settled down and were behave themselves, just having fun, but she wasn't. 'Maybe this is why people read books,' she thought. 

"Shit!" she jumped up and ran to the edge of the pool. 

"Get out of the way!" she shouted. 

Olivia dived in and grabbed a young guy. With his chin cradled in one hand she back stroked to the shallow end and pulled him from the pool. She bent over him and breathed into his mouth while pinching his nose.

A crowd gathered round enjoying the excitement. He spluttered and opened his eyes. He was black but at the moment looked very pale. 

"Just lie there a moment. Get me a blanket or something to cover him," she said to one of the girls. 

She stood up and they cheered. "You saved his life miss!" one of them said. The voice didn't sound too enthusiastic and they dived back into the water soon forgetting the incident. 

She bent over him on her knees. This time he was checking her out. He looked straight down her cleavage into the too small swimsuit. It pushed her breasts together in a cheap way she would have poked fun of on anyone else. 

She could feel the guys behind her checking out her ass. She flicked her eyes around the pool, the first time she had bothered to really look at them. These were out of work school leavers, the ones unable to make it to college.

"I'll have to write out a report, you OK now?" she asked. Olivia stood up and turned quickly but the guys were looking in all directions except at her bottom. That confirmed it the, jerks had been checking out her butt.

She strode back to the seat and glared at them. "Ok! Shows over, get back in the pool or go home," she growled. On the seat she felt her bare bottom and fidgeted not wanting to adjust the costume in front of them. She didn't want to look down either knowing it was pulled tight over her crotch. 

When they were out of the way she casually looked down and groaned. The tight swimsuit was pulled between her lips forming a clear camel toe. She had been too busy to bother only feeling it when sitting down. Now she realised how much of herself she had been showing off she felt stupid and embarrassed. 

She smiled to herself. The guys at the country club would have loved to catch her like this. They would have teased her to destruction but afterwards she would have them fawning over her like idiots.

The view of her rear would have been spectacular too with lips pouting between a pair of slim thighs while bending over that drowning fool. "The damn shits!" she whispered. She soon dismissed it as men being men. 

As the day wore on word went out about the new sexy lifeguard. Toward the end of the day a group of black teenagers moved in to check her out. They kept out of the way and of course didn't go into the pool for that would be un-cool. The two that had ogled her rear continued to swim, taking every opportunity to sweep their eyes over her fit white body.

The janitor pressed the bell in the office and those still there reluctantly got out and change from their wet things. Olivia patrolled around looking as though she knew what she was doing. The old guy had quickly left, leaving her close up. 

The keys were in the office and all she had to do was lock up and escape the dreadful place. On reflection she had enjoyed chatting to the girls for it was an eye opener to how they lived. Perhaps it was working on her conscience, working towards appreciating what she had. 

"OK! Day one completed," she said to the empty echoing hall. The female changing area was empty and there was no sound of males changing so she locked up. All she had to do was get dressed and escape back to Jane's house. She just hoped that juvenile delinquent Mark left her alone tonight for she was too tired to be bothered by the nuisance.

Walking past the male locker room she heard an argument. Striding in Olivia found two boys squaring up for a fight. "Hey! You two stop that right now!"

They stepped back looking as though they were relieved she had entered the place. She thought it was because they were unsure of themselves in a fight and were glad it was being broken up. She was very wrong.

She approached them to stand in as intimidating a pose as she could manage. With hands on hips she asked. "What's all this about? You should have left here, the pool is closed!"

With squeaking trainers on wet tiles four more appeared from behind the lockers. Now Olivia was the one feeling intimidated. 

"So guys, tell the nice white lady what you were arguing about," the tallest of them said.

She couldn't back away for they were all around her, with leering looks, checking her out. The swimsuit felt so small she wanted to close her arms about her body but dare not show a sign of weakness. She lifted her shoulders to emphasis her height but they were tall strong looking young men. 

She shook off the first fright for they were probably more nervous of her. She was a mature wealthy woman and they were just poor teenagers. They knew their place and so did she. 

"Well!" she asked, trying to take charge of the situation. "What are you doing here?"

With a grin one of the potential fighters looked directly at her cleavage. "I was telling Leroy your tits are best and he said it's your ass." They all laughed at this including Leroy.

"You're banned from here. I don't want to see your face or hear your dirty mouth in here again. Do you understand?" she said with a stern voice. Olivia could feel her face tinting pink. She flushed hot with embarrassment and anger. 

"I'm a twenty-eight year old mature woman and you adolescents should show respect. I'm here to look after you, not to be insulted," she spluttered in outrage.

She turned on each of them, facing them off with a severe glower. They quietened down. "It's me you are discussing not assets, I'm a person. I'm not in the habit of being discussed like that so desist," she said, effecting an outraged tone.

"I think you ass is cute lady," a tall lean guy spoke up. He looked her in the eye and she found it difficult to look away. "Let's vote on it," Mathew said."All in favour of the ass raise hands." 

"That is quiet enough. You are all very rude and I shall report you," she grimaced. Pushing past one of the boys she felt him grab her arm. Mathew took a hold of her wrist. 

"Don't go nice white lady. We haven't decided yet," he told her.

Olivia looked at the strong black hands gripping her thin wrists. "Let me go you're in deep trouble as it is, don't make it worse," she said. An edge of fear had crept in but she tired to hide it.

"Hands up for the big white tits, now the ass. The ass has it. Me I prefer white pussy," Mathew told her. 

"Let me go, this has gone far enough!" she complained. Scared now, she found it harder to breathe and keep the rising fear under control.

"It's more difficult to decide without seeing them tits girl," Mathew said.

"We should give them a fair look over," one of them suggested.

As it sank in what he meant she let out a yelp. "No! Leave me alone," she cried out. 

"You been flaunting your body all day miss rich girl. What you doing here anyway. This no place for the likes o you flaunting your rich white ass. They is sure great assets if you gonna sell them," he told her.

"You can't talk to me like that. Just let me go and I'll not tell anyone. Your two friends can come tomorrow I won't tell anyone about them fighting," she said, sounding weaker.

"Yea, they are gonna cum alright but now and again tomorrow," Mathew laughed, with the others joining in.

Olivia watched in astonishment as his hand slowly reached out toward her. He gripped the top of the suit and she struggled. She kicked out at the two holding her until one of them let an arm go and she managed to hit Mathew on the nose.

"Bitch! Tie her up," Mathew ordered. He watched her struggle panting heavily. They tied her arms above her head attaching the loose end to a wrecked locker.

Her breasts heaved with each inward breath. On tiptoe she couldn't kick out while needing to keep her balance. She watched the hand through tears, the only thing in focus. It gripped the top but surprisingly he yanked it upward. 

She thought he was going to pull it down to reveal her breasts. She felt it pulled tight between her lips, uncomfortably realising what he had done.

She felt the material pulled tight between her cheeks and more devastating was how much of her pussy was on show to these dreadful young men. He wasn't finished with her yet. He still gripped the top and this time she could feel the gradual pull.

"No please! Don't show them my breasts. It's wrong! You can't do this to me. My father is a rich man, he will pay you to leave me alone," she cried.

Mathew pulled, spilling her breasts out and grabbed one of them. He twisted a nipple enjoying the yelp of pain. Her breasts were held in a tight cleavage by what was left of the costume. It pushed them up and outward in a lewd display. 

The boys yelped in delight at the show and she cringed in fear from their nasty remarks. They were meant to be complimentary but she didn't think so. Not those foul words from dreadful youths who shouldn't be seeing them at all.

"You bastard! Leave me alone. Fuck you!" she cried out in distress.

"No, fuck you miss white rich woman. What you expect comin round here flaunting you're white body, you want it slut. Tell me slut," Mathew demanded.

"No! Please let me go you disgusting youth!" she yelled through snotty tears. 

"What you think of them big tits now guys?" Mathew asked.

A ragged growl of approval sounded like a roar in her ears. She was sensitive to every movement and sound with nerves stretched to breaking point. 'They can't, they won't. Surely not! I don't deserve this. Please make it stop!' Olivia pleaded inside not daring to make a sound, too afraid to say a word.

He slapped her face to gain attention. "What you say white slut, you want it right?"

"No! Please let me go. I promise not to say anything," she spluttered.

"Wrong answer rich bitch!" he told her. He grabbed her long auburn hair lifting her face to his looking close in the eyes. "Say 'Sir' when you answer me bitch!"

"Please, sir, let me go. I won't tell anyone honest, Sir," she pleaded.

Seeing a knife in his hands she quaked with fear, her knees almost giving way. The pain in her wrists forced her up on tiptoe. She watched intently every movement of the shiny blade as it cut the costume away from her body. 

Mathew cut the straps and her breasts bobbed without support and the boys murmured appreciation at the way they stood out. He fondled them, weighing them in one hand squeezing them together then letting them go to see how they bounced. Each time the lads cheered, all the time being gradually worked up by his demonstration of power over her.

He cut down one side and she felt it peeling away from her body. 

"No! No! Please sir," she shouted. Every shred of her dignity was being cut away. "You can't strip me in front of these, animals" she cried out.

"Animals?" he asked angrily. 

The sound of his voice was enough to have her whimpering. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean that, I meant strangers. Please don't strip me in front of strangers, sir," she pleaded. 

"You strip for friends then? We should get friendly then. You don't belong here this is our territory. You is trespassing. I can do anything I like with you. Ain't that right guys?" he said, and they cheered.

The crotch of the suit was wedged between her lips and cheeks, where it hung between her legs. The trembling of her legs swung it from side to side. She tried to think of something to say something to halt the dreadful degradation.

With eyes shut tight she felt the remains of the suit tugged away from her body. It pulled slowly from between her cheeks and slid agonisingly from between her lips. She was completely naked before the excited group of brutes.

She looked down in shame staring at the shreds of her costume disposed of on the cracked tiles. It didn't seem long before she too would crack. Holding on to the shreds of her dignity were difficult. She dare not speak for it would be nothing more than a meaningless whimper.

The two guys beside her loosened the rope until her feet were flat upon the floor and her knees buckled with weakness. They easily pulled her legs apart. Mathew moved closer pressing his body against her. He licked her ear and neck all the time taunting her. 

"You want me to fuck you don't you old white woman. You look twice my age you know that? I may be a big shit in your eyes but I have you helpless and naked. You locked up the place so no-one can get in to disturb us," he taunted her. Putting his hand to her crotch he told her, "I can get in though, right in here," he said, while squeezing her pussy.

"I'm going to fuck you nice and deep and make you cum," he sneered.

"No! Please, Sir. Don't do that to me, you can't, you're just a... You've seen my body and humiliated me, isn't that enough? Please let me go Sir!" she yelped desperately.

"What don't you want me to do?" he asked, while nibbling her lips trying to force his tongue into her mouth. A finger scratched over her pussy lips. "Tell me with words we poor critters can understand. Tell me slut!" he said, slapping her ass.

"Please, Sir, don't, don't fuck me, Sir," she yelped. It was deplorable using that word and calling this young thug sir, but she had gone way beyond caring about her position in life. She was shrinking into a tiny world of dire humiliation. Having to beg not to be fucked had drained every iota of pride from her. 

The hand was cupped over her pussy with a finger pressing against her anus. He was taunting with lewd suggestions. She bit his tongue as it probed her mouth. In retaliation a finger pushed at her cold flesh, piercing between her lips, roughly invading her vagina.

"Bitch, whore! You'll pay for that," he shouted at her, and shoved two fingers into her vagina roughly taking her with slow deep strokes.

"No! Stop it you bastard, you can't do it to me, it's bad, your evil" she croaked. 

He slapped her ass then slapped her face. His fingers stopped while buried deep inside her. "You goanna behave now? Open your mouth wide and let me see." 

Olivia opened her mouth and let him bite her lips and flick his tongue over hers. Her mind was working rapidly trying to think how to get out of this disgusting mess but the only hope was if they didn't want to be charged with rape. Perhaps they wouldn't go that far or couldn't with friends watching.

"Your pussy is nice and tight woman, you gripping my fingers like a good whore? When last you make out?" he slapped her ass again to gain her attention. 

She was trying to block out what was happening, not wanting to feel this revolting abuse of her poor body.

It was so humiliating having to tell this thug such intimate details of her life but there was little choice. She bit back a sob to tell him. "A year ago, Sir." 

"Please, Sir, don't do that. I've not done anything since I was divorced. I'm a respectable mature woman. Please don't hurt me," she pleaded, in a fluster of words unable to bring her thoughts together.

His fingers were exploring deep inside and though it was gentle it was unpleasant. His thumb nudged her bud but there was no joy in it. This would have been a powerful fantasy but the reality was so very bad.

"You're nice and tight woman cause you ain't been used for awhile," he laughed. "Tell me what I'm doing to you bitch."

Olivia didn't hear the others laugh, just him, just his derisory voice so close and that awful exploration. 

"Y. Y. You're finger fucking me, sir." She moaned in an agony of humiliation. This thug had his fingers inside her and was intent on humiliating her to the limit. 

"You've been married, so you must know how to pleasure a man. I sure could use you. You want a young stud like me fucking you right?"

"No! Please Sir, not that," she whimpered.

He pulled away and she hoped this was an end to it. They turned her sideways from the locker and he stepped in front of her again. She felt someone behind her holding on to her hips. She felt Mathew's hard cock against her belly and she moaned. 

They thought she moaned from being hot but she was still dry and the moan was from anguish not anticipation.

He slid it between her legs nudging her lips then heaved his cock into her. 

"Oh! No! Please no. You bastard, take it out, bastard, no! Please don't fuck me, sir." she cried out.




Olivia Ch. 02



"My huge black dick too big for you?" he laughed. 

Not until the stranger behind her pushed at her anus was she aware of why he was there. "Not that, no, no, no. Stop it, please stop. Please sir, make him stop. Not that! Not my bottom," she screamed. 

Pushing forward away from him she impaled herself on the cock in her pussy. There was no escape from the stranger behind her they were gripping her too tight. He forced past her clenched ass-hole into her tight virgin bottom. 

Before she could rally to fight they pounded in unison rocking her body between them. A desperate whore might take it up against a wall but she was standing with two cocks penetrating her body. She could feel her breasts swinging against his chest as she shook her head from side to side. 

Spittle sprayed from her mouth as she repeated one word, "No!"

She didn't want to feel it or be aware of it but two cocks rubbed against the thin wall separating her pussy and anus. The strange feeling was despicable as the whole disgusting abuse of her lovely body was shocking. 

It didn't take long before the two guys both began to cum. 

"Please sir don't cum in me, you can't do that! Pull out, please! Oh shit, no!"

They both spurted fluid into her body. It wasn't as though they had made love, she wasn't ready, not even warm. There hadn't been a coming together of lovers for they had just made use of her. They used her body as they might a hand to flog themselves with. She felt completely degraded.

Her legs gave way leaving her hanging by the wrists, used, abused and defeated. There was a vague awareness of being cut down and a pair of arms lowering her to the cold floor. She screwed her body up into a foetal position the only protection from those terrible staring eyes.

Olivia wasn't relieved it was over. She was too afraid to feel anything. She just wished they would go and leave her to recover. If that could ever be possible.



Olivia Ch. 02



Chapter 2 -- The re-emergence of Jimmy

Bill was the type of guy, that when he got into something, he had to learn all about. We joined a local club, and at first, we mostly just watched. As we became known as regulars, some of the other Masters introduced themselves to Jimmy.

From them, Bill learned about hiring trainers. Bill wanted to try everything at least once. Often, he would quickly decide he didn't enjoy it, or was afraid of the risk of injury to me, and we wouldn't explore it any further. Regardless of the cash price, some form of sex from me was always a part of the deal. Some of the lessons also included some contribution from the trainer's slaves for Jimmy, so he could tell if I was performing adequately. It may have been my imagination, but Bill always seemed more affectionate to me after these lessons.

We had always avoided the monthly slave auction, but one of the trainers insisted that it was an experience Bill should partake in to get the full feeling of the community. He explained to Bill that he could control how much of me was up for auction, and Bill agreed to give it a try.

Bill chose to be very restrictive for the first auction. I was to be auctioned for one hour, no whipping, no vaginal penetration, and he wanted to watch. Then for a little more control, he secretly gave a friend of his money to bid on me. While this was not a common practice, it was not strictly forbidden. Sometimes a Master would use the auction as a form of punishment, with the slave not realizing the winner was pre-arranged, and spending the day imaging the worst.

Bill brought me in back to prepare me for the auction, and that's where we saw Jimmy. He was on display in one of the auction cages, completely naked as we all were. His back was covered in scars from being whipped. His body was covered in tattoos and piercings, many in places where the skin is quite sensitive, and that would have been quite painful to receive. Most of the tattoos were quite derogatory. The most interesting were "man slut" tattooed up the crease in his ass, and the knobby ball pierced in his tongue. We had learned in one of our previous explorations that this was designed for extra stimulus when performing oral sex, especially on a man.

Bill made some discreet inquiries, and found out that Jimmy had gotten into excessive gambling debt with an extremely sadistic loan shark who was part of the community. To pay his debt, Jimmy agreed to become the loan sharks property. But Jimmy being rash, he never checked out the terms of the contract. Every month, he is auctioned off for one week, no restrictions. Any money received, is taken off his debt. If he fails to pay off the debt completely, he receives a tattoo or piercing as a punishment, and the cost of that is added to his debt. In between auctions, he sleeps in a dog house, outside the kitchen door, and services any request by the household staff. To add insult to injury. The cost of his food is also added to his debt. We learned that the loan shark always has one "pet" in his debt, and by the time their debt is paid off, their self-esteem is usually so shattered, that they are in capable of leaving, and are sold off to some of the seedier brothels overseas. As much as we hated Jimmy for what he did to us, neither of us wanted to see him treated this way.

Before the auction, Masters who had registered to bid, would mill around the staging area, evaluating the merchandise. A certain amount of touching was allowed, and even encouraged. I endured twists to my nipples, slaps to my butt, and even a few fingers thrust in my snatch. By the time the pages signaled the start of the auction, and directed the masters out, I was so horny, I would even have let Jimmy fuck me.

We had signed up early, so I was one of the first lots, and because of all the restrictions Bill had placed on me, there was little interest in me. Bill's friend had no problem purchasing me, and I was immediately brought into one of the back rooms, and prepared.

I was placed in a flesh colored body suit, and my breasts were pushed through openings that weren't really big enough for them. My breasts were being painfully squeezed, and were forced to jut out. There was no crotch, and I was completely accessible. Next two straps were placed around my butt cheeks, and just like the holes for my breast, were painfully tight, and caused the meaty part to jut out. Oddly enough, I found the pain to be extremely stimulating.

In the middle of the room, was a devise that looked like a sawhorse, except that it had a padded cross bar. I had seen this before, and had heard it referred to as "riding the horse". The padded area was adjusted to my torso, and I was laid across it. This left my head and breasts available at one end, and my pussy and ass at the other. The wrists and ankles of the bodysuit were fitted with locks that were now fastened to the legs of the horse.

The page announced, "Test commencing". I realized that some form of audio recording must be occurring. I felt a pinch to both nipples, "breast responsive". I felt a slap to each butt cheek, "butt responsive". I felt two fingers quickly thrust in my snatch, "already wet". When those same fingers were placed before my lips, I knew what was expected, and cleaned them hungrily. "Mouth adequate. Test complete".

I was fitted with a blindfold, and an O-ring gag, and felt a ball placed in my cunt, and a plug in my butt, both of which suddenly buzzed to life. The page then informed me that the one hour time didn't start until either the purchaser entered the room, or the auction ended, whichever came first. The auction was scheduled to last another three hours, and I was already dripping. I didn't know how I would survive this torture.

What seemed to be about a half hour later, I heard the door open, and a chain of some kind being attached below the horse. Next I heard Bill's voice, and felt relieved. "Thanks for doing this Jerry."

I knew Jerry, and considered him to be nice, Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I figured the chain I heard must have been for his slave Lassie, named because he dressed like the star of the old TV show. "No problem. I have wanted a crack at that mouth of hers for some time. How do you want to do this? When I buy a slave, I usually fuck the mouth, while Lassie retrieves the ball. But if you want to participate, I'll give you choice of holes, or if you prefer, I'll have Lassie suck you off."

I listened intently to Bill's answer. "Actually I've heard wanted to try a spit roast for some time, so I'll take her ass, and you can enjoy yourself." I felt Bill's hand on me gently rubbing my ass, and playing with the butt plug. Despite the gag, I moaned hungrily, I was ready to pop.

"I see she doesn't have nipple rings, have you experimented with weights yet?"

"No, but now's as good a time as any"

"I'll just use the lightest ones."

I felt a set of hands that must have belonged to Jerry pinching my nipples, only when the hands left, my nipples were still pinched. I could feel the weight pulling them down , and a wave of pain spreading through my breasts, and ,my whole body. When it reached my pussy, it exploded into intense pleasure.

I felt the butt plug being extracted, and a lube being gently massaged into my crack. Then in one jerk, Bill slammed his whole length into me, causing more waves of confusing pain/pleasure to wash over me. If not for the gag, I would have screamed. I could feel my orgasm building, as Jerry thrust himself into my mouth. I was drifting off to another world, as a vaguely heard Jerry command Lassie to "get the ball". Her tongue had barely touched me when a body was wracked by an orgasm so intense that I passed out.

When I came to, I was on the couch in the corner of the room. The body suit, and toys had been removed, and I was dressed in one of my favorite sheer negligees. I hadn't even realized that Bill had brought it with him. I was cradled against Bill's chest. And Jerry was cleaning my face with a damp cloth. Lassie was on the floor taking turns cleaning both of them.

Jerry noticed my eyes move first. He brought over a huge bottle of water, and ordered me to drink it. I did so gratefully. As I drank, I was vaguely aware that Bill and Jerry were discussing the benefits of exposing me to overstimulation, but my brain was too fuzzy to follow. I finished the water, and fell asleep again.

I woke up in Bill's bed, which was odd because whenever I was in that room, I was always sleeping on the floor. Bill was gently shaking me. He had made me breakfast in bed. I guess he found my performance pleasing.

From time to time we talked about buying Jimmy in the auction. Bill would make Jimmy pamper me, and not be able to touch me. We never did, but the fantasy inspired some very passionate nights. After Bill's inquiries, word got back to the loan shark about what Jimmy had done. We heard that two of his new tattoos were "embezzler", and "adulterer" were inspired by us.



Olivia Ch. 02



When I regained my sight and worldly awareness, I rose, picked up my shag dress and went home. I was not the least bit surprised when I opened the door to our apartment to see both granny and my mother sitting at the kitchen table awaiting my return. Neither one of us spoke a word. Granny rose and got a wet towel and began cleaning my legs. When I looked own at my legs, I was startled to see two streams of dried, white lava that had coursed down my legs. As soon as I was clean of old man Chenowith's jism once more, granny spoke to me.

"You have made your first visit to Mr. Chenowith's room. Did you like what was done to you this night?"

"Yes, I did. "

"Are you willing to return to his room?"

I had to think that one over for a few minutes and then, suddenly, I knew that I not only would I return to old man Chenowith's dungeon, but that I wanted to go back in the worst way.

"Yes, I am."

Mom and granny rose in preparation of going to bed.

"Can I ask you a question?"

They both sat back down and, in unison, nodded their heads.

"Why are so many of the women who live here so adamant that they won't let him put his thing in their pussies?"

Granny gave me her answer.

"Olivia, every girl or woman has a pussy between their legs and a lot of them wish they didn't! So, they try to avoid any reference to their pussy and its' uses by directing their lives in other ways. Some become teachers, others become secretaries, and yet others become business women -- all for the purpose of ignoring and denying that hole between their legs and what it is used for. The women in this family are different -- decidedly different. Instead of just having a pussy between our legs, we are pussies! Our whole body eats, breathes and lives the life of a pussy! And, just as we are pussies, old man Chenowith is a prick! We are lucky to have found him for, just as there are not a large number of pusses in this sex-starved world, there are, also, not many true pricks! That is what drives these females crazy. For all the gripping they do, not one of them could go without the sessions in the old man's dungeon. Men recognize pussies and women recognize pricks! Some day this will all make sense to you." 

With that, we all went to bed. And, to this day, nothing has ever been said about that night or any of the other nights that I spent with old man Chenowith! We all accepted that I had become a woman that night.

The classification of me as a cunt by the old woman in the shop began to make sense

Slowly, my mind drifted back to this day and I began to realize that I was an adult female and I was in my bed and in my bedroom and trying to get to sleep. The Ben Wa balls had been removed from my cunt, but something else was in me! Suddenly, I knew that I was being shagged! I looked down in the direction of my cunt and, lo and behold, my hair brush had somehow migrated from the dresser where it normally reclined to a point where its' handle was so deeply into my cunt that it was no longer visible! I was totally unable to remove it from my cunt so I slept with it buried inside of me for all of that night! Somehow, it seemed to be the perfectly proper thing to do.

The next morning, after I installed those balls, I had to admit that they gave me a slow gentle boost of sexual arousal. I was looking forward to a lazy day of sitting at my desk and checking out what these balls could do for me. As I walked into our office, I was met with an unexpected scene. With the exception of Ava, the office was empty!

"Where is everybody?"

"Well, if you hadn't left early yesterday, you would have been here when the news came down from on high!"

"Okay, Ava -- so I took an hour off to go shopping. In all our years together, how many times have you seen me do that? Now enough of this nonsense, Where are all the others?"

"The company is about to undergo an inspection by the government and all of our girls have been parceled out to other departments except for me. Kayla is in Finance. Rosa is in Legal. And Sierra is in Personnel. Don't bother sitting down because you are going to Contracts."

I thought to myself, "There goes your lazy Day in the office."

For the next two or three weeks, I typed contracts and, when some high blown idiot would make minor changes in them, I would type them again. It didn't take very long for this to begin wearing me down. I did have one thing going for me. I was so ever lastingly glad that the old woman at La Femelle Erotik had seen fit to give me those Ben Wa Balls. They did result in orgasms, albeit, orgasms that had very gentle onsets so I was able to corral my inner feelings and not suddenly shout out as an orgasm hit me. Those balls were about the only things that kept me going. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the inspection was over!



Olivia Ch. 03



I could almost feel the sigh of relief when the last of the federal inspectors finally pulled out of the company parking lot. Some of the people even gave a cheer. Not only were our days of trepidation over, but the company had passed with flying colors. I collected my stuff and went back to the secretarial pool office. All of the old crowd was there and, even though it wasn't Friday, we all felt the need for a night out on the town. I had intended to confront Kayla at our first meeting, but I, like the others, was just too beat to face her down. We all bailed out early and planned to meet once again at La Minette. I don't know what the others did, but I went home, showered, powdered my body, added a dash of perfume and donned my newly purchased shag dress and its accoutrements. By the time that I arrived at La Minette, all of the others were gathered at, 'our' table. As I entered, Yvette intercepted me and asked me if I still wanted her to insure that Ava watched the proceedings in one of the cribs.

"I most certainly do. Ava can't just sit there and not join in on the sex. I would prefer it if you could arrange so that she watches me perform, but any one of the other girls would be satisfactory."

Yvette answered my request with a snide grin.

I was the only one wearing a shag dress and the others were really impressed with my get up. I answered many questions about where I had gotten my outfit and what it cost. They all were especially impressed when I told them that La Minette had paid for the whole thing. There was a chorus of promises to visit La Femelle Erotik at the first opportunity. 

As we were finishing dinner and our second or, in some cases, our third drink, Yvette approached the table and informed us that La Minette was putting on a special show for their patrons this very night and we all were invited. She also cautioned us that, if we wanted another drink, we should order it now since liquor was not served in the theater. As soon as our orders were delivered, she led us into a part of La Minette that none of us had seen before. She stopped in front of what was obviously an elevator. When the door opened, we all piled in. There was a lot of kidding as the elevator rose to the assigned floor and I, like the others, was surprised when I first viewed La Minette's theater. To say that it was an intimate theater would have been a huge over statement. There was a rather miniscule stage area with a heavy curtain blocking most of the back of the stage. This stage had a very small raised portion that appeared as if it could be rotated. As for the audience, there were just two tables -- each of which had five chairs. Our troop quickly laid claim to the table nearest to the elevator. We hadn't any more than gotten seated when the elevator door opened and five lesbians were disgorged. They were obviously as surprised at seeing our group as were at seeing them. They quickly seated themselves at the second table. They weren't any more than seated, when the lights were dimmed and a voice began speaking over some kind of sound system.

"Good evening, ladies. La Minette is pleased to present a small sketch for your entertainment that will illustrate another of La Minette's many extraordinary features. So, sit back, enjoy your drinks and watch La Minette's Pump Room Presentation."

Each of us looked around at the others for we had no idea of what this reference to a, 'Pump Room' implied.

All lighting was extinguished and a pinpoint spot lit up the small, raised portioned of the stage. The rear curtains parted and a naked female emerged. Even though all of us, lesbians included, were there for the purpose of enjoying sex, there was a noticeable gasp when this naked female stepped onto the stage. She didn't hesitate. She went quickly to the small raised portion and took up a stance on this portion of the stage. I am certain that all of the others were as nonplussed as I.

She was noticeably middle-aged. For it was readily apparent that her body had begun the age-driven-spread. Then, as we looked her over, it became apparent that parts of her body were not aged. 

It was impossible to recognize the woman for she was wearing an executioner's mask and this covered her entire face and head. Only her eyes, nose and mouth were showing through the mask structure. But that wasn't the strangest thing that each of us noted. My first glance caused my eyes to center upon her tits. They, each, looked like the domed ceiling to the capitol building. The bases of her tits were unusually large and globular. On top of each, the areola was a raised portion and the nipple of each tit was not only erect, but they were each at least two inches in length! These were not the tits of a middle-aged female! Nor were they the tits of a young girl. These chest glands had been manipulated by some kind of man-made machine!

Once I could tear my eyes away from these fantastic tits, I gulped in surprise for I could clearly see that both of her labia were red and swollen beyond belief. They, too, were obviously manipulated! I looked across at Kayla and she just shrugged her shoulders as much to say, "Your guess is as good as mine!" Someone in the crowd whispered, 'camel toes', but I wasn't really sure what was meant by that. I wondered if the remarkable shapes of this woman's genitals were in some way connected to that Pump Room the unseen voice had mentioned?

While I was considering the strange formations of the woman's genitals, the curtains parted again and a male appeared. He, like his partner, was naked so there was no hesitancy in quickly staring downwards at his penis. This caused a noticeable gasp from every female throat assembled in that room. It wasn't terribly long, but -- my God -- it was huge in girth! The only things I could think of to compare it to were the very large sausages that I had seen hanging in the butcher shop. Every woman in that room mentally compared the size of that monster cock with the size of their individual cunts and not all felt that they could withstand the onslaught of this sex weapon! I was totally unable to move my eyes away from that cock! The female standing on the stage was not in the least upset by this man's appearance. In fact, she proceeded to kneel down upon the raised stage in such a pose that her face and chest were considerably below the level of her ass which jutted up in a very inviting manner. The male began a vigorous stroking of those elephantine cunt lips. He was priming that female for the fucking that we all knew was about to be consummated. I shuddered when I looked at his ball sac. It was bigger than a good sized grapefruit and it hung down dangerously close to the floor. As the male continued the foreplay with his partner, a voice rang out from one of the viewing women,

"For God's sake, fuck her!"

Contrary to what might have been expected from this abrupt interference, no one laughed. Each of us had been thinking the very same thing!

The male stepped up closer to his target and slid -- he didn't thrust -he slid his cock in between those puffy cunt lips. For a fleeting moment, I was reminded of old man Chenowith and what he had subjected me to. There was no reluctance on the point of that woman's cunt lips to accepting that massive cock and there was a chorus of, 'ooh's' and 'aah's' as we watched those cunt lips part to accept this invasion. The utility of his immense sac soon became apparent for, as the male mounted the female, his ball sac swung between her legs and struck her clit! From that point onward, her clit received a strike with every fucking movement and all of us females knew what this was doing to her belly, guts and thighs. The female began uttering a whimpering sound and the male was grunting with every stroke. The raised portion upon which they were positioned began a slow revolution. This made it easy for each and every one of us to view their genitals and to watch that monster cock push into and pull out of her cunt. 

I was immediately reminded of something granny had said to mom and me. She was holding forth upon the various sizes of male cocks when she said, 

"If you ever get a man who has a really large cock, you are going to be in heaven. Your pussy will stretch so that he can get all the way into you and, when he strokes you, your pussy will resemble the mouth of a babe sucking at its' mother's tit. When he pulls back, your pussy lips will cling to his cock in a vain attempt to hold it inside of you and, when he thrusts it back deep into your belly, your pussy lips will suck on it like a kid with a lollipop!"

Each time the show girl passed where I could watch the action of that immense cock and her cunt lips, I knew that granny had been right! Then, as her face came into my view, I was astounded to see her mouth reacting in exactly the same fashion. It opened and closed in time with the man's fucking of her cunt as though the muscles controlling her mouth were, in some insane manner, directly connected to the muscles in her cunt! She was totally absorbed in what was being done to her between her legs and she was not aware of what was going on around her for her eyes were staring at something that was miles away!

Considering the constant rough massaging of her clit, it didn't take long for the female to climax. She gave a short, sharp cry and fell forward onto her face and chest. This elicited another gasp from the audience and this was followed by another sucking in of ten female breaths. For, ten other humans had just emerged from behind the curtain, five males and five females. They were clad in the same sort of masks as the first two and they showed the exact same kinds of physical modifications as the others. I have always been entranced by the sight of human genitals and this group of individuals was like lodestones to me, attracting, and holding, my eyes. Each one of the males had the biggest cock that I had ever seen. They were easily as large as my wrists! The effects that these immense cocks had on the members of the audience were readily apparent. I glanced around and noticed several pools of female juices on the floor. If I hadn't been wearing crotch-less pantyhose, I know that my under things would have been soaked through. As it was, the four fingers I had thrust into my cunt were dripping with my juices.

The voice resumed speaking.

"Ladies, you are witnessing the wonderful alterations that we here at La Minette can bring to your bodies! If you are interested, please speak with Miss Yvette and she will be able to give you all of the necessary details. We hope that you have enjoyed our little presentation and good night!"

Most of us sat the unmoving for quite a long time, for the male was still fucking the female! 

Since our table was the closest to the elevator, we reached it first and piled in. I just happened to be standing next to Ava and, when I looked into her face, I saw that she was deathly pale!

"Ava! Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I just got a little over stimulated by that display."

I wasn't certain that she wasn't really ill so I kept a watch on her until we all were once more seated at our table. Dear old Kayla came up with a statement that set us all to thinking,

"For as long as the Horny Harlots have been meeting, every one of us, at one time or another, has expressed the desire for a big cock. Well, tonight we got our first look at a really big cock and I'll tell you what effect it had on me. As soon as I get home tonight, I am going to measure my cunt to see if I could possibly take that monstrosity inside of me without bustin' my guts! And, I strongly suggest that you do the same!"

I knew that I would do the same. 

As we all sat there thinking over the wild, exciting show we had just witnessed, A woman a little older than me came up to the table and addressed me,

"Care to dance, sweetie?"

I knew that she was offering me some kind of sexual interlude and, at that point, I wanted my sexual drive pushed to its' utmost limit so I hastily accepted her invitation. As we moved to the dance floor, I surreptitiously unbuttoned the top buttons of my shag dress. I thought I had done it without my partner noticing my preparations for our tryst, but I was definitely mistaken for, as I moved to be enclosed in her arms, she surprised the hell out of me by slipping her hands inside my dress top and beginning a sweet massaging of my nearly exposed tits. I couldn't restrain myself so I rather noticeably sucked in my breath as I felt her touch. She acted as though what had transpired between us was perfectly normal and to be expected. I stared into her eyes and saw desire. Then, she slowly bent her head and kissed me! The combination of her lips on mine and her hands on my tits -- well, it nearly drove me wild.

"Take it easy, honey. I've got a lot more to give you this night!" Once more, I stared into her eyes. "Have you ever experienced a fucking by the creeping worm?" I shook my head. "Well, you shall know that animal tonight!" With this statement, she spun me around and led me through the curtains that separated the dining area from the fucking rooms. She seemed to know where she was going and we went the length of the hallway until we reached room number six. Yvette was standing by the beaded-curtain entrance and I got the distinct impression that, somehow, all of this had been prearranged. We stepped inside the fucking room and immediately began removing our clothing.

"You be on bottom! I be on top!"

My partner didn't know it but those arrangements fit perfectly with my designs for this evening's show. With me on the bottom, I would be looking over this woman's backside and straight at the wall of the crib that contained the sliding viewport. Ava was certain to be able to see all that we were doing and the look upon my face as whatever this woman had in mind was done to me. 

At first, I expected that we would engage in a more-or-less straight sixty-nine. So I was not surprised when my partner lifted her leg and took a position on top of my chest with her cunt lips just millimeters from my lips. She didn't drive her cunt down upon my face and mouth. Rather, she slowly lowered her hips until her cunt lips were just barely in reach of my mouth. She began the universal humping and, as she did this, her pubic hair kept up a constant tickling of my tits. Obviously, she wanted me to commit myself to tonguing her cunt. Her scent was strong, but not unpleasant. A little straining in an upward direction on my part and I could plaster my lips to her open cunt. She let out a squeal as my tongue drove inside of her cunt lips and her mouth fell upon my cunt like a ravenous animal. 

I remembered my purpose for this night and quickly shifted my gaze to where I knew the viewing port was located. Sure enough, there was a pair of startled, unbelieving eyes riveted upon the two of us. If my mouth hadn't been occupied with this woman's cunt lips, I would have laughed for Ava was getting a full view of what we girls had been doing! But, I could not leave my fun level for very long. I was so excited from the show and the caressing of my tits that the opening twinges of my first orgasm were not long in making themselves felt. She must have sensed my arousal for, suddenly and without any prior notice, she rolled off of my body. She was now lying on her side facing me and I was lying upon my back. Her voice was just a whisper as she told me, 

"The creeping worm is here in this bed with us! He will be inside of us before we know it. I think I feel it inside your cunt this very minute!"

As she said this, she thrust four of her fingers into my cunt! Ordinarily, I would have said that my cunt wouldn't take that many fingers at one time, but this night it did.

"Now you feel the creeping worm!"

She began flexing the fingers inside of my cunt and dragging them across the top of my vaginal passage. Each time her fingers reached the vicinity of my cunt lips, their tips would brush across my G-spot! Simultaneously, her thumb would touch down upon my clit! She was driving me insane with these acts of pleasure and I was quickly reaching my orgasmic level.

"Please, you look for creeping worm in me!"

I promptly reached across to her cunt, thrust four fingers into her, and began mimicking her movements. I was so terrifically excited that I couldn't keep my legs down upon the cot. I emphatically thrust them upwards until my toes were pointing skyward. Abruptly, I became aware that she was no longer tapping my clit with her thumb. Then I gasped for her entire fist was inside of my cunt!

"Now, we stamp on creeping worm! You like?"

I couldn't bring myself to answer her for my orgasm was roaring down upon my unprotected body. My vision was locked onto the ceiling of that little room and my entire attention was centered upon the sensations that I was getting from inside of my cunt. Strange sounds were emanating from my throat along with equally strange sounds that my partner was emitting. I wasn't the least bit perturbed that someone might hear us for I was riding a wave of orgasms. The pounding of her hand in my cunt drove me from one orgasm to another. I gave a mighty gasp and the whole room faded from view!

"Olivia! Olivia! Are you okay?"

Slowly, I once more became a part of the natural flow of things and I looked up to see Yvette standing over me. 

"Are you okay?"

"Sure. Why wouldn't I be?"

"You were completely out of this world when I came in to get you. All of the other harlots have gone home. You are the last of the lot."

"Okay. Give me a hand and help me up. Good God almighty, but that woman was one helluva fucker. Have you ever heard of this, 'creeping worm' she introduced me to?"

"Only in just a few cases. She must have taken a distinct liking to you for she doesn't put everybody through that ordeal."

"How about Ava? Did my plan work out okay?"

"I'm not sure. Ava got so sick to her stomach that she had to run to the lavatory and upchuck. It took a lot of effort to get her out of the lavatory and it was clear that she was in no state to drive home. So, we put her in a cab and away she went. Olivia, I've never seen a woman react so violently as Ava did tonight from watching some other woman enjoying sex. I think there is a distinct possibility that she will not ever return here to La Minette! You may have driven her away for good!" 



Olivia Ch. 03



The sight of their friends fucking the beautiful female body was too much for them, they needed to relieve the ache. It didn't mater who or what she was they just needed her. They pulled Olivia to her knees, positioning her stiff body on all fours. One of them lay next to her then pulled her on top. 

He felt her collapse upon him with her breasts squashed against his chest. 

She felt this cock against her belly. "No! Please sir! Don't let them take me. I can't take anymore," she whimpered, knowing each of them was going to take his turn. Unable to find the strength to move, let alone fight, she lay sprawled over the young man under her.

"Don't tell me the whore is full up with cum. She's not much of a sperm bucket is she!" he laughed. His friends weren't listening for they were too intent on entering her lovely white body.

Someone positioned himself behind her, grabbing a pair of thin hips. Another of them grabbed a fistful of hair to pull her mouth over his cock. They didn't count down, or say a word to co-ordinate it, they just thrust in when ready. Her bottom and vagina was well lubricated with the gangs cum so they slid in easily.

Her body bounced around between them in quick jerks from three cocks viciously thrusting into her. Quietly she moaned a string of invective cursing everything and everyone in her life. 

The nightmare would soon be over she kept telling herself. 

A boy flogged himself over her back unable to wait for a hole to become available. They just saw her as a three-hole fuck slut. She had been reduced to a thing to be used.

Again it was over quickly. They were so near before starting they needed little friction to spurt their sperm into her prone body. The young man standing close shot his load over her back and hair.

She lay on the hard floor without enough strength to pull her body into a protective ball.

Olivia didn't hear them arguing about what to do next for she was almost out cold. Her body was bruised and her mind in turmoil. They had pounded her pussy and her ass so hard she was sore inside. 



Mathew had two of them drag her into a shower where they hosed her down. The cold water brought her round. When it was turned off she huddled on the floor trying to block out where she was and what was happening. 

"Here, get dressed," Mathew told her. 

Slowly and painfully she drew the clothes together he had thrown at her. It was clear they weren't hers but thankful to be covering her body she pulled them on. 

The skirt wasn't much more than a belt. The blouse was too small and the buttons had been ripped off, so she tied it in a knot, baring her midriff. Even without a bra it pulled her breasts into a deep cleavage with them almost hanging out.

"Where are you taking me? Haven't you done enough? Please just let me go, Sir." she wailed.

Mathew slapped her bare ass and propelled her out of the building. She tried to cover herself as with every step the little skirt bobbed up showing off the bottom of her cheeks. 

"Don't talk unless you are told to bitch. We are going to show off our trophy white meat, then get rid of you," he said.

"Get rid of me? You can't kill me, please sir," she begged. "I'll do anything, please, Sir, just let me go. Please sir, I'll be good, I won't tell anyone, I'll do anything you say, honest sir," she babbled.

He slapped her face laughing at her. "I told you to be silent." He didn't mean to kill her, he meant to show her off then dump her at the bus station. What did she think he was? "What do you think, you stupid white trash," he said. They pushed her into a beat-up old car.

She tumbled onto the back seat and managed to sit up between two of them. Was this to be the big one way ride? She had heard about how violent street gangs were. 

She scrabbled around in her memory for something, anything that might save her. She remembered reading a Sunday supplement about gangs keeping gang-girls at their club house. She didn't believe it at the time, thinking it was just sensationalism for the white middle classes to be outraged over.

She grabbed a hand and pressed it to a breast. Another young hand she pulled up the tiny skirt shoving a finger into her pussy. "Let me be your gang-girl. I know what to do, I'll fuck you all. I'll do whatever you say. Just let me," she broke off with a sob. She wanted to live!

She was too scared to say the word die. Inside the car and outside seemed to be in stark black and white. It seemed too bright. Her eyes took in every detail as though this were her last moments. 

"Can we keep her Mat," the guy next to her asked, while enjoying fingering her. 

She willed him to say yes. She tried to encourage the one next to her by whispering in his ear. "Keep me and you can fuck me whenever you like. You can have my ass and I'll give you blow jobs. Just keep me as your gang slut." she told him.

She encouraged him to ask Mathew again by squirming on his fingers, pretending to be excited.

"She wants to be our gang slut, she's real hot, we should keep her," he suggested again.

"Yes, let me be your slut. All the gang can have me, I'll fuck real well," she pleaded desperately.

"There's twenty in our gang, think you can handle that?" Mathew shot back at her. He had no intention of keeping her, she was trouble. Though a little fun could be had while she thought she was for the high jump.

"You want to look after twenty young virile men every night, whore?" he teased.

Olivia thought this was the gang and they didn't seem interested in taking her again. She was trying to buy time but the thought of servicing twenty of these rough psychopaths almost broke her completely. 

It was still light and the rough neighbourhood they were travelling around depressed all hope of help. She hadn't seen a police car. She looked at the door handle wondering if she should try it. 

She whimpered as they pulled at her manoeuvring her round on the seat. She didn't have the strength to fight. Before she knew what was happening she was jammed into the window frame with her ass outside. All she could think of was at least this way no-one could recognise her. Not that anyone she knew would be in such a rough neighbourhood.

They cruised around then stopped where a group of men walked over. "Yo Mat. What you got there? Bit of skinny white booty," one of them laughed.

"You got the cash you can have it," he said.

Olivia's skin crawled. She was drowning in an agony of degradation. Her pussy and asshole were on view to complete strangers and it was being offered for sale. She was jammed tight, half hanging out of the window and couldn't move. Her head, legs and arms were on the inside with just her bottom hanging out.

"You still want to be our whore? Or what?" Mathew taunted. 

Surely they couldn't sell her on the street in broad daylight. This was some kind of mad test. Perhaps if she passed they might not kill her. "Yes," she stammered in a whisper.

"Can't hear you girl," he shouted at her.

Only yesterday she had a pampered life of luxury in her father's home. If someone dared look at her in the wrong way her father would have them sued with a team of lawyers. She thought of the pool guy, but if this was retribution from the gods it was too much to pay.

"I'm you're whore, Sir. I'll do whatever you want, sir," she moaned.

"She's a polite whore but right here on the street? You're mad bro," he laughed. "I've got five, what'll that buy me?" he asked.

"You got five minutes, do what you like," he told the stranger.

The crowd of young men hid him from view of anyone passing so he handed over a five. 

Olivia felt his hands on her ass and gasped. His hands were all over her crotch, fingers from both hands exploring roughly. She whimpered but dare not speak. She couldn't even see who it was. Evidently he was excited for a much harder, bigger object entered her. His cock thrust in and she cried out.

Olivia wanted to beg them to stop but the words didn't form, just a pitiful sound of abject dread was emitted. She felt for the third time that evening a spurt of cum hit her insides. Another of them took his place but this time he didn't bother touching her he just rammed his cock into her asshole.

She yelped in pain, though it was easier to take him, for she was no longer a virgin. The very idea of it was repulsive for no one had taken her there, not even her ex-husband. These filthy barbarians had raped her tight little virgin ass. They were stretching it with every thrust making it into just another fuck hole.

Olivia lost count of how many took her pussy and asshole. It had become a competition between them to see who could cum the quickest. The noise was attracting attention and she hoped someone would save her.

As they drove off she could feel their sperm in her body. The very feel of it was repulsive. They made her sit on an old cloth where it slopped out of her open holes.

"She sure is some sperm bucket," one of the gang told Mathew.

"The whore no use to us, so one more stop and we get rid of her," Mathew told his friends. 

Did this mean they were going to kill her? After all that she had suffered it didn't seem such a bad prospect, she just hoped it was quick. She had given up all hope of being rescued or ever being free. Not even a common whore would have done what she had. Her pussy had been used and abused by strangers she hadn't even seen and it was from a car window, on the street.

They stopped outside a mall where they hustled her into a store. One of them wiped the mess from between her legs while she just sat there. With her head hung in shame, hiding her face under long auburn hair, she didn't see what kind of place it was.

They sat her in a large leather chair and looking round saw it was a tattoo store. She shivered in fright. 

"I was going to make you our gang slut but changed my mind. Instead we are going to send you on your way with a little reminder of the fun you had," he told her.

"Please, sir." She looked down between his feet hoping he would let her speak otherwise she would have to endure a slap but she had to stop them.

"What you got to say whore," he said.

"Please, sir. Don't tattoo me," she pleaded. The thought of something ugly and permanent marking her body was sickening. A permanent reminder of this evil day couldn't be tolerated. She would have to fight knowing it was hopeless. 

"I just told you bitch. We ain't gonna make you our gang bitch, so no gang tattoo," Mathew told her.

They pulled the chair back and hoisted her legs up. With knees fitted into stirrups they had a perfect view of her pussy. She struggled but the chair held her firmly in place.

Mathew stood buy while one of the guys ran electric clippers between her legs. She was already trimmed but they were removing everything. Despite having suffered such a terrible ordeal this seemed so much more humiliating. 

"Keep still we don't want mistakes here," he laughed.

They were all intently staring at her crotch enthralled with the view of her legs spread wide. Unable to close her eyes she watched the young guy clipping away at her only protection. When he pulled upon her sore lips she yelped. The razor skimmed over her pussy not sparing anything. Every hair was cut away. 

A couple of them felt her bald pussy telling the others how smooth it was. 

"Can we have her again, Mat?" one of them asked. 

In that helpless position they could stand there looking at her while fucking and she cringed at the idea of it. 

"No! She's too dirty a whore for us. It's getting late, we got to drop her off," Mathew ordered. "Put some make-up on slut. I want you looking pretty."

This must mean they weren't going to kill her. Catching sight of herself in a mirror for the first time she wondered that she didn't look a hundred years old. The clothes she wore were from a young gang slut and that's what she looked like. The heavy make-up completed the look to perfection. 

She hardly recognised herself. With a slim figure she looked young but not innocent. Her breasts were on show and everything else when the tiny skirt bounced up.

Olivia couldn't understand why this was happening to her. What had she done to be suffering this way? She was a beautiful twenty-eight year old woman and not long ago had been a high society debutant. If she had any more tears left she would have flooded the place. 

The person looking back at her was a stupid little slag. A gang-girl would look old before her time and Olivia looked the part. She was supposed to be a teenager and she would pass dressed like this, if they didn't look too closely. Instead of being admired decent people would turn away.

Gone were the designer clothes to be replaced by a cheap blouse and a skirt a hooker would be embarrassed wearing. With lurid make-up plastered on the image was too real. She had helped transform herself into the cheapest of whores. 

After such ill use and the way she had reacted, offering herself to them in a most vile way, she felt empty. She felt her self-esteem crumble to nothing knowing whatever they had planned would be submitted to. However vile the chore, she would carry it out like the obedient little slut she had become.



Olivia Ch. 04



I was deep within the arms of Morpheus when some kind of persistent ringing jarred me awake. At first, I thought it was the alarm clock, but repeated blows to its' head did nothing to silence the ringing. Then it dawned upon me that it was the front door buzzer that had interrupted my rest. This was one thing I really liked about my apartment building. You either had to have a key to unlock the front door or a resident had to buzz you in. Groggily, I maneuvered myself over to the intercom and asked,

"Who's there?"

"This is Bill Kincaid. Ava's husband."

"I know who you are. What do you want?"

"I was hoping to get your rundown upon what happened last night at La Minette. I can't get a straight answer from Ava and Kayla insists that she has no idea what went on. So, here I am. Can I come up and talk to you for a few minutes?" 

My answer took the form of buzzing him in. It was just a few seconds until he was knocking on my door. It was then that I had a second thought. I had never met nor seen Bill Kincaid so maybe I was being impulsive by buzzing in some one who I wasn't absolutely sure just who they were. I said to myself,

"Oh well, it is too late now."

The man who stood outside my door was a very good looking male. He was easily six feet tall and had the shoulders of a linebacker. I also liked it that he didn't immediately push inside my door.

"Well, come on in. There isn't any need for standing in the hall. Forgive my disarray. Your ringing of the door buzzer woke me. If you don't mind, I'll fix myself a cup of coffee, you?"

"No thanks. I had my breakfast some hours ago. Can I talk with you while you make your breakfast?"

"Sure. What is it that you are trying to find out?"

"Ava came home last night earlier than usual and in the poorest state that I have ever seen. She went straight into the bathroom and threw-up. I know you will think that is really strange, but, for Ava, it isn't as strange as it might seem. I know, from past occurrences of this kind, what usually causes this."

"So far as I am concerned, there weren't any strange events last night. What has Kayla told you? Did she mention the sex show that we all watched?"

"Yes, she did mention that and that brings me to my first question. After that show was over, did Ava look sick?"

"She did look pale and I asked her if anything was wrong, but she insisted that everything was okay. So, we all went down to the dinning area where I was approached by another one of the guests and asked to dance. I suppose that Kayla has already told you this since she was sitting at the table when this all transpired. After that, I didn't know that Ava had gone home until Yvette – you have heard of her?" He nodded. "She told me that Ava had left earlier, coffee?" Bill shook his head.

"Then you didn't know that Ava was sick before she left La Minette? So sick, in fact, that Yvette refused to let her drive home and called a cab for her?"

"No. That is news to me. What do you think caused it? Was it something she ate? Although I am almost certain that we all had pretty much the same meal!"

"It wasn't anything to do with the food. This is one of Ava's strangest quirks. Did you know that she reads porno novels and watches porno DVD's?"

"Yeah, Kayla told me that."

"For some reason, Ava can watch filmed sex or read sex stories, but, when she sees real people actually engaged in sex, she gets sicker than a dog. We have seen any number of doctors to no avail. It doesn't happen often, but, when it does, she has to go to bed almost immediately."

"Why are you here?"

"Ava really let off steam after she got to bed. She called you all kinds of names and said you were a traitor."

"What exactly did she say?" He hesitated and I urged him to go on.

"She was screaming and yelling that you were a, 'dirty, filthy, nasty, slut' who had betrayed her! I tried to get her to tell me why she felt that way, but she wouldn't." 

I just stood there and stared at him. I wondered if, through something Yvette may have said, Kayla may have reached a conclusion regarding what I had planned for Ava. Bill didn't accuse me in any way. Instead, he went right on,

"I told her she was running a huge risk of this happening when she first brought up the idea of using you girls as whores for the lesbians, but, ultimately, the attraction of the added money won out."

I stared at him with surprise written all over my face.

"You didn't know?" I shook my head. "Ava contacted Yvette and proposed to her that she get you girls to act as – well – hostesses for the lesbians. Yvette agreed and a deal was struck. Ava has been receiving a very substantial amount of money from the after-dinner activities of the four of you and I'll have to admit that I have enjoyed some of that cash myself. I was sure that you must know for Kayla, Rosa and Sierra all knew."

I felt the anger rising in my throat and I was tempted to throw his ass out of my apartment. Then, of course, I realized that this was not of his doing so I forced myself to cool down and regain my reason. To myself, I said, "Ava and I are through!"

I stewed over what I had been told for most of the weekend and, by the time Monday rolled around, I knew what my course of action was going to be. I was lucky for Ava unwittingly provided me with the perfect introduction to say what I was thinking. When I entered the office, she and the others were admiring her new dress. It was pretty and obviously rather expensive. Ava turned to me with a smile on her face and asked,

"What do you think of my new dress? I just got it over the weekend."

"It looks really nice, but I have one question." At this point, I hesitated to see what she was going to do. When she asked me what my question was, I opened up on her. "Which part of your new dress did I pay for?"

There was a shocked silence amongst the others.

"Why, Olivia! I don't know what you mean!"

"Oh, yes you do." At this point, I turned to face the others. "Ava has been making money off the sale of our bodies. You three may have already have known this, but I was not included in your little secret until this weekend. I seriously doubt that any of you have any idea of just how much Ava has been making off us. I spoke to Yvette over the weekend and she filled me in on the details. Out of every dollar you make, La Minette collects twenty-five cents. Ava gets a nickel and you get the rest. Now, a nickel doesn't seem like much, but you and I have had – until this moment - no idea what these women pay for getting the freedom to do to us whatever they wish. Some of our, 'entertaining' costs by La Minette standards are a thousand or more dollars! So, you see that five percent of a thousand is fifty dollars. Multiplied by four and Ava is taking home at least $200 every Friday night!

Ava, before I met you and came to work here, I was what is, euphemistically, called, 'a working girl' so I am well acquainted with pimps. And I am telling you now that I have never, nor will I ever, engage you as my pimp! I have already told Yvette that, if she continues to pay you out of my earnings, then I shall sever my ties with La Minette!

There is yet another matter that I want to resolve. I was informed that you have claimed that I betrayed you. That I was nothing but a dirty, filthy, nasty, slut! I have no idea how you came to think I had betrayed you and, if I am all of those names you called me, then what does that make you? As for betrayal, why didn't you have the decency to at least tell me about your dealings that took place behind my back?"

"I saw you! You had your mouth plastered against the genitals of that filthy pervert!"

At this point, she suddenly realized just what she had revealed.

"You saw me? How did you accomplish that?"

At that point, Rosa chimed in. "Yeah Ava, tell us how you did that! Have you been spying on me, too?"Ava was caught and she knew it.

"I didn't really do that. After you girls left the table, Yvette came and got me and took me back around behind the cribs and.. well, there was this little slide that opened and I could look inside the crib. I only saw Olivia and I didn't watch much. I got terribly sick to my stomach and I had to throw up!"

There followed a chorus of demands from the others as to whether or not she had spied upon their activities, too. Ava continuously denied that she had, but the damage was done. There was an awful deadly silence in the office for the rest of the day and, when the four of us arrived in the office for work the next morning, we were informed that Ava had requested, and been granted, a transfer to another part of the company! I suggested, and all of the others agreed, that we should hold a council of war to see what our next actions should be.

"Look Ladies. From the very beginning, I was not the least concerned about the prospect of being paid. I make enough in this job to live and neither working here nor whoring at La Minette is going to make me a millionaire so I let myself be swept along because of the promise of physical pleasure and some extreme sexual adventures. In that regard, my activities at La Minette have delivered what I had hoped they would. I still feel that way and I am more than willing to continue at La Minette. Whether you do or not is of no concern to me and my decision should not sway you in any way in this matter. I suggest we take a secret ballot as to what the horny harlots should do!"

They all agreed and it was soon decided that the four of us should continue our, 'servicing' of the patrons of La Minette! 

Time passed. The four of us spent every Friday night at our table in La Minette and then we spent a lot of time in the backroom cribs. I, for one, was enjoying my time at La Minette and I felt that the others were also. We reached an unwritten agreement that all of us would utilize the Pump Room that La Minette offered and I must say that gradually, my body took on another, entirely different aspect. My tits took on that, 'three-layer look' with the nipples being pointedly prominent and my cunt lips were big and puffy. Since our group was an ad hoc sort of bunch of sluts, none of us paid much attention to what the others were doing so I had no idea what the others had done either to their bodies or to their sexual routines.

On one particular Friday night, Yvette stopped by my place at the table and laid a small business card alongside my plate. 

"We are planning a new development for you and a visit to this salon is required. You have an appointment tomorrow at nine."

I glanced down at the card and then I stared at it in disbelief. It was the card of a salon that specialized in body piercing! I had never given this kind of body adornment any thought whatsoever so I was completely unprepared for this. I spent the entire night trying to determine just what it was that the management of La Minette had in store for me. At one point, I firmly decided to refuse to do this, but, after some reflection, I decided that I could at least look into it. So the next morning at nine found me standing outside of the salon – still hesitant about embarking upon this type of action. Finally, with a deep sigh and a shrug of my shoulders, I pushed the door open. I was promptly greeted by a young girl and, when I showed her the card Yvette had given me, she left me standing just inside the door and disappeared into the back of the shop. In just a few minutes, a rather elderly woman appeared and approached me.

"So, am I to assume that you are to become one of Ishtar's handmaidens?"

"I don't really know, but Yvette at the La Minette said for me to come here. You could check with her if you wanted and I'm certain she will verify my reason for being here."

"That won't be necessary. She has already alerted us to your coming and told us that you are to receive Ishtar's wedding ring. So, come on through and let's get started."

I was led into the back of the salon and told to remove my dress and underclothing. Then, when the old woman saw that I was wearing crotch-less panty hose, she told me to forget about removing them. She told me to lie down upon what looked like an examination table and she promptly began working upon my mound and clit area. It seemed to take forever and it hurt me. I thought she would never get finished, but, finally, she told me I could get up. I quickly looked down at the top of my slit and was astonished to see a golden ring implanted in my body.

"This will take six to eight weeks to heal completely. Try not to put any undue pressure on the ring before it is fully healed. I expect to see you back here in three week's time and we will check on your progress. If you begin experiencing any undue pain in the meantime, don't hesitate to come back for a check-up. Ta-Ta!"

I was only too ready to go home and sprawl out upon my bed. By that evening, most of my soreness had disappeared and I was contemplating this new addition to my arsenal of sex tools. I lay there with my legs spread as wide as was possible and gazed at myself in my dresser mirror. I decided that my, 'wedding ring' added a definite attraction to my cuntal area. The longer I stared at myself, the hornier I became until I could not withstand my sex urges any longer. I reached over and retrieved my trusty hair brush and began vigorously stroking it in and out of my cunt. I believe that I actually watched my cunt lips part as my orgasm roared through my nerve system.

At three weeks, the old woman stated that I was healing nicely and that I could begin certain mild activities at La Minette. I wasn't really certain just what that meant, but I thought it best if I checked in with Yvette. As I entered La Minette, Yvette greeted me with a huge smile.

"Come in. I have received a report from the salon that you are almost completely back to normal. I'm glad you stopped by for there is something I want to tell you. Let's go over here to your usual table and have a drink while we discuss what we expect to happen next in your development." 

A waitress appeared from nowhere with two very welcome drinks and Yvette continued with her discourse.

'On one of the upper floors of this building, we have provided a small room for the singular purpose of preparing you girls for your futures as temple....er...maidens for Ishtar. (I realized that Yvette had really wanted to use the term whores instead of maidens and I made a mental note to look up this Ishtar and find out just who she was!) That room is equipped with a full set of suction equipment and we expect to modify the appearance of every aspect of your sexual body. So, the next time you come to La Minette and every time thereafter, you will be expected to use the facilities of that room before appearing here in the dinning area. Do you understand?"

I nodded for I had felt the rise of an exciting sensation in my belly as I considered that I was about to begin a terrific sexual adventure!

On my very next visit to La Minette, a woman I had never seen before intercepted me at the entrance and beckoned for me to follow her. She led me to the elevator and we quickly rode up to the very top floor of the building. I was shown into a small, very dark room by this woman and told to remove my clothing. Once I was completely naked, she handed me a soft terrycloth robe and she told me to sit down. The chair was a recliner and it was very soft. I heard some very soft music that was being piped into the room and I began to relax. The calmer I became, the more I could understand something of what was being constantly said under the soft music. I laughed for I was certain that I was being treated to some form of subliminal influence. I listened closely and I began to hear one term that was repeated over and over. That term was, "TEDAC" And it made absolutely no sense to me. Out of nowhere, a soft, throaty voice began speaking. It was a female voice and it sounded strong and controlling.

"You are here to enhance your total sexual response. We shall accomplish this through hypnosis. I shall guide you into and through a deep trance experience. For the present, just sit back and relax. Let your eyes adjust to the dim light. Keep your eyes focused upon that small dot of light as it moves about the wall opposite. Free your mind as much as you can. I shall fill it with appropriate thoughts! As you sit in your chair, I will attach the suction devices to your tits and your clit. I am aware that you are familiar with these devices so no discomfort should ensue.

We all know that there are two lobes in the human brain. What most people don't know or care about is that there are two centers in the brain also. One center is for rational thought the other center is the person's center of pleasure. Our purpose today is to sharpen the sensitivity of your center of pleasure so that you not only constantly seek pleasure, but so you can also enjoy your pleasurable pursuits to the very maximum." 

I could not make out any of the woman's facial features as she bent over me to attach the suction equipment. I did become aware almost immediately that the sound of the tone intensified as my eyes continually followed that spot of light. I felt the pulsing of the suction equipment and sensed an immediate increase in my sexual tension. Both of my tits responded immediately and my girly-cock began stretching as though it were erecting. My breathing rate increased as my body responded to the effects of the suction equipment.

"Keep your eyes upon the spot of light and try to relax. Now, tell me your name."

For just an instant, I was unable to speak clearly, but then I heard myself answer her by saying, "My name is Olivia."

"That's fine. Now repeat your name while you watch my circle of light glow and move." I repeated my name and the light spot answered with a glow each time. "Now, again and a little louder this time!" I repeated my name for her twice more and she told me, "You are responding very well. As you relax into your chair, the light will grow brighter and brighter and it will begin a swirling spiral that will draw you ever deeper into its core.

You are losing touch with your surroundings as you spin ever deeper into the core of that spiral. Your eyes are held deeply down into the center of that spiral. You feel as though you are spinning out in space. You are able to speak and respond in a relaxed manner. You may address me as, 'Mistress'. Answer, 'Yes, mistress'. Answer me now!"

In a hesitatingly manner, I said, "Yes, Mistress." We repeated this drill several times until the unseen voice was satisfied. When, at last, the voice and I fell silent, I suddenly became aware of the fact that the chair had moved so that I was in a reclining position and my legs were elevated. I was no longer conscious of what I was doing or where I was. The voice continued,

"I will now deepen your receptive state. Soon you will be falling completely into the sound of my voice and you will be drifting in a deep sleep state. Good. That's very good. Now your hands will grasp your robe and pull it open. Good. Now your entire body is open to my suggestions is this not so? Answer me!"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Again!"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Count to five."

"One, two, three, four, five."

"Say the word, 'Obey'."

"Obey."

"Say the word, 'stiff'."

"Stiff."

Answer this question. Do you often masturbate? When you are masturbating, are your movements rough and brutal?"

"No. Well, sometimes."

"Tell us how you masturbate."

I wasn't even aware that she had begun using the word, 'us'.

"At first, I think of scenes showing sex and I rub my clit and my cunt lips while my..."

"While what?"

"While I get really excited."

"And, when you feel that you are sufficiently excited, what do you do then? Do you insert a dildo into your private opening?"




Olivia Ch. 04



Walking through the mall between them with head down, she suddenly froze. They bumped into her and she almost fell. Her father's office was here. Surely they weren't going to deliver her looking like this? How could they know he was here? Mathew slapped her ass hard and she tottered on weak legs that threatened to collapse.

Olivia was prepared to suffer even that vile degradation to escape. Daddy owned the building towering above them. His personal office suite was a whole wing of the building on the top floor. She imagined being trooped in by these street urchins, if it were possible to get past security. 

His secretary would certainly have something to gossip about. The boss's daughter visiting those plush offices, dressed like a filthy whore, would certainly excite attention. 

The men and women on the top floor thought of themselves as the cream of society. They had the clothes and manners though they had been described as vicious jackals. The thin veneer of society was soon washed off under the wrong circumstances. She had watched them at parties manoeuvring for position with a heartless disregard for others feelings. Polite niceties were dropped if it meant winning. That was the world she had grown up in.

Thankfully they veered away from the office block entrance toward the restaurants. She didn't react at all for she was past caring. It was as though someone else was there and she was somewhere distant just observing.

With head down her face was buried in long hair hoping no one would see her. Even if they did it was unlikely she would be recognised like this. The young guys kept her between them so there was no chance of escape. 

"Hey you, yea you. You want a good time with our gang slut. She wants to compare us with a white dude," Mathew said to a group of businessmen. 

"Get out of here! I'll call security if you don't push off," one of them grumbled.

"No-one would see her under the table. She gives good head and she's cheap," Mathew told them.

"Don't be such an old fart. It won't hurt to look old boy. How much?" another of them asked. 

"Five each," Mathew said.

Olivia heard muttering and disagreement between the group of men expecting security to be called any moment. It was too outrageous for anything to happen here in this upmarket mall. These men weren't like that filthy scum out there buying her ass. Mathew would find he had gone too far and these men would call security. It would be an awful humiliation but at least she would be free.

"Bring her inside," one of them said.

The coffee shop was dark and empty, apart from a guy behind the counter and the smartly dressed businessmen. They were slightly inebriated after celebrating a newly won business deal so called in for coffee before returning to the office. One of them was still complaining but less so as the others cajoled him. 

Olivia looked up at them ready to ask for help. She quickly looked away. 'No! Not now, not them!' she cried inside. She could hardly believe it. The nightmare had become so much more evil. These men were her father's employees. 

The decision had to be made whether to shout for help or keep silent. As bad as it would be to reveal her identity to these men, she must. Mathew had a firm grip on her arm so she would have to make a scene. Opening her mouth to shout she suddenly clamped it tight.

Mathew pulled the knot open releasing her breasts. He lifted the little skirt around her hips and tucked it into the waist band. Olivia held back the cry for help; instead she felt like whimpering. 

In a large wall mirror she could see, through her long hair, what they were all staring at. She stood before them practically naked. Her breasts were on show with her shaven bare pussy on display. She had been wrong it could get worse and just had.

It was impossible to reveal who she was. How could she tell them her body had been so badly defiled by these fiends? Everyone would know and her father would be so ashamed of her. Their rude remarks about her naked body made it impossible to talk let alone plead for help. She was thankful for having long hair to hide a tear stained face.



"This our whore, she likes face fucking. She can suck you good. Tell em, girl!" he demanded.

Disguising her voice she spoke up, knowing he would get her to repeat the disgusting words if she whispered them. 

"I'm a gang whore, I do whatever I'm told," she said. She was surprised how poor and mean she sounded.

"Tell them what I said," Mathew told her.

"I want you to fuck my face. I'll suck you off real good," she stated plainly.

"Do a good job and we let you go," he whispered.

There was no way she could ask for their help now. How could she tell them she was a respectable woman, a rich woman needing their help? They wouldn't believe her until she forced them to look at her properly revealing who she was. 

She looked like a stupid slut ready to defile herself just to be accepted into this gang. Would they think she had joined them as a game only to find it too much to handle? Gossip would tour the country club and didn't need exaggeration to paint her as contemptible and pathetic. 

What they saw before them was what she was, a compliant little slut. She got to her knees and crawled under the table. It could have been a hiding place only four sets of legs in business suits were waiting for her. She could see hard bulges in their trousers and demurred. 

"One more thing, just one more humiliation," she thought, "then it will be all over."

She reached for one at random to quickly pull his cock from an expensive pair of suit trousers. With her head against the underneath of the table she managed to manoeuvre her lips over the rigid shaft. Pumping it with a hand and sucking hard she just wanted to get it over with quickly. 

Performing such a horrible act was bad enough, but in a coffee bar it was devastating. If her emotions hadn't already been ground into the dirt she would have fainted away. She barely hung on to sanity. A functional part of her mind concentrated on the mechanics of the job. 

Fearful of appearing from under the table covered in sperm, she sucked the thick slime down her throat. She felt it slither down her throat almost retching on his vile fluid. She sucked the long strings of sticky fluid from his cock squeezing the deflating sack then pushed it all back into his trousers. 

Leaving him to zip up she moved on hands and knees to the next man. Cringing at the horrid task she summoned all her willpower to keep going. With her head banging against the table with his thrusts she heard them laughing. This one, whoever he was, had more enthusiasm. 

This was worse than having those strangers fuck her ass. She knew these men. She wanted to shout at them for being so vile. As they were her father's employees she had always thought herself above them. She had let them flirt with her and teased them at company functions. Watching their wives count up points against them had been amusing.

This wasn't New York but it wasn't a small city either and she moved in the highest circles of society. She was divorced but nevertheless a desirable rich woman. At the very least they should have respect for the boss's daughter. This was not how it was meant to be; naked at their feet on all fours, sucking for dear life on their cocks.

Olivia felt a hand on her ass and a finger slide into her pussy for a coarse finger fucking. She felt the juddering spasms of an orgasm from the cock in her mouth and looked up to see him peering at her. 

Henry the sales director was watching her suck his cum down her throat. 

With his cock filling her mouth, distorting her face, there was little chance he would recognise her. The angle and unexpectedness was against it too. Thankfully there was no sign of recognition in his face, just the screwed up look of passion. 

This man had danced with her at company functions, she even knew his wife. Olivia remembered him flirting, as they all had, for she was an attractive woman. At company functions the drink flowed and they had all danced holding her a little too tight. 

When under the influence they all wanted to kiss the boss's sexy daughter but were always careful not to push the boundaries of propriety. She would swan around in a bikini by the pool while they tried to avoid wives seeing them ogle her. 

She had teased them thinking they were beneath her, knowing she was off limits. Now he had her sweet lips sucking on his cock, swallowing his cum. If he knew it would be a shock but how much more thrilling would the pleasure be. He leant back sated while she sucked him dry of the last drops from his balls. 

She let him pull his cock back into place while quickly shuffling to the next appalling job. Before she could get another cock in her mouth fingers spread her lips. 

She would have been dry, for this was not exciting, it was a terrible ordeal. She was wet from sperm still leaking from her body but they thought she was enjoying it. The crude remarks were unbearable. 

They thought she was such a hot slut she was enjoying sucking them off. She could hear their derisory comments on how wet and open she was. What would they think it they discovered it was the result of so many men fucking her it left her pussy and ass leaking sperm? Even her bottom was open to their delving fingers.

The last one spurted into her mouth and in surprise she banged the back of her head on the table and groaned in pain. The man with his fingers working her bottom and pussy let go thinking she too had cum. Not once, after so many men had taken her, had she even the slightest orgasm. 

The dreadful ordeal was over and she crawled from under the table. She felt her belly was full of their disgusting fluids trying not to think of it as sperm. She had to dismiss the degrading action trying not to think of it or she might just collapse in a heap at their feet.

Thankfully Mathew collected the money quickly for she was desperate to run and hide. At least two of them had fingered her pussy and ass and they all thought she had been hungry for them. She had been eager to complete the filthy task not eager for them.

Standing before them after that was a torment of shame. What could she say, 'this is a new company perk'. Just call reception and I'll come running like a good little whore to squat under your desk. If I can't give satisfaction just bend me over your desk and take my asshole.

She was no longer the beautiful rich woman they once knew and desired but so very unattainable. What they saw standing there was a stupid little whore ready for anything. She had been reduced to a three hole fuck toy, available for less than what they tipped at dinner. 

"So, thank the gentlemen whore," he demanded. 

"Thank you," she said demurely. He pressed a booted foot on her sandal and whispered. "Make it good, you want rid of us don't you?" 

He held the back of her hair threatening to lift her head for a slap. She was painfully aware there was a slight chance they might recognise her if he showed her face. 

These employees of her fathers were such hypocrites. What they had done, even if it hadn't been her, was just appalling. 

She took Mathews words as a dire warning, not daring to take a chance, she cleared her throat. "Thank you, thank you for your lovely sperm," she said, while rubbing her bare belly. The action was supposed to be appealing but was pitiable.

She wanted to cry. She was standing naked before so called respectable men who knew her as a rich socialite but thought she was a young gang girl. She had their disgusting cum in her belly and they were looking at her, judging her to be a depraved whore. 

She felt him pulling her hair back. He guessed she was too ashamed to look at them, but not why. She cleared her throat and quickly continued. 

"I loved sucking and licking your big cocks. You made me cum so much when I swallowed your juicy cum," she intoned flatly, despite trying to make it sound alluring. 

They were drunk enough not to notice the lack of emotion in the flat statement. They laughed at her for being such a despicable little whore. 

"If I'd know how filthy you are you wouldn't have come near my cock," one of them laughed, setting the others off again.

Mathew was enjoying himself. He whispered in her ear and she cringed. 

"Yea," she faltered. After going this far there was no turning back. "I'm a disgusting little whore but I love it. If you think I'm not good enough to suck your cocks perhaps you will let me kiss and suck your assholes," she said. 

She just didn't care anymore. There was no further to sink. This was rock bottom. At least they looked a little shocked. 

"Yea guys, next time, the bitch will kiss ass," Mathew laughed. He gripped her arm and dragged her away.

The little gang swaggered through the upmarket mall with her between them where she shrank in shame. They attracted looks from security but well to do shoppers avoided them. 

Once more into the bright daylight they headed into the parking lot. The little crumpled skirt hardly covered anything but she didn't care anymore. She had given up holding it down as she had given up caring about herself altogether. 

They stopped and she wished with all her might to be away from there. If her father saw her, or one of his staff recognised her, she would die of shame. Perhaps that was the only answer.

"We've all used the slut and made some money on her so its time we let her go," Mathew said to his gang. He listened to their approval then turned to Olivia.

"You were a good little whore. You want to say goodbye to the gang?" he asked.

They didn't seem to want to even touch her let alone take her. Olivia was relieved it was all over. They had robbed her of every shred of dignity until she was ready to submit to whatever they wanted, however depraved it was. What did they want now? 

"Sorry Sir. What must I do?" she asked.

"Just do as I say," he said, leading her to a car. "Get in."

Surely this must mean she was being taken back to her car. A flutter of dismay at driving to Jane's house dressed like this came and went. It didn't matter just as long as she was free of these brutes.

She slid onto the back seat of the old car, another version of theirs. A couple of young Hispanic lads slipped in beside her. She watched the guy in the front passenger seat hand over a wad of notes to Mathew, not understanding what was happening.

The young money guy leant over the seat examining her. Under his scrutiny she tried to pull the little crumpled skirt together, to at least hide her bare pussy. It covered little else and she felt so very naked under his stare.

"I've just paid good money for you. You now belong to our gang. What do you say, slut." Rodriguez said.

"W. W. What do you mean?" she gulped. 

He gripped her chin in a strong hand looking at her closely. "You're a bit old for us but Mat said you're a good gang fuck. How old are you?" he asked.

"I'm twenty-eight, sir" Olivia whimpered. Before she could gather her wits to protest he slapped her face.

"He told me you need to be slapped around to keep you under control. No talking unless asked a question, you got that?" he watched her nod. She was quickly subdued having suffered so much. She simply gave in to the thug while her mind whirled in fear. 

"Twenty-eight! That's a bit old gyrl but you look fit. I'm eighteen like the rest of the gang. We're called the eighteens. Cause of our age and that's how many we have in our gang. It's our lucky number. We'll have you tattooed with our symbol of ownership and you can get to work. Mat said you can handle all of us. You're experienced and know plenty of tricks," he said seriously.

'No! No! This can't be true. Surely they're just taunting me. They can't keep me for sex.' She wailed inside not daring to speak. She believed it. After being used by Mathew and his gang, then pimped as a prostitute all self worth had been ground into the dust and trampled upon. 

The sight of that money being handed over flashed through her mind and she burst into tears. She had been sold! Mathew had used and abused her then he sold her to this gang. They considered her property. She was a thing to be used.

They didn't care about her tears. She had been reduced to being a gang slut and was considered just an object they owned. Being bought and owned by these gangsters just added to the nightmare. 

They were callous and hard but she doubted they would use her more roughly than Mathew had. It stunned her to think she had been reduced to thinking like a gang girl. She cuffed away the tears and tried not to think about her fate in the hands of these young men.

No-one knew where she was so there was little chance of help and they would watch her closely after paying so much for her. It seemed she belonged to this gang and would be subject to their demands. Olivia slumped in the back of the car having been ground down into accepting her fate. There seemed to be little choice but get on with whatever fate threw at her.

***

"No! Please let me go, please, Sir," Olivia squealed. Rodriguez watched as two of his gang stripped her naked. The pitiable clothing was little enough but it was something. They pulled her over the concrete floor by both arms and pushed her into a cage. She curled up on a piece of cardboard wrapping her arms around her body for protection and comfort.

They had driven her to an old warehouse in an area of abandoned factories. A bowl of water was put into the cage and the three of them walked out slamming a steel door behind them.

The small dark room held two cages and the other was occupied too. "You Ok?" someone asked.

Olivia tried to control her sobbing. She looked into the other cage to see a young woman also naked, squatting, holding onto the bars of the cage. "No! I'm not alright, I want out of here," she sobbed.

"I wish I could say it's going to be alright but it isn't. My names Rosa," she said.

"How long have they kept you like this?" Olivia asked, trying to bring her thoughts into order. She needed to find out what was to happen to her and maybe escape.

"I don't know, a year, maybe," the young woman said.

Olivia cringed at the thought of being kept like this for so long. "Do you know what they're going to do with me?" Olivia asked.

"They will probably use you as their gang slut for awhile. Then train you," the stranger answered.

"Train me? What for," Olivia asked with a look of dismay on her face. She looked a mess with hair awry and face streaked with a mixture of tears and cum.

"Maybe like me, I don't know. Me? I'm a cum whore now. I spend the night giving blow jobs to anyone who'll pay. I'm hungry for it too. I don't know if it's cause of the training or cause they keep me hungry. Whatever it is I do it good and quick so as I can to get as much as I can. Don't look at me like that," Rosa complained.

"I used to be a student studying geology. I made the mistake of taking a loan I couldn't pay back. I got sold to this gang and they used me as their gang slut for awhile. When I gave up fighting they trained me as whore. More than that! They turned me into this," she cried. Drying her tears she leaned back from the bars rocking on her heels.

"Maybe we can escape," Olivia started to say.

"No going back for me. I'm addicted to sperm. Got to have it! That bread and water in your cage, that's all you're getting tonight so eat it. In the morning some soup then it's up to you to milk as much sperm from them as possible. Yeah! All the protein you can squeeze outa their balls, gyrl. You'll get used to the taste then grow to like it. After awhile you won't remember what good food tastes like. You'll start to forget what life you had before this. Or maybe you will want to because it hurts to remember."




Olivia Ch. 04



A hard look crossed her features and Olivia had to look away. If this was the life ahead of her then maybe it should be ended right now. Surely they couldn't break her so completely as that. On the ride here she had been so overwhelmed by what had happened earlier she had already become completely submissive to them. 

Olivia dreaded what might happen to her over a couple of months with these callous men using her as a sex object. Olivia looked at the young woman in the cage, agonizing over what might happen. She had a wealthy pampered upbringing, so would she still be as sane as that young woman in a year's time?



Olivia Ch. 04



"No."

"Do you rely upon just your fingers?"

"No, I use the handle of my hair brush!"

"Why do you use that implement?"

"I've always used it. The handle is smooth and curved so that it fits my channel just right. I begin by very slowly inserting it into my cunt before I drive it into me as deep as it will go. It is just the right length and I know when it touches my cervix."

"Can you feel your brush in your hand now?"

"Yes, Mistress, I have it in my hand!"

"Is your cunt open and begging for the brush to be pushed into you?"

"Yes, Mistress. I am wide open." And, in truth, I could tell that my cunt lips had drawn back in a kind of nasty smile as I waited for the intrusion.

"Insert it now!"

I lifted my knees until my cunt and ass were both pointing upwards. Then, with a sudden abrupt motion, I jammed that brush into my cunt! I felt every inch of that handle slide into my cunt. I nearly exploded with the sensation that it caused.

"You are not to come until I say that you may. Do you understand?"

I was so engrossed with the feeling I was getting from my trance-inspired fucking that I didn't answer her.

"ANSWER ME!"

"Yes, Mistress, I understand." 

"You say that you always use the handle of your brush. Have you ever pushed the other end into your cunt?"

"No, absolutely not!"

"Pull that handle out of your cunt, reverse the brush and push the brush portion as far into your belly as you can! Do it!"

I was weeping as I obediently reversed the brush and then began timidly pushing the end with the bristles on it into my cunt. At first, I felt as though I was ripping every bit of flesh out of my cuntal passage. Then, she spoke again.

"You will enjoy this new sensation as those bristles scour your insides. Is your girly cock erect?"

"I can't stand the pain those bristles are causing me. Please, may I pull the brush out?"

"No, you may not. Tell me, what is happening to you? Is your girly cock erect?"

"My girly cock feels as if it is going to explode. It's huge.... I feel it swelling... tight... it's getting so tight.... Ohhh....it's aching, Mistress! I feel my come forming in my belly. May I come now?"

"No, you will not come until I say that you may do so. What are those bristles doing to you?"

"They are driving me insane. There is no pain any longer and I feel stuffed." 

I felt the need to stroke my cunt lips and I may have unconsciously done that for she suddenly told me to take my hands away from my cunt.

"I can make it so you can stay hot for a very much longer time than you are accustomed to. Wouldn't you like to stay hot for a very long time and feel those heavenly sensations longer and longer? Of course you would. MY commands will prolong your deep heat and make it even deeper and stronger. We can all see your gaping cunt, but we would like to see your bottom. Let your hands wander back to your rear cheeks. Now, pull them apart as widely as you can. Yes, we can see that you have a very nice puckered hole. Have you ever inserted one of your fingers in your bottom while fucking yourself with your brush?"

"Yes, Mistress. Sometimes."

"Do so now!"

Without any conscious effort on my part, a finger from my left hand slid every so gently into my ass! Usually, I limited this kind of penetration to just the tip of my finger, but, this time, I pushed it in as far as I could. I felt certain that my whole body was about to explode!

"Do you like for us to look at your ass?"

I knew that there must be others in the room or in some kind of observation room and it excited me even more to know that there were strange eyes watching me fuck myself both back and front. I stole a quick glance to one side and saw a large plate glass window. On the other side of that window, I saw a number of people, men mostly, and they were all watching me! The presence of these onlookers rapidly drove my orgasm to its upmost peak. I didn't care what they saw or what they did because there was but one idea on my mind. I desperately needed a release.

"Beg me for your release!" Her voice was right next to my ear!

"Please, Mistress. Let me come. I need to come right now!"

"Now come!" Her voice sounded in my ear. "Feel the burning tingles up and down your belly....know that your girly cock is nearly bursting! I COMMAND YOU TO SQUIRT YOUR FEMALE EJACULATE NOW!"

I didn't know that I could spend like a male, but I ejected some kind of gooey substance all over my legs and up-raised ass. I heard myself screaming, 

"Oh God! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOOOODDDDD!!!!"

Gradually, my massive orgasm subsided and I returned to something resembling normality.AS gently as I could, I removed what I thought was my hair brush from my cunt. Surprisingly enough, the bristles did not pain me as much as they had upon its' entering. I was weary and sore and it took me several minutes to recover sufficiently to rise from the chair. As I made my way to the door, that ever present voice spoke to me again.

"Olivia, as I told you previously, your pleasure center has been greatly enlarged and honed to a great, efficient level. It will remain dormant until it is triggered by a particular sound. That sound is your secret name! 'TEDAC' is your secret name! Once you hear your secret name, you will – without any other provocation – begin preparing your body for whatever sensual pleasure is offered to you. You will, voluntarily, offer your body and its various openings to the person who has brought about your arousal. Is this clear?"

"Yes, Mistress, it is clear!"



Olivia Ch. 05



I woke with a lazy sort of feeling. It seemed tom me as if my whole body was clamoring for a sexual adventure. I yearned for a cock in my cunt or my ass! I couldn't quite decide why it was that this was bothering me, but then, I realized that it must be the aftermath of my hypnotic episode. It was then that I spotted my faithful hair brush leering at me from the top of my dresser. Gradually, I recalled the sensation I had felt when I pushed that brush – bristles first – into my widely open cunt. Could I have actually done that? Somehow, the mere thought of doing that to my body brought back the feelings I had experienced when those stiff bristles had rubbed along the sides of my cunt channel. A nasty thought sprang up in my over sexed mind. Could I possibly do that without the impetus of a hypnotic suggestion? Without any real hesitation, I reached over and grabbed my brush. With one swift move, I tried to jam the bristle-end into my cunt. The sudden, sharp pain told me at once that this was not possible. I quickly reversed the brush and with another brusque thrust, I jammed the handle into my puckered hole as far as it would go. Oh, God! How good that felt!

I lay there with the brush handle deep inside of my ass for a considerable time, but the demands of the day caused me eventually to withdraw the brush and begin my morning routine.

As I began my drive to the office, I realized that I was a different person than what I had been just the day before. I checked out the sexual area of the bodies of every person I saw. Mentally, I visualized the cunt lips or the cock of each one. When I entered the office, I inspected my compatriots in the same manner. My eyes bored into their crotch areas and I wondered how their sex organs looked to the naked eye. The first one I looked at so assiduously was Kayla. She must have actually felt the force of my gaze for she suddenly stood, faced me and lifted her shag gown thereby exposing her cunt. I stood for the longest time just staring at her cunt and the gold ring she sported just above her clit. I felt her eyes boring into my genital area and, without any conscious thought on my part, I, too, responded to her demanding gaze by lifting my gown and displaying my cunt. I looked over at the other two and, as if they were moving in slow motion, they, too, exposed their genitalia! It was the acknowledgement that our hypnotic experiences had forged us into a group of sex-hungry sister-harlots! The insistent ringing of the phone broke the spell that had descended upon us all and we quickly returned to our work day.

My first glance downward at my desk top surprised me even more. For, laying upon my desk, was a small, portable DVD player equipped with ear plugs. Along side of this implement, lay a plastic DVD capsule. I quickly scanned the desks of the others and noted at once that they all had similar players – none of which were currently in use. I had no idea how I had happened to receive this or what it was for. I opened the DVD capsule, extracted the disc and inserted it into the player. The music I had heard the day before began immediately and, as I listened, that soft melodious voice began to speak to me. My sexual excitement blossomed into full bloom almost immediately. The message was brief and to the point.

"At 11:00 sharp, you shall arrive at the office of William Jensen, the company comptroller and there you shall satisfy Mr. Jensen's basic physical needs!"

Some of the things Yvette had said during our introduction to the sexier side of La Minette, had intimated that we might be used as company whores for our own members of management. Somehow, I had not assimilated this completely, but now, there was little doubt as to what I was expected to do. I didn't have to concern myself with any worry about whether or not my sexual excitement level  would be sufficiently elevated. My internal juices began flowing at once and, by the time I had listened to the message a second time, there was a distinct damp spot in the back of my gown. I felt the surge of sexual hunger in my guts and I knew that I would be more than capable of engaging some male stranger in any sexual gymnastics he might wish to undertake.

Promptly at 11:00 I opened the outer door to the office of the company comptroller. I was a little surprised to find myself looking at a rather young secretary. I started to announce myself, but she cut me off before I could even begin.

"You are expected! You may go right in! Mr. Jensen's private secretary will tell you what you are to do."

She was pointing at another door so I moved over to it and entered without knocking. This time, I was facing a mature woman of about sixty years of age. She rose from behind a very large desk and extended her hand.

"I am Miss Jensen, Mr. Jensen's private secretary. And you are?"

It was surprising when she didn't even know my name and I wondered at what kind of situation this was since both the official and his secretary had the same name.

"I am Olivia from the secretarial pool."

"Yes, of course you are. Come. We shall go right in, but first, I must tell you that Mr. Jensen is totally deaf. I shall act as his translator so you need not concern yourself with these kinds of problems. Since he is deaf, Mr. Jensen prefers to take his girls from the back – facing away from him. In that way, he can concentrate upon my hand signs. Does this upset you in any way?" I shook my head indicating a negative answer. 

I knew at once that I was obviously expected for she had not announced my presence. The office we entered was even bigger than the one before and it was much more richly appointed. I didn't have much time to examine the office for my attention was immediately captured by the slender, fortyish man sitting in one of the easy chairs. He was looking at me very intently as he lazily stroked his nearly erect cock! His chair did not have arms so his lap was unobstructed. I turned to look at Miss Jensen and she, in turn, began unbuttoning my gown. That woman was superbly capable in undressing females. In a matter of a few seconds, I was standing before her clad only in my quarter-size bra and my open crotch panty hose. Her hand shot out and began stroking my cunt lips. At the same time, her other hand located my girly cock and began a stimulating rubbing of that organ, As she rubbed it, my girly cock got bigger and bigger. I stared into her eyes and was somewhat taken aback by the mean avaricious look I saw in them. However, her glaring look did not obstruct my arousal. Soon, I began breathing very rapidly and heavily. The hand tweaking my girly cock was causing shivers to course throughout my body and she knew it! She knew that I was ready!

"My dear, how would you like to be used? Front or rear?"

Under most circumstances, I usually preferred a frontal approach to my cunt, but, for some reason, I told her that I wanted my rear entrance used as the means of access. I don't know if this surprised her, but it certainly surprised me. I was still wondering what that hypnotist had done to me when she began gently pushing me back towards the man in the chair. The two of us stopped just short of the man's legs and, while I watched, she began a frantic series of motions with her hands. Obviously, she was relaying my wishes to Mr. Jensen.

The sexual escapade that I now began was one of the strangest in my whole career. She stood directly in front of me and, as I slowly descended upon that upraised cock, she began mimicking my facial expressions and relaying the sounds I was emitting by hand signals. In a very strange way, it was like looking in a mirror while my sexual impulses raised hell with my insides. When I managed to ask for more cock, her hands flew a mile a minute and, just as fast, I felt the cock in my ass slide further into me. He was lifting and allowing me to fall by hand pressure upon my buttocks. Of course, I was aiding the action by flexing my knees and belly muscles. 

This was not the only unusual thing that happened during this sex session. Mr. Jensen's cock had no more than just begun to push into my ass when I felt myself coming! Once more, I wondered just what that hypnotist had done to me. I couldn't restrain myself from uttering a cry of pure pleasure and, when I saw the consternation upon her face, I managed to tell her to tell Mr. Jensen not to stop - for I still had two or three more orgasms in my bubbling sex cauldron. As my orgasm swept through me, I saw the expression upon her face change in subtle ways. Her tongue emerged from between her lips and began a slow wiping of her lips. She was looking directly into my eyes and then her eyes swept down across my tits, down my belly finally to stop at my girly cock. Her staring eyes had stiffened my girly cock beyond my wildest imagining! Suddenly, I recalled what granny had said about performing sex in front of an audience and now I knew what she had meant. Here stood this woman looking into my very inner thoughts as my body grew progressively more and more agitated. In one of my most intimate moments, this female was scouring my rising sensations with her eyes. Luckily for me, Mr. Jensen was just as prolific as I. While the occurrence of my first and his first did not coincide, the second orgasms for the both of us occurred almost simultaneously and our third, double orgasms exploded at the same immediate time! By this time, Miss Jensen was almost as aroused as I. Her eyes had never left my genitals and her breathing was rough and raspy. This final orgasm was so powerful that I nearly fell forward and, if it hadn't been for Miss Jensen and her hands, I would have toppled onto the floor!  

At one point, I could not keep from laughing. This was such a strange affair. In some very strange way, Miss Jensen was coming right along with Mr. Jensen and me! Two of us were actively fucking and three of us were screaming as our joint orgasms tore through us. As my second orgasm roared through my nervous system, I happened to look at Miss Jensen's feet. A puddle of what could only be cunt juice was forming between her fashionably shod feet! 

"So, old woman, you have reached the boiling point, too!"

When the blast of excitement from our joint third orgasms began to fade, Miss Jensen suddenly stepped up very close to me. She must have been carrying something in her hand for she abruptly reached down and took hold of my golden wedding ring. With an expert twist of her hand, she attached a figurine to my ring! It was a sterling silver pendant that depicted a couple of lovers engaging in the same form of sexual exercise as Mr. Jensen and I had just completed! When I looked at her with a question upon my face she said,

"This little trinket will bring you your reward for this day's activity. You may don you gown in my office."

With that, she pulled me forward and off Mr. Jensen's cock. It made a popping noise as it slid out of my ass, but none of us laughed. I learned of the effect of my pendant as I walked back to our office. It was just long enough that, with each step, it struck my stiff and elongated clit. I also knew that I was some kind of exhibitionist just like my granny for I had enjoyed the effect Miss Jensen's eyes had upon my body as I allowed Mr. Jensen to fuck me. It stoked a fire deep within my belly as she stared at me. I was nearly coming when I entered the office. Kayla was the first to break the pregnant silence.

"Did you get a pendant?"

I nodded and upon their insistence, I lifted my dress and let them see what I had been given. Surprisingly, each of them admitted that they, too, had received just such a pendant and Rosa volunteered,

" Baby that little pendant is worth $1000 to you!"

When I looked at her with knitted brows, she continued by saying,

"That's your share of the cash that Mr. Jensen and his mother had to put up to get one of us in that office!"

I choked out, "His mother?"

Kayla answered. "Sure, old lady Jensen is his mother. The story goes that she was gang-raped when she was about fifteen and Mr. Jensen was her prize. She has never married!"

I felt a twinge of sorrow for that old woman.

Now that everyone had been briefed upon my actions in the Jensen's office, the rest of the day proceeded in a much more normal fashion.

I hadn't any more than gotten inside my apartment when the front door buzzer sounded. When I called down using the intercom, Bill Kincaid answered.

"Hi, gal. I wondered if I could drop by and see you. Can I come up?"

I wasn't really in the mood, but I told him, 'yes' you may come up. Then, I buzzed him inside.

It was just a few minutes before I heard his knock at my door. When I opened the door, he thrust his hand forward. I thought he wanted to shake hands although I couldn't for the life of me understand why. But, he didn't take hold of my hand. Instead, he grasped my wrist and roughly pulled my hand forward. Before I could even gasp with surprise, he had pulled my hand inside his pant's opening and put my hand upon his cock! I was so astonished at this that all I could do was to stand there and stare at him.

"My daddy always told me, 'Son, if you want to get your prick inside the twat of some woman, you gotta always get it into her hand first! Do thet, and she will do whatever you want! I'm just like my daddy. He always said that he could fuck until the cows came home and so can I!"

I was completely flabbergasted at both his actions and this homey description of how to seduce a female. I was just recovering my poise when, suddenly, the door of the apartment across the hall opened and my neighbor, Mary Milner, stepped into the hall. I know that my face must have gotten as red as a beet for I was extremely embarrassed. Before I could think of anything to say, Mary burst out laughing and started a little speech of her own.

"Good heavens, Olivia! If you are going to do things like this at least have the courtesy to take your visiting cock into your own place and not grab his dick in the hall! Let's see just what you are clinging to so determinedly."

She took up a position along my right side and, without any hesitation whatsoever, thrust her hand inside Bill's pants.

"Oh, my! That is a really nice specimen, but, Olivia you should get this fellow in a place where you can take him inside you. 'Cause, he's already weeping and all you are doing is holding on to him out here in the hall. By the way, my name id Mary Milner and I live right across the hall. And, what is your name, boy?"

"I am Bill Kincaid."

"Well, Bill Kincaid if you ever come here again and Olivia here either won't buzz you in or she's not at home, you just ring my bell! I'll sure as hell let you come up to my place and we can spend some really happy hours. Oh, looky here!"

Mary held up her hand and showed me the wet spot in the palm of her hand. She even held her hand in front of my nose and mouth so I could smell Bill's pre-come drippings. She grinned at me and then turned and walked off down the hall while busily licking her palm. For an instant, I envied her. 

I slowly turned partway and, while still holding Bill's cock, led him into the apartment. We hadn't any more than gotten inside the door when I tripped on my small throw rug and the two of us went down like characters in a slow-motion movie. I don't know whether or not I caused Bill any pain, but I refused to let go of his cock. As many times as I had felt a cock in me, my opportunities to actually hold one in my hands had been extremely limited. When we came to rest on the floor, Bill's cock was right at my face. I stared intently at its' big, purplish head and that menacing-looking single eye. Time stood still while I studied Bill's cock and then, with a slow deliberate movement, I leaned forward and took his cock head into my mouth. It tasted delicious! I began moving my face up and down on this lovely stalk of mankind. Meanwhile, I caressed his balls with both of my hands. I felt him tensing and I knew that his coming was close, but I didn't hesitate. I kept on with my mouth-fucking of his cock until I felt the first surge of his come hit the back of my throat. It was glorious! I swallowed and swallowed. I was determined that none of his jism should escape from my mouth and throat. All the while, Bill was rolling from side to side with the effects of his heavenly ejaculation. Slowly, he quieted and then he was still. Well, not totally still for he had taken hold of my buttocks and was slowly rolling me over on top of his chest. I was jolted back into reality when I felt his tongue touch my super-sensitive clit. I had allowed my head to move a little ways off his cock, but when he began licking my clit, I couldn't hold off any longer so once more I let my mouth slide down upon his cock. The two of us were locked together in this fashion until we both began quivering as our respective orgasms tore into our most sensitive parts. As we both began to recover, I asked him,

"Do you think we should get up or do you want to stay locked in this way for the rest of the night?"

Somewhat groggily, he answered by pushing me off of his body. I looked at him and a slow smile began to appear on each of our faces.

"Wine, tea, coffee, milk or water?"

"A glass of wine would help me recover my vitality. Say, I see that you have collected a trinket from the Jensen –clan. Hold on to that for it is worth about a thousand dollars to you." From the startled look on my face, he could obviously see that I hadn't known much about what he was saying. "The next time you go to La Minette, Yvette will collect that trinket and credit your account with at least a thousand bucks! Oh, I'll bet that you don't have any idea how much money is in your account?" I shook my head. "Well, the next time you see Yvette, ask her for an accounting of your account. Livy, straight whores who work for the lesbian crowd don't come cheap!"

This bald statement brought on a sudden halt to our conversation. Soon however, we resumed talking.

"Did you know that Ava has left me?"

"She has? That really surprises me. Did the two of you have a fight or something?"

"No, I guess I came down a little too hard on her for that sick performance of the other night and then, when you told her off – well, she just couldn't take it. I am not conceited enough to think that she was really and truly sorry to get away from me, but losing all of that La Minette money – that really hurt. Olivia, this gives me a perfect chance to bring up my other reason for calling on you. I know that Kayla told you about my arrangements with her and the others." I nodded. "So, would you consider becoming my Wednesday night girl friend? Livy, I am a super-sexed guy and I need a lot of female companionship. Sex every night of the week is not unusual for me so, I thought that, just maybe, you would help me out."

I couldn't help but laugh at the sad face he had adopted as he told me of his sex needs.

"Sure, Bill. Wednesday night it is – assuming that I don't get any calls from La Minette."

"Oh, I don't think that will happen. You are one of their, 'company girls' so they will avoid using you during the workdays of the week!"

Bill's blatant statement about my working status for La Minette set me back upon my heels. That he would just assume that I was going to – do what? Spend my working days whoring about the company? 

"What makes you say that and just how do you know all of this?"

Before answering me, Bill stared at me with a look of disbelief on his face. "Are you telling me that you still don't know what you have gotten your self into?" I nodded. "Oh Livy! Look! The outfit that owns and runs La Minette is one o f the biggest sex outfits in the city – if not the biggest! Besides La Minette, they have places for homosexual men, places for men – and women – who enjoy the company of young girls and young boys, places for men with extraordinarily large cocks and any number of whore groups inside the biggest businesses in this city. You girls are just the smallest tip of the iceberg!"




Olivia Ch. 05



Chapter 05

The gang slut is sold on

The cage was too cramped to stand up or stretch out, so Olivia massaged her legs to prevent cramp. Her calf muscles were the worst, from having too much salt in her diet. She went through the regular routine, having become used to living in the small cage, over the last few months, to the extent of thinking of it as home. Rosa was asleep in her cage opposite, so she tried not to make a noise. 

That first disgusting day, when she had been kidnapped, had thoroughly demoralized her. She had been dragged around by a mean gang of youths, with them abusing her in the most dreadful ways. They had broken her will to resist anything they cared to demand. 

When they saw how pliable she had become they sold her to a gang of young Hispanic thugs. They locked her in a cage, which defined her lowly status, demeaning her more thoroughly that words could ever have done.

For twenty-eight years she had grown up, pampered in comfort, and spoilt by a doting wealthy father. The shock of this new world left her susceptible to them, for she had no defense to such barbaric behavior. 

She had spent the last three months locked in a cage, like an animal. They kept her clean and fed, just enough to keep her alive, only letting her out to serve them as a gang slut. Rosa had been right. She had become used to the taste of sperm, looking forward to it, as a supplement to the meager rations - hence the high intake of salt in her diet. 

At least, when brought out to entertain them, she could stretch her limbs. She was still lithe, and a little slimmer, though less fit. Except for one thing, she was now a fit piece of ass, as they had proved time and time again. There were five hard core members, with thirteen others in the gang. She had grown to know all of them, intimately. 

In a previous life she referred to down there, as her vagina, and when being naughty, it was her pussy. Now it was a fuck hole and no longer hers either. It was theirs, to use as they wanted. Whenever and however they wanted to use their fuck hole, and any other hole, she had to be ready for them.

Rodriguez was the gang leader. He would simply hand her over to one of the others, to whip her ass, if she didn't please him. She had learnt the hard way, at first, to pay attention to their particular needs. After three months pandering to the gangs' whims, she knew exactly how to present her body to each of them. She had become adept at anticipating a man's needs, so as to avoid a punishment. 

Olivia had been corrupted, from being a high society woman, almost a sexual innocent, knowing little more than the missionary position, into becoming an obedient gang slut. She had been prepared, ready to marry one of her father's wealthy business contacts, to become a trophy wife. Instead, the beautiful young woman had been perverted, into becoming a trophy-whore.

They were vulgar teenagers from the wrong side of the tracks, or so she would have called them previously. Now she called them sir, or master. What was so damning was that she meant it. She had been sold to them, defining her as a slave and they were her masters. It left her feeling like a lowly object, something to be used.

Mitch opened the cage and clipped a leash to her collar. He enjoyed making her crawl and she pretended to like it, just to keep him pleased with her. 

"Come on bitch, hurry up. You're owner needs some attention," he told her. The large old warehouse had a large open space, with small side-rooms running along an outside wall. The windows were boarded up and the one outside door was always locked. Not that she had the temerity to think of escaping.

On her way into an empty side-room, there were a couple of young guy's playing cards. "Don't wear her out, there's a party tonight," one of them shouted at him, and laughed.

"Don't worry you can tell when a whore is full," the other said.

"How?" he asked, taking the bait.

"When cum seeps from her nose," he laughed. 

Olivia cringed on hearing there was to be a party. It meant all the gang would be there and she would end up serving every one of them. All three holes would be sore from so much use. She didn't mind entertaining their cocks it was the objects that hurt.  

She crawled to the centre of the room and squatted on the bare floor, waiting. The young guy stripped off his trousers and sat down on an old tatty arm chair. She got up on her haunches, with hands dangling, like a dog begging. She squatted with her tongue hanging out, panting like a bitch on heat. She yapped quietly, so as not to let on what was going on to his friends.

"Over here bitch," he grinned. 

Olivia waggled her ass, as though eager to please. She was hungry and looked forward to a small helping of cum. This young guy produced a lot of cum, especially if there was time to suck him dry. She had overcome the natural gagging reaction so as to swallow even a large cock. That way, when he spurted his load, she didn't miss a drop. It also meant she could finish a guy more quickly, to move on for another load of man cream.

She was bobbing her head up and down his shaft, reminding herself to lube up her asshole and fuck-hole, as well as possible, for tonight. Starting off dry would ruin her evening. 

She was proud of her forethought, as well as her consummate fucking skills. She considered herself the best fucking slut the gang had. She had pushed away all thoughts of a distracting previous life, to concentrate on being a fuck-doll, always eager and ready to pleasure the gang. Olivia was pleased to receive little gifts, like the lube grease, for her asshole and fuck-hole. Sometimes she even got to wear clothes too!

***

Olivia felt elated. She had been allowed a bath instead of a quick shower. Rosa had lent some bubble bath, in exchange for some lube gel, so this was a very special day for her. She lay there reminding herself of the gang members' particular fancies. 

Shorty liked to spurt his load over her breasts, and watch her suck his cum from her tits. She spooned it up with a finger, making exaggerated sucking noises for him. She always left a drop on each nipple till last and sucked each one with relish.

That brought her to Beanie. He demanded she work on her breasts to enlarge them. He gave her a breast pump which she worked on in the cage. There wasn't much else to do so she worked diligently, knowing it would please them all. She also massaged them with creams he provided. The posture exercises she practiced had Rose in fits of laughter, but it was worth it, because it kept them nice and firm for her young masters. 

Rodriguez gave her nipple rings to enhance them. They had grown quiet large over the past months, as she wore them all the time, only removing them when let out of the cage. They looked much bigger than before - in proportion with her larger breasts. 

Not having a bra it was difficult to tell how large they had grown, as it had been so gradual. Beanie was pleased with her progress, giving her little treats as a reward for her hard work. He would let her suck on his cock for ages and give her make-up. The lipstick she would use on her breasts, to please him.

Baby Face was eighteen like the others, though he looked so much younger, hence his name. He liked her to pretend to be a teacher or some other authority figure, for she was much older than him. At least it was a chance to wear a dress. She would tell him off then he would hand over naked pictures of her. 

Olivia would then beg him not to tell anyone, so he could make his demands upon her. It would start by lifting the dress up for a spanking. She enjoyed the play acting, though he could become a little too rough sometimes. On her hands and knees she would beg him not to fuck her mouth, knowing it got him going, to get what she wanted. It didn't always work, as he could take any of her holes he chose.

Manuel liked to shackle her. Sometimes he would hogtie her into a helpless shape, unable to move. He would tease her, pretending to think about which of her holes he was going to use, all the time knowing she wanted to suck him off. If he took her asshole, she pretended not to be disappointed that he didn't face fuck her. 

Some of his cum could be recovered from her bottom, even though the taste was spoilt. Rose had told her she was a nasty bitch doing that, but she had become addicted to sperm and wasn't sure when she would get another dose.

She had been such a bitch before, expecting the world to revolve around her. These young lads had helped her become such a better person now. She thought of others, and their pleasures, instead of just thinking of herself. 

The water was getting cold so she jumped up in excitement, ready for the party. Her lithe body would be well used tonight. She looked forward to stealing little snacks and of course, there would be plenty of lovely cum to fill her belly. 

***

"Come on bitch, shake your ass, Rod wants you. Get these clothes on," Shorty demanded, as he threw them at her. He watched her dress, impatiently tapping a foot. 

Olivia was ecstatic. She had somehow earned the privilege of wearing clothes! She tied the shirt under her boobs, making sure there was plenty of cleavage on show. The skirt was nothing more than a belt, slung low over her hips, just about covering the tops of her thighs. She pulled at the back of it, making sure her booty was on show.

"Hey, panties slut," Shorty said, pointing at a scrap of material lying on the floor.

She hadn't expected them! It had been such a long time since wearing panties. The tiny thong gripped her lips, covering little else. So unused to panties the tight feeling of the cords between her cheeks and the little flap of material covering her pussy was unnatural. 

He didn't bother to attach a leash to her slave collar, for they no longer thought it mattered, after becoming so willing and obedient. She followed him into the main room of the warehouse, where some gang girls were preparing for the party. 

Rodriguez was talking to his main guys, so she squatted on the floor to wait. 

"Here's the fuck hole, ready and waiting," Shorty announced. 

"Get some shoes on bitch," Rodriguez said.

One of them handed her some high heel pumps. Again this was unusual. She scrabbled with them trying hard to quickly slip her feet in and buckle them up. She stood up feeling so tall, she wobbled, with the unfamiliar feeling of wearing shoes. She felt a wave of delirious pleasure wash through her mind, from being so well dressed. 

The red shoes complimented the little floating skirt. Even her red lips and nail polish matched the outfit. Her hard nipples poked through the thin white blouse and she was showing off a deep cleavage. Although she wished she could have seen herself in a mirror, she just knew she looked a perfect little slut for them.

"OK! Let's go," Rodriguez told them. 

The five guys walked toward the exit, with Olivia tottering behind them. She was wondering where they were going but dare not ask. It was frightening walking out the door, for this place had been her home, seemingly for ever. 

They drove in the dark, through a rundown neighborhood, out onto the freeway. Olivia shivered in fright wondering what was to happen to her. She wanted to return to where she felt safe and at home, back to her cage. 

They pulled into a restaurant car park where she was helped out of the car. If she had noticed, the car park was empty, since the restaurant had gone bust. She noticed a car pull up, and park next them. She was pushed into the lights of their car and told to turn around. She was being shown off to a stranger. 

She didn't want to hear what was going on, even if she could have heard what they were saying. 

Rodriguez called her over. "What are you, bitch," he asked. 

Olivia took a moment to think what he meant. "I'm you're gang slut, sir," she answered.

"And?" he said.

"I'm a fuck hole, sir," she said, wondering what she was supposed to say.

"Who owns you?" he persisted.

"You do, master," she added, without a hesitation.

"You're a slave, ready to be sold?" he asked, while looking at the stranger.

"Yes, master, I'm just a slave, ready to be sold," Olivia said, trying hard not to cry. She now knew why she had been dressed up in these lovely clothes, and was frightened. She watched a bundle of notes being handed over. It was a reminder of that fateful day so long ago, when she had been bought by the gang. 

"This man now owns you. Go with him and obey him. Be good, little fuck gyrl," Rodriguez said, without a hint of emotion in his voice.

She couldn't see his face as she trotted behind him, on the high heels. She dare not look back or she would cry. It was difficult leaving her masters, her cage and her home. He opened the door for her, and she slid onto the leather back seat, of a large sedan. This was no gang leader she had been bought by a rich man. 

***

Frank looked at the young woman standing before him. She didn't look anything like Olivia, though the accent proved she was more than an uneducated gang slut. At least, she had been a well educated woman once. The lewd clothing was terrible and she didn't seem to mind showing off her body, rather she flaunted it proudly. 

He had quietly made enquires, trying to find her, a few days after she disappeared. Her father, his boss, thought she had run off somewhere. It was probably to Europe, where she had wealthy friends, who would provide accommodation and entertainment. That was the story circulating around the offices. 

He was sitting in a café, opposite the office building, when an image of a young girl came to him - completely out of the blue. At the time he thought he recognized her, after she had blown them under the table, only to dismiss the feeling. Of course the connection hadn't been made. How anyone could even considered that dreadful gang whore, was the boss's daughter?

She looked like a gang whore, was dressed like one, and behaved like one. Even now, standing before him, it was difficult to believe she had been a wealthy socialite. She used to be such a prude and a tease, yet now, she looked a depraved slut. 

He picked up a photograph to take another look at it. "Look at me," he said. Holding up the picture, taken at a charity gala, he compared the two. The young woman standing before him looked thinner, except for her breasts. That could be because she wore an evening gown in the picture, whereas now, she was practically naked.

"What do you want, right now," Frank asked.

The question threw her, for she hadn't ever been asked what she wanted. She always received instructions to perform for the gang. "You're cock, master," she clearly stated.

The young woman was looking at his crotch, licking her garishly painted lips. For some reason he asked a stupid question. "Why?"

"I'm hungry, master, I need your lovely cum, master," Olivia stated. 

"What? Why? I mean," he hesitantly said, while trying to fathom what this meant.

Olivia reasoned he didn't understand. He was her new master and knew nothing of her life as a gang slut. "I don't get enough to eat, so I try to get as much cum as I can," she explained. It sounded perfectly reasonable to her, yet he looked shocked. 

"What else do you eat?" he asked. 

"I have bread, water and vegetables in my cage. Also, the gang's cum, and anything I can steal at the parties, master," she explained. She dropped her head, in submission, to stare at the carpet. She had thankfully removed the uncomfortable high heels, on entering her master's house. The carpet was nice and soft under her bare feet, compared to the rough warehouse floor.

"A cage, they kept you in a cage?" Frank asked, trying not to sound outraged.

"Yes master. It was my home," she sighed. All these questions were getting in the way of what she needed. She was hungry and wanted to feed on his cock.

"What about those clothes, do you usually wear things like that?" he asked. 

"I don't usually get to wear clothes, master. They are so lovely; it's a privilege to wear them. If you would prefer it, I've greased up my asshole for you, master," Olivia suggested. Turning around, she bent over to show him her bottom, and pulled apart both cheeks, to show off a gaping asshole.

This was all so much worse than he had expected. The boss's daughter was showing off her asshole to him, offering it to him. The boss was the wealthiest man in the city, with an enviable network of contacts running right across the country. The countries wealthy and influential people were his friends and business contacts.

He had bought the man's daughter for what amounted to two months salary. She was now his sex slave. More than that, she was a willing, skilled whore, ready to do anything to please him. He had thought to rescue her. Returning the daughter would reap untold rewards with the old man. 

Returning her like this would be impossible. She had been completely corrupted. Olivia, the wealthy woman, had been brainwashed into thinking of herself as a mere possession. She was a man's plaything, a sex doll, to be used and abused. His cock was hard in his trousers, affecting the decision, of whether to return her or not.

"Would you like some pizza?" Frank asked.

"Yes! Please, master. You're slave-slut will be pleased with anything you give her," she responded, trying to keep calm. "Your slave is ready to please, whatever you like, master," she gushed.

"I know lots of ways to pleasure you, master," she sincerely added. 

Sitting in the leather armchair, he watched her bouncing with enthusiasm. He had only offered her a snack, and she had responded with eagerness to please. "Is there anything else you want?" he asked.

"Please, master, may I remove the panties, I'm not used to wearing them," she shyly requested. He nodded, so she quickly pulled at them and stepped out of them. Unsure what to do with them she left the little things on the floor. She felt awful, seeing the dirty wet things, lying on her master's clean respectable carpet.

"What about the rest of those clothes," he asked. He meant to get her something decent, though she misunderstood him. Before he could stop her she stripped off the top and skirt.

"Thank you master," she said.

She had already said she was unused to wearing clothes, which explained the relieved look upon her face. He could see the red marks around her hips and crotch, where the panties had been rubbing, so understood why they were uncomfortable. He looked the naked woman up and down, unable to take his eyes off her luscious body. 

"I hope master is pleased with his slave-slut," Olivia quietly asked. He nodded. Olivia felt relieved. This was such a wonderful home she had hoped, with all her heart, he would keep her. He seemed such a considerate master she wanted to please him so very much.

It was a delight to nibble on a slice of pizza. Her waist was so thin and her stomach so shrunken she had to be careful what she ate. After dinner she looked forward to sucking on her master's cock, all the while wondering what his cum would taste like.

"Thank you master," Olivia dutifully intoned. 

"What would you like now?" he asked. He had an idea what her answer would be, for she was again licking her lips, while staring at his crotch. 

'Fuck!' Those young Hispanic kids had her addicted to sperm! 

Keeping her hungry and face fucking so often had made it habitual. It probably started as a defense mechanism, where she had to like it or lose her mind. In some ways she had lost her mind, or at least lost all moral standards. Unable to object to the mistreatment she made herself enjoy it. Eventually she really did like the taste of sperm, and so, became hooked on sucking cocks for it. 

Frank extracted the outlines of what had happened to her over the last three months. She didn't seem to remember a previous life. Again, it must be a defense mechanism, protecting her mind from the truth of how far her morals had collapsed.




Olivia Ch. 05



"Here's your room," he told her. 

"Where is my cage, master?" Olivia asked. 

"You can use the bed," he suggested.

"Please, master, I need to be in a cage or I won't be able to sleep. I'm sorry, master," she said, looking pathetically wretched. 

"Come with me," he said, leading her to his bedroom.

"Your slave-slut is just a possession, master. She cannot sleep in here," Olivia said.

The look of wonder upon her face pleased him. "You will sleep at my feet, slave," he pronounced, accepting no argument. She seemed to accept this as an order. "Lay back on the bed, your master wishes to examine you." Without being told she spread her legs, expecting to be checked out thoroughly. 

He ran his hands over her lithe body, over the silky smooth flesh, still flushed with youth. She was around his age, a couple of years younger at twenty-eight. Despite the rough treatment received she was unmarked, with model looks, as though stepping from a glossy magazine.

Between the legs she was completely hairless. He looked closely at her unable to see any damage except to her bottom. "What happened to this," he said, grazing her asshole with a finger.

"Sorry, master, is slave-slut's hole not satisfactory?" she asked, with a look of innocent enquiry.

"It seems stretched open," he commented.

"Stretched with toys, for master's pleasure," she explained. 

This gave him something to think about. She had already told him she had expanded her breasts and nipples, for a master's pleasure. "Undress me for bed," he told her.

She nimbly removed his clothes and waited while he got under the covers. He lifted one side for her to get in. He wanted to hold her close, but before he had a chance, she slithered down the bed. She wriggled into place, pushing between his legs. He lifted the covers to look at her.

Olivia looked back at him, with wide open eyes. "May your slave-slut have masters, cock, please," she asked, drawing out the last word as a plaintive plea.

"Suck all you want, or until I fall asleep, slave-slut," he smiled. 

He watched the beautiful woman form a sexy open mouth over the head of his cock. She licked the tip with gentle flicks, wetting it then sucked on it. Taking the head of his cock between her lips she squeezed it professionally. She squeezed it then gripped the base of his penis, with a firm grip of her small hand. 

With the other hand she held his balls, juggling them smoothly. He watched her mouth engulf him. Instead of stopping, her mouth continued. He gasped in amazement, at the sight of her throat swallowing his cock. She gripped the base of his cock for a moment then her head lifted the covers, as her mouth slid up its length.

He laid back feeling her mouth grip his penis, watching her head lift and lower, speeding up, into a regular bobbing motion. Never before had he experienced such a sensation. The suction she used was phenomenal. His entire cock was being stimulated with her lips and tongue and throat, working hard upon the entire length of his hardness. 

He couldn't take anymore. As much as he wanted to hold back, to prolong the experience, it was impossible. The way she held his cock in her mouth, he felt every drop spurting, like Niagara Falls, gushing through the tiny eye of his penis. The intense feeling calmed, yet was carried on as she sucked his cock and fondled his balls. 

She really was addicted to sperm, for she was milking every last drop from him.

Some of the guys he knew had a pet, though he had taken little interest in the boring details. One of them owned a horse, and another owned a dog. He now owned a well trained, willing slut. How appropriate it was that she had lived in a cage, as though he had bought her from a pet shop. He lay back imagining walking past a row of cages, eventually deciding on this little pet. 

He would keep her and look after her, experiencing all the delicious tricks she knew. It would be exciting exploring such a beautiful, available body. Thinking of keeping her, led him on to making a mental note. Tomorrow he would buy a cage for his new pet. Slave-slut would have to be kept in the basement, where the cleaner didn't go.

A name too would have to be found. He would have to name his pet, and buy it some clothes. A new collar, with its name on would be purchased. A whole new world of exciting ideas was opening up to him.



Olivia Ch. 05



I was silent for some time before taking up the thread of what Bill had been saying.

"Bill, just who or what is this outfit and how do you know so much about it?"

"Look, Livy. I'm just a run-of-the –mill electrician, but many years ago I was hired to do some work for the organization. That, incidentally, is what they call themselves. The bigwigs of the Organization must have liked the way I did my work without asking a lot of questions and so I've been working for them ever since. I'm like the serving girl. I am always present, but never noticed. So, I hear and see a lot of things.

If you are to ever understand the Organization, the first thing you must establish in your mind is that they are super patient. They do not go out and grab girls off the street. They much prefer having the type of girl – or man – they want come to them. The four of you girls are a perfect example of how they operate. Someone in your company heard you describe yourselves as the, 'horny harlots' and the organization latched onto that immediately. I have no doubt but what it was an organization rep who first planted the idea of shifting your Friday meeting place from where you had been going to La Minette in Kayla's mind. Of course, Ava's hunger for money made things even easier. Once you all had a dinner at La Minette – well, things were virtually settled. They provided the sleds and all of you just slid merrily down the slope until now you are – from their point of view – safely ensconced in the organization."

"What would this organization of yours do if, perchance, we should decide to quit?"

"I'm not quite clear on that point, but I have heard of girls suddenly being sent to sex bars in some forgotten parts of the world. You may have a chance to find out for yourself. I am not so sure that Rosa and Sierra can stand up to the life that they have just embarked upon. They probably don't realize it yet, but sooner or later, they are going to realize that they are just high-class whores. Now, you and Kayla are decidedly different. The fact that neither one of you has ever checked on just how much money you are making proves to me that you are in this for the fun and the pleasure – not the cash. Right now, it is exciting for Rosa and Sierra, but, one of these nights, it is going to dawn upon them that this is not just another school-girl escapade, but, in reality, the way of life for them for as far as they can see. What will happen then is anybody's guess."

"Well Bill, from your lofty pinnacle of knowledge, what is your projection of my future?"

"I haven't the slightest idea, but, from your attitude and the mode of operation I have observed in the organization, I think you will continue in this style for a very long time. That is, you will be tasked to provide sex for a goodly number of your company's business execs and quite possibly for, 'visiting firemen' too. Of course, your usefulness to La Minette will continue as well. Now, I have a question for you."

"Okay, shoot."

"How about I shoot inside of one of your openings?"

"Are you suggesting that we fuck?"

"Of course, that was my prime reason for coming here today. By the way, what is your opinion of that Mary-woman that I met today? Would she be agreeable to becoming my Friday night date?"

"I don't know. I was just as surprised as you were, but, from her rapid acceptance of sex in the hallway, I'd say that she would be a very good bet. Now, shut up and put that cock of yours in me somewhere!" 

I sank down upon the floor and opened my legs to him. Bill was not one to hesitate and he was in me in a very short order! I discovered that I liked the feel of his cock. It was big enough that I felt a little stuffed with it inside of my cunt. I had yet to feel it in my ass, but I felt that there, too, it would fill me. We lay there, entwined in each other's body for most of the night and then I was shown a new aspect to Bill's character.

We were resting between climaxes when I absent mindedly began teasing the rim of his puckered hole. I knew at once that I had hit upon a part of his body that aroused his libido for I heard his sudden intake of breath and then a low moan. Frankly, I had never touched a man in this way before so I didn't know how far I should take this kind of caress. Bill solved the problem for me. He leaned his head upon my shoulder and whispered into my ear, "More!"

This startled me for I never expected any man to react in this way – much less a cocks-man like Bill. Still, I decided to honor his request. I licked one of my fingers in order to make it slide into him just a little easier and then, after once more making a circle of his puckered hole, I slowly, definitely pushed my finger into his ass! Bill's answer to this invasion was a huge sigh and another request for, "More!" I repeated my previous procedure and thrust two fingers into Bill's ass! This time, his reaction brought a pleasurable feeling to my cunt for his cock – that had been lying, semi-flaccid just inside of my cunt - suddenly pulsed and grew harder. I was all prepared for him when he once more asked for more. He winced slightly as I forced three of my fingers into his ass, but, amazingly, his cock got even larger and harder. There was no surprise when he once more asked for more of my fingers. This time I grew rather bold and, by doubling my thumb inside of my palm, I rudely thrust my entire hand into his ass. Bill screamed! However, when I made as if I were going to withdraw my hand from his ass, he begged me not to do that. Frankly, I was so aroused that I really didn't care if he wanted me in or out of his ass. By this time, his cock was even bigger and harder than I had felt before and I was enjoying it to the maximum. It was awkward, but, somehow, we managed to fuck with my hand in his ass and his cock in my cunt. Our dual climax was a wild experience.

Deep in my consciousness, I knew that I had found a soul-mate for this night had shown me that Bill was as rabid about sexual pleasures as I.



Olivia Ch. 06a



My life settled into a steady routine for the next several months. I eagerly met my Friday obligations at La Minette as well as my Wednesday nights with Bill. There was one departure from my usual routine and that involved Mary Milner. I had never paid her much attention before, but all of a sudden, it seemed as though we were meeting in the hall or on the stairs nearly every day. I was just enough suspicious of her intentions to wonder what her nefarious plan was. Then, one day on the way out, she finally broached the subject that I'm sure had been continuously on her mind.

"Olivia, I don't' have any doubt but that you are aware that I have been seeing Bill pretty steadily. In fact, we have been having sex every Friday night. I know, from what Bill has told me, that your Friday nights are reserved for some other appointment. So, what I was wondering was – would you be put out so terribly if I came over and shared your Wednesday night with you and Bill? That way, we could have some really exciting threesomes. I know a few tricks for threesomes that I think you might enjoy. So how about it?"

"Mary, you have caught me completely by surprise. Just off the top of my head, your proposition sounds pretty good, but I need some time to think it over. I am assuming that you have already talked this over with Bill and that he is agreeable?" She nodded. "Let's hold off on this until I have some time to think it over. Okay?"

Once more, she nodded and we parted company. Frankly, I thought it to be a titillating idea and I knew that I would agree. For some reason, I just didn't want to agree at that specific moment. Three days later, I called her and we agreed to give it a trial. But our threesome was not to be, at least for the next week for a bombshell was dropped on the horny harlots on Tuesday. 

I went to work as usual on Tuesday and I knew immediately that something was wrong. Kayla was the only one in the office and her face looked worried and frightened. 

"Kayla, what's up?"

"Has Yvette called you?"

"No."

"We are to meet with her at La Minette this Wednesday night and I have been trying to contact either Rosa or Sierra. My car's in the shop and I was hoping I could carpool with one of them, but I can't get in touch with either one of them. I went 'round to each one of their places and there is no one there! They've both gone!"

This startled me so that I couldn't think of anything to say. Then, Kayla continued,

"Can I ride with you?"

"Sure. We're friends aren't we? What do you think Yvette wants to talk to us about?"

"I haven't the slightest idea.

I got an answer or an insight to the problem that afternoon when I got home from work for, as I approached the door to my building, I saw Bill standing there obviously waiting for me. Neither one of us said anything. Bill just followed me inside and up to my apartment door. As Luck would have it, Mary opened her door just as I was in the process of unlocking mine.

"Oh, Mary, I'm glad that we've met. I'm afraid that this Wednesday night is a no-go. I've got a meeting to attend that I cannot miss - perhaps next week?"

I could see that she was disappointed, but she smiled, nodded and went back into her apartment. I opened my door and literally pulled Bill inside.

"Okay. Just what do you know about Rosa's and Sierra's disappearance?"

"First of all, I'm not too surprised although I really didn't see it coming. From the very beginning, both of them have been complaining about becoming whores for a bunch of perverts. Many's the time I have listened to them talk about not ever going back to La Minette. Last Saturday, they made what I think is the biggest mistake of their lives. They went to Yvette and demanded all of the money in each of their accounts. If you think about this from the point of view of the Organization, I am certain that you will reach the same decision as I am certain the organization did - that they were about to run away."

"Well. Where do you think they are?"

"Olivia, I do not have any more of an idea than you do. However I can give you my opinion. I think that both of them are in a whore house somewhere in the back of nowhere. I have heard that the Organization like's to send disgruntled employees to Indonesia soooo....." And Bill shrugged his shoulders!

On Wednesday night, Yvette confirmed what Bill had told me.

"Both Rosa and Sierra asked for the money in their account and they as much as told me that they would not be coming back. So, I paid them off and they left and, before you ask, I have no idea as to what they were planning or where they might have gone! We are hoping and expecting that the two of you will continue to provide our other clients with some degree of La Minette enjoyment."

Both Kayla and I nodded for neither one of us harbored any ideas of leaving the Organization.

It was two very sad females who made their way home that night. First Ava and now two more of the horny harlots had pulled up stakes and left us. We had been together for so long that it seemed almost impossible that suddenly we were no longer a group. What was even harder to accept was the thought that something really evil just might have befallen our friends. The possible object lesson was not lost on either one of us. 

Kayla and I struggled through the next day in the office, but I knew that she, like me, was only too glad to leave this place and so many of its' memories. When I got into the foyer of my building, I was in for yet another surprise. The door to the manager's office opened and she accosted me as I entered. 

"Miss Olivia, I have a package for you. It was delivered this morning by special messenger."

With that, she handed me a rather large box. It was not heavy, but I could detect a rattling sound as it was shifted from her hands to mine. I scanned it quickly and observed that there were no addresses whatsoever. The curiosity this aroused helped assuage the sad feeling that had possessed me all day long. Presents – especially unexpected ones – always brought a smile to my face. I went up to my apartment with a little more enthusiasm and speed than usual. Once inside my apartment, I hastened to open this mysterious package. When I looked inside, there was no longer any doubt about who it was from. Unceremoniously, I dumped the contents upon the floor. There could be no doubt but what the Organization had sent this to me. 

There was a complete set of suction equipment: A tit shaper, a clit extender and a device to be applied to my cunt lips. A hand-pump to provide the suction was also included. There was no set of instructions, but I knew what to do and how to use this stuff. A portable CD player was also included along with a CD. 

There was a picture of a female – naked from her belly button to just above her knees. She was standing and there were obviously other people around her. I had no doubt but what they were all looking at the clit that protruded from her lower belly. It was easily three inches long and, strangely enough, it looked like a miniature version of a male's cock! A second piece of paper was also a picture display, but the subject matter of this paper concerned clothing. It was an advertisement from La Femme Erotik that showed models in dresses that were not only very, very short, but with deeply cut necklines to boot! Stapled to the advertisement was a small card. All that was written on the card was, "The more you advertise, the more clients you shall attract." So I did what every female always does when she is angry or discouraged. I went shopping! I made myself a promise that very minute that I would get some dresses that would definitely advertise my product.

I was surprised when I got to the shop for they had a great many dresses that were noticeably shorter and with deeper necklines than those they had pictured. I shed the garment I was wearing and began trying on the dresses that a salesperson offered to me. I had never considered that clothing alone could make me feel sexy, but, after trying several of these deeply cut, tight dresses, I was ready to jump the body of the first person, male or female, who came within my reach. There were dresses with a kind of split top. These split tops opened to view almost my entire tits. There was a vivid colored dress in the Mexican style that had part of it wrapped around my hips and over my shoulders. The only portions of my tits that were not showing were my actual nipples. They had shiny, black leather shorts that clung to my hips and buttocks like glue. I liked them and bought several pair. One dress was made out of some kind of light mesh fabric that, honestly, showed everything I had to offer. I bought several of those dresses, too. Finally, when I had accumulated about all I wanted, I suddenly thought about cost!

"Er... how much is all of this going to cost. I have enough in my checking account to cover some of the cost, but....."

The old woman shushed me. "There is no need for you to worry over the cost. I have already checked with the proper people and they assure me that you have more than enough in your La Minette account to cover the costs of these few things. You may select more, if you wish."

"Thank you, but I think this will be ample to start me off. May I make another request of you?"

"Certainly. What is it that you want?"

"Would you discard these old things that I was wearing for me? I intend to leave here fully clad – if that isn't an oxymoron – in these newest dresses."

I thought the old woman would split a gut because she was laughing so hard.

"You are reacting just like all the other girls that I have dressed for their work in the profession. I think maybe you be a big success in the profession! Remember. If you lean forward while your client is looking down your dress, he will be able to see clear down to the beginning of your slit. You can use this as a way to increase his attraction for you. And, closed legs mean, 'no' whereas open legs are a definite invitation to ... well whatever you wish to have happen."

It was a weird feeling to step out onto the sidewalk in a nearly naked state and I almost displayed my wares to the passers by. However, I got into my car, with my short, short dress well above the center of my thighs, and drove home. Once more, I was intercepted by Mary as I got to my door.

"Whoo boy! Are you ever advertising your profession."

"Like it?"

"I sure as hell do. That outfit would be great for riding the busses. Uh, could I talk to you for a few minutes?"

"Sure, come on in."

"Look Olivia, Bill has told me a lot about what you and the other girls have been doing and the prospect of just possibly doing something like that has gotten me all excited. Well, to make my long story short, now that two of your girls have disappeared, would you consider taking me on as a replacement for one of them?"

At first, I was completely taken aback by Mary's request, but then, I began to understand that, from my brief observations of her, she was something like Kayla and me.

"Mary, I don't know what Bill has told you about what we do at La Minette, but first and foremost, I am not the one to make the decision whether or not you join us. Didn't Bill tell you that the whole idea was a brainstorm of his wife's?" Mary nodded. "Well then, you should understand that ....well, we may not be what you think we are! To use one of Kayla's expressions describing us, 'We are just a bunch of girls whose sex bucket is overflowing.' In other words, what I'm trying to say is that, while the world at large considers us to be whores, we think of ourselves as just girls having a helluva good time. Yes, we do get paid, but, to my knowledge, neither Kayla nor I have ever handled any money and neither one of us has the slightest idea how much we may have earned. So far as we are concerned, we are just an attraction for the lesbian customers of La Minette. Oh, that reminds me. I know that you are okay with men. How do you feel about having sex with lesbians?"

"Truthfully, I don't know. I had a brief relationship when I first began college, but she decided that she liked another better so she left me. That was years and years ago so I don't even hardly remember it. I do know that, at the time, I didn't find it repulsive or unpleasant. I think it would be best if I gave you a little of my background. I was a virgin until I was fifteen and, at that time, I met a boy that I really liked. One night, after we returned from a movie, I let him put his finger in me. I must not have been much of a virgin for there was only a very little pain and, later, when I looked at my panties, there was just the smallest spot of blood. Before the summer was over, we were fucking regularly. I was so young that I didn't even consider the possibility of getting pregnant. All I knew was that I liked the feel of his thing in me an awful lot. He got in trouble with the law and the judge said, 'Jail or the Army' so our relationship was broken. I had other boy friends and those relationships always led to me being on my back with my legs open and in the air. I guess that I have always been like the girl Kayla described –'My sex bucket has always been overflowing'! Aside from that one experience, I have not had anything to do with girls. Oh, by the way, when I was about twenty-two, I had a medical problem and that resulted in me having to have a hysterectomy. So, child-bearing is out of the question. 

Currently, I teach at the University and chances for sexual fun and games are slim and none."

"You said something about riding the busses. What did you mean by that?"

Mary began to laugh. "You should know that, when a girl with our sexual drive is deprived of a ready source of cock, she will resort to almost anything to satisfy her craving. One of the other female faculty members introduced me to riding the busses. I can see from the perplexed expression on your face that you haven't the vaguest idea of what I am talking about. Well, sweetie, it goes something like this: You get dressed up just like you are now and you go to one of the bus stops. Usually it is well past midnight and the busses are making their last runs of the day and they are pretty much empty, except for the driver, of course. You walk back to the very back of the bus. The seat there runs completely across the width of the bus and you sit down in the center of that seat. With a slight adjustment of your short skirt, you position yourself so that bus driver can see your cunt in his rear view mirror. One of two things will happen. If the bus is empty, the driver will know of a secluded place on his route where he can park for a few minutes or, if there are others on board the bus, he will drive you to the last stop on his route. Either way, you can and, most likely will, fuck your head off. Do this once or twice and you will soon be recognized by the drivers and they will do the rest. I have a life-time free pass to ride any bus in this city or the county. I don't know how many of us bus riders there are, but I do know that I am not the only one doing this. 

Once you are accepted by the drivers, they will probably arrange, 'special' trips just for you. As an example, one night when I got on the bus, the bus driver drove just slightly off his regular route and picked up the varsity basketball team from a local high school. Think of it! All of the rest of the night I had five young studs and the driver to boot. I had to call in and cancel all of my classes for the next day. If you want to try riding the busses, I'll be glad to show you the ropes.

But, I've gotten off what I wanted to talk with you about. Is there any chance for me to join you and Kayla at La Minette?"

"I certainly think so, but, since we are friends, I must caution you about one aspect of having fun at La Minette. Whether you want to or not, you will, in all likelihood, become a member of the Organization. Has Bill spoken to you about them?"

"A little."

"Well, that is about all I know about them, too, but I must point out that the recent disappearance of Rosa and Sierra is undoubtedly an object lesson for the rest of us. Hey, I'm going to change the subject. I have always wondered what an oversexed guy like Bill does on Saturday and Sunday. He has us to fuck during the week, but what does he do for stimulation on the weekends?" Mary began laughing.

"You mean he has never told you?" I shook my head and she went on. "Well, he does some pro bono electrical work for the nuns in a convent across the city! At least that's what he calls it. If you ask him, he will tell you that those nuns have some of the most demanding internal wiring of any group he has ever seen! He estimates that he will never finish that wiring job!"

Both of us roared with laughter.

"Olivia, I have another question for you. We are about the same age, but your tits stand out so much more than mine do. How do you manage that?"

"To be frank, I'm not really knowledgeable about how that is done. I do know this. At the urging of the Organization, I go to a doctor every quarter. That doctor is recommended by the Organization and she injects my tits with some kind of fluid. I don't know what it is, but it smells, to me, a little like motor oil! Once I get these shots of motor oil, my tits never show the slightest tendency to sag. That's all I can tell you. Look, Mary. If you join Kayla and me at La Minette, you are going to become a sex creature of the Organization's making. And they will use you as they see fit. The pleasure is tremendous, however!" 

All of this talk about sex had brought my arousal to a boil. I could feel my girly cock stiffening as we talked. Suddenly, I had a very lewd idea.

"Mary, get on your knees!" 

She stared at me in surprise! Then, ever so slowly, she began complying with my order. She even anticipated my intent by kneeling before me with her ass pointing directly at me. I reached down and threw her skirt completely above her hips so that her panty-clad ass was visible. I let her stay in this subservient opposition for several minutes while I scanned over her ass. It was a nice looking ass -round and full, with not a hint of a blemish on it anywhere. When I was satisfied at looking at her, I commanded her to take off her panties. This command she obeyed much more rapidly than the one to kneel. Without rising, she reached back and slid her panties off her buttocks, down her legs and onto the floor. Although she didn't have a great amount of trouble, I, nevertheless, immediately saw the advantage of the crotch-less panty hose. The sensation that accompanied kneeling before me with he naked ass exposed was arousing her sexual responses, too. I heard her breath increase in its' rapidity and her hands – after removing her panties – did not stray from her buttocks. In fact, they began a caressing movement that somehow had the effect of pulling those beautiful mounds further and further apart. She knew that the puckered hole in the valley between those mounds was my target and she was signifying that she wanted it there, too!

I got onto my knees behind her and, by leaning forward, brought my enlarged girly cock in line with her hole. I kept my cock aligned with her hole with one of my hands while I steadily pulled her backwards towards me. When my girly cock encountered her hole, both of us let out a huge sigh of enjoyment. She may not have known what I was using to penetrate her nether regions, but she definitely knew that she wanted it in her! I was just as excited as she was so I could not hesitate any longer. I began exerting a steady pressure on her butt hole and was extremely elated when I saw that hole begin a reluctant enlargement in order to prepare for my penetration. By now, she was almost gasping for air. Her head was on the floor and her belly was heaving with the inner excitement she was feeling. I was just as tight as she was. My gut muscles had stiffened when my cock first touched her ass hole and, if possible, they got even stiffer as I began my entry. 




Olivia Ch. 06a



As my cock inched slowly into her ass, I held her hole open with my thumbs. The suspense was almost unbearable. I wanted so much to drive my cock into her and listen to her screams and squeals as I did so. Still, I knew that the slow, almost tentative entry would drive her arousal to hitherto untold heights. Finally, with a slight nudge, my cock was completely buried in her ass. As my pubic mound touched her ass, a lightening strike ripped into me. The same must have happened to Mary for she did scream and collapsed completely upon the floor. However, my cock remained embedded in her ass.

"Ever been fucked by a girl's cock before?"

"No!"

"What is it doing to you?"

"You are tearing my guts apart! Please! Don't just let it stay in me!"

"What is it that you want?"

"For God's sake, Olivia, FUCK ME!"

So, I watched as my cock slid in and out of her ass. I knew that ejaculation was out of the question, but I was staggered by the intense feelings that were ripping through my entire nervous system. I had completely forgotten about the state of my victim so, it was a great surprise when she resumed her screaming! Obviously, she was coming, too.

Mary collapsed upon the floor and I fell at the same time so that my cock never left her ass hole. We lay there for many minutes before we both began showing signs of a recovery. I pulled my cock out of her ass and got up. I was hugely surprised that my cock had not shown any sign of softening. Mary rolled over onto her back and lay there looking up and smiling at me. I saw her eyes travel down along my body to where they fastened upon my still erect girly cock.

She shifted her gaze back up to my eyes, lifted and opened her legs and in a low voice told me, "Again, Olivia! Fuck me again!"

I knew then that she was one of us.

I leaned down until my cock was almost touching her cunt lips and I said to her, 

"Use your fingers to put my cock into your cunt!"

I was startled by the gentle feel of her fingers on my cock and my breath was suddenly sucked in as she began a caressing movement along my cock. I lowered myself upon her body as she guided my cock into her cunt. Another bolt of sensual lightening blasted through my system as I felt my cock slide into her. She wrapped her legs about my waist and pulled me tighter and tighter to her. I could tell from the dazed look in her eyes that she, too, was feeling a remarkably strong reaction to being fucked by another girl. 

Mary looked up at me, smiled and then let out a huge scream. She had come a second time! Her excitement drove me to my second orgasm and it was terrific! When my vision cleared again, I was startled to find that Mary had fainted! Slowly, I rolled off her body and we both lay there recovering from our first girly fuck.  



Olivia Ch. 07



The evening began with a timid sort of knocking at my apartment door. When I opened the door, there stood Mary.

"Am I early?"

"No come in. Kayla told me in the office that she wanted to do some shopping before coming here and, even though she left a little before quitting time, I suspect she will be a little later in getting here."

I waved Mary into one of my chairs and resumed the conversation, 

"I have spoken to both Kayla and Yvette and it is all set up for you to join the horny harlots next Friday night. You will have to settle with Bill on your own, but, since you are seeing him on two other nights, I don't think that will be any trouble. You realize, don't you, that, at this point, you are under no obligation to go through with this. If you decide not to join us, all you have to do is just not show up. However, there will be a point beyond which you will be considered as a member of the Organization and quitting then is not recommended."

"I have been talking this over with Bill and I think I am sufficiently informed to make a reasonable adult decision. And, as you know, I'm as horny as hell!"

This brought out laughter from both of us and while we were laughing, Kayla buzzed me from the front door. 

"For Christ's sake Olivia, let me in! I need a drink in the worst possible way!"

I clicked the door and in just a very few seconds, Kayla was pounding on my door.

"Alright, Kayla what has happened?"

"First, I do need that drink."

Having been in my place several times before, Kayla knew exactly where I kept my liquor so she proceeded to what served as my bar, mixed herself a drink and quickly downed the entire thing. While I looked on in amazement, she quickly made a second drink and just as quickly drank about half of that.

"Whooee! Olivia, I damned near killed that old bitch at La Femelle Erotik!"

"Why? What happened?"

"Oh, hello, Mary. Everything was going just great. I found the exact type of bra that I was looking for and as you know, she exacted her, 'special payment' from me. You know that sort of thing doesn't bother me one bit, but then, just as I was leaving, she called me a cunt! Well, to be a little more exact, she said, and I quote, 'You are cunt'! I guess it was the way in which she said it that made me so angry. I stormed out of the store and tore over here. Damned near had an accident, too."

I recalled that the old woman had used the exact same words with me, but I didn't say anything. Instead, I told Kayla to sit down and let the drinks relax her. Mary helped out by asking Kayla a question.

"Kayla, I am an anthropologist and have studied a number of native civilizations. Kayla isn't your given name, is it? I mean, that isn't the name on your birth certificate, is it? If I am not mistaken, Kayla is taken from an American Indian word."

Kayla looked as though she had been hit in the face with a blivet. All of the fury went out of her face and she sank deeper into the chair. There was a long silence and I knew that, for some reason, she was thinking hard as to how she would answer that question. Finally, she said, 

"My name is Jill!"

Both Mary and I sat very still as we awaited Kayla's explanation for we both felt that some kind of explanation was due us. Kayla took a deep breath and began speaking,

"Mary, you are right. Kayla is part of a much longer Indian term. I won't bother you with trying to pronounce it. And, to be perfectly frank with you, the long term translates- roughly -- to, 'Woman with hungry pussy!' My mother and I heard this shouted at us every time we happened to visit the reservation. All the little kids would run ahead of us yelling this word as though they were the town criers."

"Thank you, Kayla, but would you please say the term for me? I am conversant with a great many native dialects and I may know the term."

Once more, Kayla hesitated and then she spit out a long Indian term. I couldn't make heads or tails of what she was saying so I just left the floor to the two of them. Both of them were quiet for a very long time. Mary was obviously wondering if she should take this discussion any further and I guessed that Kayla was wondering just what Mary would do. Then, at last, Mary spoke.

'Kayla, I don't mean to embarrass you in any way, but I think your translation is a little off. I think what that term really means is, 'Creature with open cunt!' Isn't that a little more accurate?"

I could see Kayla's spirit wilt and she began to study the design on the short skirt she was wearing. She must have reached a decision for her head came upright and she stared at both of us in a very challenging manner. When she spoke, however, her voice was soft and it carried no trace of anger.

"Mary, you are correct, again. Mom and I made a habit of going to the reservation at least every two weeks. It had become such a routine that the tribe had even set aside one of their houses for us to use. We would enter the house, take off our clothes and greet the line of braves waiting to fuck us. As a rule, we would spend two or three days with them before returning to the ranch!"

Once more, silence reigned for several minutes. Then, Mary took up the conversation.

"Kayla, I don't think that you should be angry with the old woman who said that you are cunt for she was only vocalizing your status in life! Because, you are cunt! As are Olivia and me!"

I wasn't at all certain how Kayla would take this announcement and, as for myself, I was a little astounded at being classified in such an obscene manner. Mary began her explanation with an example.

"Kayla, assume that you have a 100-gallon vat. And, assume that you pour five gallons of motor oil into that vat. Then you begin filling the vat with water. As you add more water, the percentage of motor oil continues to drop until you reach a point where 95% of the vat is filled with water and 5% is motor oil. Then, you take a small ladle -- like your mother probably used in her kitchen -- and you begin taking ladles-full of the mixture out of the vat and putting them into separate bottles. At first, your samples will consist mostly of water with just a trace of motor oil! However, it is always possible that one sample will consist of an inordinate amount of oil. While the probability of this happening is very, very slight, such a sample is not impossible. If you consider the whole human race, then we represent that weird sample that is mostly all oil! Personally, I hoped that Kayla was getting all this for I for one was really confused. My obvious state of confusion did not bother Mary at all and she went right on.

"Think, Kayla, what differentiates us from the animals. After all, even the greatest of prudes - like your Ava - will admit that in some way we are descended from the apes. The fundamental differences that we have when compared to the animals is our reasoning power -- the ability to rationalize thought -- and the fact that our females do not have a, 'season'. In other words, human females are in heat -- albeit on a slow boil -- all of the time. That's why we have our babies throughout the entire year. But, what cannot be overlooked is that somewhere in our make-up there is a thread of animal lust. Now, consider the vat I described. The water is society and the oil is our animal leanings. As you can now see, most of the humans we encounter have very little of their animalistic tendencies left in their characters. But, for a few -- a very slight few -- of humans, that animalistic tendency is strong. You and Olivia and I are of this latter group. I must stress that there are not very many of our kind in the whole world and for the Organization to come up with three of us is truly remarkable. The odds against that are higher than winning the lottery ten times in a row!"

Mary paused again while Kayla and I tried to digest what she had said. Then, Mary began her seminar on human sexuality again.

"I know that what I've tried to explain to both of you is probably making you hate me, but suppose I give you a personal example that will illustrate the other side of the coin, as it where. I had completed my Master's Degree in anthropology and I received a grant to study primitive societies. I had heard -- from some of my associates -- of a colony of extraordinary apes and I was intrigued by what I had been told. So, with my grant in hand, I went to Africa. To be more exact, I went to a very small village deep in the Congo region of Africa. The apes I was intent upon studying are known as the Bonobos and they are reputed to very similar to humans in many of their ways. Now, here is a little background. The Bonobo apes live in a matriarchal colony because the males spend a lot of their time roaming over the countryside. The Bonobo females are like human females in that they are always in heat or, to state it a little differently, they are always willing to have sex - with males when they are available and with other females when the males are not present. To be even more explicit, they are the lesbians of the ape world. Both males and females indulge in oral sexual practices and the males often have jousts in which they use their cocks as their lances. The females utilize oral sex as their form of greeting a stranger or a visitor. They also go in for a lot of physical rubbings both with their hands and with specific portions of their anatomy. I had all of this information before I located my first Bonobo colony, but I was ill-prepared for what I found in the village. Then, Mary began her story,

The rickety jitney bus dropped me off in a small village some miles from the village in which I intended to establish my working base. I soon learned that the only transport to my goal was my own two feet. I hired a young boy to help me with my luggage and equipment and, together, we started out on a rudimentary jungle trail. It was further than I had bargained for, but I was young and extremely eager so the two of us plowed headlong into the jungle. I was doing okay until the boy suddenly stopped, dropped my luggage and turned to beat a retreat! 

"Hey", I yelled. "You can't leave me here!"

His answer was short and to the point. "I no go ape village. It about a mile that way."

"And he left me standing there in the midst of the jungle with only a very brief idea of where I was headed. I managed to gather up most of my belongings and headed off in the direction in which the boy had pointed. He was right. After trudging for about a mile, I came upon a very small collection of houses -- more like huts - that, I assumed, constituted the village I was seeking. As I stood there in the African sun, two rather elderly people -- a man and a woman --both as black as a lump of coal - came forward to meet me. Imagine the shock I received when I saw that they were both totally naked! Each of them -- without speaking - picked up a piece of my luggage and the three of us walked over to what I learned later was their house. By this time, it was nearly dusk so, after dropping my things in what passed for their guest room, we sat down to eat. Surprisingly, the food was delicious. I was tired after my long journey so I retired to the space that they had indicated as being mine. I got undressed and donned my short nighty. It was then that I realized that the man had followed along behind me. 

I was reaching down to pick up my backpack when the old man's hand suddenly landed upon my more or less exposed buttocks. I turned to face him so as to protest such an invasion of privacy, but, before I could say anything, his hand had shifted from my buttocks to the valley between my legs. His movements weren't radical. In fact, they were slow and deliberate. I stood there transfixed as his hand traveled repeatedly from my mound to my puckered hole. I gasped, but I was seemingly unable to move and my sex fire began blazing. He made no attempt to enter me. He just repeatedly stroked my cunt area. I was not aware of what else he was doing until I felt the low bed I was to occupy. It hit me right behind my knees! I went down almost immediately and I lay there wondering what was yet in store for me. The hand upon my cunt had never left me, but his free hand reached out and flipped my short nighty up over my waist! The old woman appeared alongside me almost immediately and, before I could yell, move or resist her, she quickly threw her leg over my body and pressed her body down upon my body!

I wondered to myself, 'My God! What is she going to do?' when her tongue, the longest I had ever experienced slowly and deliberately pushed its' way up into my cunt! In seconds, I was panting and gasping for air! Her cunt was scant millimeters from my face and, before I was really aware of what I was doing, my own tongue began stabbing into her cunt! All I knew, at that moment was that I was under a rapacious old lesbian. Then came the surprise of surprises. Naturally, my eyes were trained upon the area encompassing her ass hole so imagine my astonishment when I saw the old man's cock slide past my nose, mouth and eyes and begin its' penetration of her ass! I had never actually witnessed sex from such a close position nor had I ever watched as a cock actually slid into a female's body. It was amazing! I could not move my eyes from the sight that was being presented to me. I watched as his cock slid all the way into her ass! His balls were scant millimeters from my nose. The old man waited for a few minutes and then he slid his cock out of her ass. Once more, he hesitated before sliding that cock ever so gracefully into her guts. He didn't thrust or pound his cock into her. Rather, he slid it in with one snake-like slithering motion. I suddenly became aware that the old woman was matching him with her tongue thrusts into my cunt. It was like being caught between two fucking machines that were perfectly matched in speed and tempo. I was so intent upon watching the sex that was being presented to me that I didn't sense the onset of my orgasm. It was like a hidden bomb exploding and it nearly threw me off that little bed. The room went dark and I was not able to see anything more until the morning. 

The next morning I was again surprised for actually nothing was said about the performances of the night before. I was somewhat embarrassed to re-discover that neither one of them was wearing clothing. I fiddled around for most of the morning and, after some meaningful looks in my direction, I went into my room and disrobed. Later, as I strolled about the village, I saw immediately that being without clothing was the way of life here. Not one person halted or stopped what they were doing to look at me even though there was the distinct difference in skin color. I was just another naked female! The old man and the old woman went about their usual routine as though nothing had happened, but it was different that night just after dinner. The old man did not have a gown to interfere with his access to the old woman's sex openings. So, instead of rubbing my cunt and ass, the old man began rubbing the old woman's genitals. Just as he had done with me, he maneuvered her to the edge of the cot and then pushed her down upon it. She reached out and took a firm hold on my left thigh. 

Her movements were clear. She wanted me on top of her. I didn't know it at the time, but being on top was the privileged position -- reserved for guests and other honored visitors. My own arousal was reaching its' peak so I didn't hesitate. Soon, my tongue was buried in her cunt and hers was lapping at my sweet spot. If I had stopped to think, I should have known what was about to happen from what I had witnessed the night before, but, I was too intent on sucking that old woman's juices when abruptly I was attacked from the rear! The old man was slowly but determinedly sliding his cock into my ass! I had experienced ass-fucking only once and it had hurt me terrifically. I don't know what made this time any different, but that old man's cock slid into me without any hindrance or pain. I knew when he was fully extended inside of my ass when his pubic hair touched my buttocks. Once more, their machine-like coordination drove me to heights I had never scaled before. My belly muscles clenched and my thighs felt as tight as a drum's head. My entire body was quivering with the expectation of the oncoming orgasm. I had always thought that no one could come from being fucked in the ass. I was wrong! The next morning, I asked the old woman where they had learned to fuck in this fashion. Her answer startled me!

"Ape teach!"

That evening, the routine underwent what from my prospective was a massive alteration. As we neared dinner time, the old woman took my arm and led me over to the house next door. There, I was welcomed by another couple and the events of the preceding night were repeated, but with this different couple. I spent two nights with this couple -- once on the bottom and once on the top - and, just as before, in the morning, they handed me off to another twosome. This procedure continued until I had, 'visited' with each and every male in the village! In this way, every tribal male got his piece of white ass.

Weeks went by and I had not yet even seen my first ape! I was beginning to think that this whole thing was a very rotten idea. Then, one evening, when I awoke from my midday nap, I sensed immediately that the house and the village were much too quiet. By this time, I had become accustomed to going about stark naked so I did not have to waste time dressing. I ran to the front door and looked out upon the village square. It was difficult for me to grasp what I was seeing. There, in the very center of the village, stood every female of the village. They were formed into a huge circle -- all twenty-six of them -- facing outwards with their hands in front of them in what was obviously a pleading gesture of some kind. In the center of their circle, a huge pile of wood had been assembled. They stood stock still. Abruptly, from the corner of my eye, I detected movement so I swung my head around to see what was happening. A woman was entering the village square. She walked with a proud bearing and a smile was obvious on her face. The thing that really gave me a knockout was the fact that she was dressed as a nun! I couldn't take my eyes off this magnificent creature as she strode into the village. She saw me and waved and, I, like an idiot, waved back. She turned and entered one of the houses and I noticed, for the first time, that this house had a cross mounted upon its roof! I expected that this nun was about to sternly reprimand these blatant sinners so you can imagine my surprise when she re-emerged from the house and she, too, was stark naked! She went straight up to the circle and a space was made for her so that she could take a place in the circle. I was dumbstruck! By this time it was completely dark. Somewhere, the sound of a huge drum began and the huge fire in the center of the circle was lighted. 

Suddenly, the jungle seemed to erupt with apes. They came from all directions and they converged upon the waiting females. The circle of towns' women splintered and the women and the apes merged into one seething group of active sexual participants. I saw the nun go down under three apes and then she was lost from my sight. I was riveted to the spot upon which I was standing. I couldn't believe what my eyes were telling me. In a very short time period, the center of the village was covered with writhing bodies -- all engaged in various sex acts! It was impossible to separate the brown-skinned natives from the hair-covered apes. There were screams and growls and some kind of soft moaning. I was so engrossed in what I was witnessing, I didn't notice the three apes who were approaching me. Suddenly, they confronted me!

Mary's voice had become a soft, low monotone.




Olivia Ch. 07



"The one in the middle was somewhat larger than the other two and she appeared to be the leader................."

I was hearing Mary's voice, but I was no longer conscious of what she was saying. In a flash, I was transported to a different time and place. I was astonished for I was standing in the dirt of a native village. I was naked! I was looking at a village where the inhabitants had gone sex mad! Or so it seemed to me! The entire village square was covered with writhing, fucking bodies! There was a loud cacophony of yells and screams and even some moans. I could only gape at this spectacle in stunned surprise. Some of the sounds seemed to strike a familiar note in my brain. Then three animals separated themselves from the mass of entwined bodies and started straight for me! They stopped just inches in front of me!

Three sets of eyes were directed upon my face and I, in turn, stared directly into the eyes of the leader. As my first shock began to wear off, I sensed something about this particular ape. I was sensing her brain messages and she was challenging me! Her look and her body language told me in no uncertain manner that she wanted and expected me to submit myself to them! I had never experienced this kind of demand and it left me dumbfounded as to what I should do. Fight, run, or surrender. The longer the two of us stared at one another, the stronger her demand for my capitulation became. 

"TEDAC! TEDAC! TEDAC! Surrender! Submit yourself to the colony! You are one with us!" 

She had, in some strange way, communicated my secret name to me and I was powerless to deny her. She had apparently reached the decision that I was willing to submit to her for she started forward towards me. I was aghast, but I was still unable to move away from her. My mind would not allow me to refuse her. My breath came in hurried gasps and, for some reason, I was frightened. She stopped directly in front of me and, with one swift motion, she reached out her hand and slid a finger into my cunt! She moved her finger within my cunt as if she were scraping the walls of my cunt. Then, she slid her finger out of my cunt and offered it to me. Like an automaton, I extended my tongue and began licking that wet, slimy finger. It was the first time I had ever tasted my own juices. I liked what I tasted! She removed her finger from my mouth and, once again, slowly inserted it into me! This exchange was repeated four more times and, without any appreciable warning, an orgasm struck me like a lightening bolt! Not only did I orgasm, but I slumped forward into the arms of those three apes!

I felt fingers delving into my rear hole and the tongue of the leader lashing at my female opening. How many orgasms I experienced while in the grasps of these three rapists, I do not know, but, when I regained my senses, I was still laying in the dirt with my legs spread widely apart staring up at a huge male. In a flash, he dropped upon my body and slithered his male thing into my female opening. The orgasm that his male thing raised within my body resulted in stars in my head and animal growls from my throat! Then, as he rose after finishing with my body, he stared straight into my eyes and mentally communicated, 

"Now, you one with us!" 

I knew that I had become one of the apes forever! The huge male picked me up and drug me back into the wild sex melee that was ongoing around the village center. Then the world collapsed about me and the scene shifted dramatically! Suddenly, I was once more in my own apartment -- listening to Mary relate her experiences and sitting in my own chair with my own fingers deep within my female opening. That realization shocked me! Why should I think of my cunt as, 'my female opening'! What has happened to me? I looked across at Kayla and I could see that her fingers were active in her cunt, her head was thrown back and her eyes were staring at nothing. As I watched, she gave a mighty yell and I knew that she, too, had just exploded! 

"..................It was a bright sunlit day when I once again regained control of my senses. I was lying in the dirt somewhere near where the women's circle had formed. As I rolled over and looked about me, everywhere I looked, I could see nothing but naked bodies. When I moved, I realized how sore I was and in how many places I ached. My ass, in particular, felt as though it had been violated by an Army!

"When you finally get back to something resembling normality, go down to the river and clean yourself! Once you have done that, come by my place and we'll have some breakfast --actually, it should be lunch -- oh, well, we shall eat something."

I looked up and I was looking into the eyes of another white woman! This had to be the nun. As she strode away, I rose, went to the creek that passed for their river, and bathed. By the time I stood before the house with the cross upon its' roof, I had recovered sufficiently so that I presented something almost human. I didn't hesitate. I entered the house of the nun and looked around for her. To me, her appearance was even stranger than what she had projected the day before. There was a golden cross hanging from a gold chain around her neck and a set of Rosary beads suspended about her waist. The loose end of this length of beads pointed directly towards her obvious sexual slit. Other than these two articles, she, like me, was totally naked! She saw the sudden flash of astonishment in my eyes and quickly spoke.

"Honey, if you are going to be here for any length of time, you must get used to seeing people without any clothes. It is the way of life here. Now then, what brings you to this extremely out-of-the-way village?"

"I am an anthropologist and I have a grant to study the life style of the Bonobo apes. Someone at the university suggested this village as the perfect place to accomplish my study, so here I am."

"I'll have to admit that you couldn't have found a more perfect place, but, do you have the guts for this?" I could only look at her in a questioning way. "Look, honey. The church has sent representative after representative to this god-forsaken place and most of them have left with their brains in some kind of disarray. I am the latest of ten nuns who have bent sent here. Three of us have stayed for various periods of time and the other seven have run for the hills!"

There was a long silence while I frantically sought something to say in answer to her challenge. Then, something that I had wondered about came to my mind and I spoke.

"What was all that stuff that happened yesterday? It appeared to be nothing more than one huge orgy. Was there some reason behind all of that lewd action?" 

Her laughter exploded.

"Honey, the reason was you! That was your induction ceremony!" I could only gape at her in disbelief. "These people are very friendly, but, by the nature of their everyday life, they are also extremely reclusive. If a person is not accepted by them, that person is soon shunned and ostracized! Evidently, you have been accepted by the villagers and, now, by the colony of apes. You are simultaneously a member of the village and a member of the ape colony!" I gasped in surprise. "You shouldn't be surprised. Oh, no, you should be grateful for you could not have studied even the foliage around here unless you were accepted into those two groups"

She paused and was obviously thinking over what she wanted to say next.

"Look, if you are really serous about studying these people, pay close attention to the apes! I don't think that you have yet realized just what sort of situation you have landed yourself in." Again, she paused. "How shall I explain it to you? Look, for the short time you have been here, you have not seen a man or a woman. Wait!" She held up her hand to interrupt my interruption. "Hear me out! These people do not know the concept of, 'man' or, 'woman' in fact, they don't even have words for these kinds of people. All they have are, 'male thing' and 'female opening'! Oh, they have their own words, but their meanings are the same. And, why is this? It is because the apes have no distinction between male and female. And, as the apes are totally without what we civilized animals call, 'inhibitions' so are these people. Think back over how you have been treated since arriving here."

I did and it suddenly hit me that the actions of all the villagers in shifting me from couple to couple meant that there was no sense of propriety and I had noticed that the villagers would often give in to their sexual urges whenever and wherever they happened to strike them. Somehow, in just this short time, I had become accustomed to watch villagers fucking in the center of the village or in the brush surrounding the cleared village center. The nun continued. 

"We are not the least bit knowledgeable about what has taken place here. Some o f the learned men in The Vatican have suggested that these villagers are just one step removed from the animals. You probably think that what you witnessed and participated in yesterday was a Roman-style orgy. To these people, it was not! They wouldn't know an orgy if it hit them in the face. They don't even have a word to describe an orgy! Yesterday was their equivalent of a sorority initiation and you were the star attraction. I will repeat myself. You and all of your highbrow, university types can readily accept that the colony of apes does not evince any concept of inhibitions because, after all, they are merely animals, but they seem to find it exceedingly difficult to grasp the idea that a group of human-like people could also be living without that concept. It is generally accepted that the apes came first, but what happened next is open for discussion.

And, sex plays a huge part in their daily lives -- ape and man alike. The ape females are not bothered by considerations, 'of coming into heat' and the village females seem to have inherited that trait. This is what gives them the idea that there are just two kinds of -what? Animals and/or not animals? In their world, you are either, 'male thing' or 'female opening' and, after yesterday's festivities, you are in the female opening classification! Don't feel that you have been slighted. I am in that classification myself and I find it amazingly easy to live in that category. I discovered my own sexuality after being exiled into this unholy hell and, I can assure you, it was not easy. My inhibitions were, as you might think, deeply set in my character. To suddenly be asked to let go of them, for me, was a huge undertaking. I'm still not absolutely sure that I have lost them all, but I love living with these people and their ape-cousins! 

I can't preach to you any more today. I have other villages to visit. I must routinely show the cross to all of these heathens. Don't feel abandoned. We will have plenty of opportunity to discuss these people and the apes in the days, weeks and months to come!"

"Now, Kayla, do you get the point of my rather lengthy tirade? The females in that village, have, 'female openings' and we are each of their number! The old lady in the shop was not disrespecting you. On the contrary, she was telling you just where you fit in this crazy world of ours."

Silence reigned amongst the three of us when Mary signaled that she had finished. We all had several more drinks while we digested and considered what Mary had told us. I don't know how either Kayla or Mary felt about their new-found status, but I, for one, had a very self satisfied feeling deep within my belly. I knew that I had been accepted! 

The ever inquisitive Kayla just had to ask,

"Did you ever finish your project?"

Mary laughed and said, "Yes, I did. I lived in that village for seven years and I wrote my dissertation while I was there. Believe me it was not easy with the constant sexual attractions I was subjected to, but I did finish it. Then, a strange thing happened. Or, rather, several strange things occurred. Somehow, the Catholics in Rome got wind of what I had written -- including my description of a certain nun-representative of the church -- and that led to an awful lot of unpleasant wrangling. Finally, an agreement was reached in which I was allowed to publish a stringently expurgated version of my dissertation and the Vatican got all of the copies of the first, original version. Whatever happened to those copies -- well, I have never been told.



Olivia Ch. 08



Kayla looked terrible. Her eyes were red and puffy and her usual make-up was totally lacking.

"My God! Kayla what has happened to you?"

"Olivia, I have had one helluva night. I even considered calling you last night, but I thought I would wait until this morning."

"Wait for what?'

"Olivia I know that this will sound really strange, but did anything weird happen to you during that session with Mary yesterday?"

I knew instantly just what she was referring to but I was determined to make her spell out what she thought had happened to her.

"Like what?"

"Like did you suddenly find yourself in that God awful native village?"

I waited for some time before answering her question. Then I said, 

"Yes, Kayla something that I can't explain definitely happened to me. I don't understand it, but I thought I would wait and ask Mary about it tonight. You know that she wants to go to La Minette with us tonight, don't you?"

"Sure, but I just couldn't hold it in any longer."

"Hold what in?"

Kayla's expression changed from one of apprehension to one of fright and she waited for quite some time before attempting to answer my question.

"Olivia, I was deathly afraid that my sex addiction was returning!"

"Your what?"

"Look, I'll have to go back to my childhood for you to fully grasp what I am talking about. Didn't I tell you about going to see the Indians? After I passed puberty? I think I did, but I'm not certain."

"Frankly, Kayla, I don't recall you saying anything about that, but you might have and I've forgotten it. What is it about the Indians that would upset you so?"

Again, Kayla paused for a considerable length of time and then she said, "I know that I told you about the family that lived some miles from our place." I nodded for I did recall Kayla telling me that. "Well, what I didn't tell you was that the mother of that family was my mother's sister so she was my Aunt and her children were all my cousins. Since my mother's sister and all of her girls came from the same family stock as I did, they were just as hopped up on sex as I was. 

The Indians -particularly the females in the tribes - were just as sharp as that old woman at La Femelle Erotik. They knew from as far back as I can remember that the females in my family were somehow, 'different' than the usual run of females. As a result, they and the braves all treated us in a special way. Having sex with us was considered akin to having sex with the spirits! So, every four months or so, mom, me and the four other females would all make the trip to where the tribe had established their camp. They would always provide us with a special place of our own and we would live there for two weeks. During those two weeks, we would fuck every brave in the tribe and a number of others from adjacent tribes! The result, insofar as I was concerned, was that I became a sex junkie! A sex addict! I had reached a point where I not only wanted sex daily, but I had to have it! During the winter with my dad and my brothers around, it wasn't too bad, but during the summer, when they were all out working, I went through hell. It got so bad that mom had to use her dildo on me practically every day. She even sent away for one of those dildo harnesses so she could fuck me just like a man would. We knew that this couldn't last and that something had to be done about my condition. We tried all kinds of things. Some were pretty drastic and painful. Finally, we came to the conclusion that the only thing for me to do was to go through a period of rehabilitation and we concluded that I would only stand a chance of success if I got away from the ranch. So, I came here to the city and began looking for a job. It was then that I landed the job with you and Ava and, luckily, Bill. He jumped my body almost as soon as I arrived. I was fucking him almost every day and I gradually weaned myself down to once a day, either human or dildo. So, you see, I am deathly afraid that something like last night would destroy everything I have tried to accomplish and put me back on that frenzied trail again. The fact that you admit to experiencing something like what I think I did, eases my mind somewhat and, I'm hoping that I will get my feet back on the ground after talking with Mary."

"Well, I told her that I would pick her up after work and we would go to La Minette together. Why don't you go home with me and we can all go together?"

So it was that Kayla, Mary and I all arrived at La Minette together. Yvette, as was her usual custom met us at the door.

"What's this? Have you brought us a new hostess?"

"Yes", I answered. "Yvette, this is Mary and she wants to try the waters of La Minette, as it were. Both Kayla and I recommend her to you. We both think that she will fit in with all that you ask of us. There is just one thing tonight, however. We would like to have a few minutes to ourselves before any of the, 'good stuff' begins."

Yvette laughed and said, "But, of course. Your special table is waiting for you. Drinks?"

We all ordered a drink and the three of us went to our very own table. Mary had obviously sensed that something was in the wind for she was continuously looking at both of us. Once we were seated, I, by agreement with Kayla began the discussion.

"Mary, both Kayla and I want to know what it was that you did to us last night. There are certain aspects of that ...er...meeting that, frankly, leave us both very unsettled. We would appreciate some sort of an explanation."

For just an instant, Mary looked frightened and then she began to chuckle.

"Look, both of you, I didn't do anything to either of you last night." As we started to object, she held up her hand and said, "Please, let me explain. I'll take you back to the village one more time. I mentioned that Sister Geraldine – that was the name of the nun – well, we became fast friends. In fact, we lived together and did other very unsavory things together as well. It was she who told me most of what I learned about the village, the natives and, of course, the apes -but, we've been through most of that. She introduced me to another person and it was what that person taught me that I used on you last night. Don't get all hot and bothered. I didn't put either of you under some kind of spell, I just used your inbred proclivity for sexual matters to do the work for me. The person I am talking about was a very ancient female and she lived, by herself, deep in the jungle. Geraldine and I took to visiting her on a rather regular basis because each and every visit was an exciting adventure! Here is what she told us and demonstrated for us:

There are two sex centers in the human body and I'm not referring to the two holes in your lower regions. Of these two centers, the brain is by far the strongest sexual organ you possess! If you ever really consider just how you are aroused sexually, you will realize that it is through your brain that the process begins. And, this process consists of two actions. The first is what we all feel in our gut when we realize that some kind of sexual feat is possible. This we call, 'anticipation'. Then, there is the formulation of the mental picture of what might happen to us. This is the imagination piece of the action. To show you how this works, I'll let you in on what I did to the two of you last night. It was exactly what that old crone did for or to me in that jungle home of hers.

All I did last night was to provide you both with the frame and you painted the picture. It goes something like this: I began by telling you about the apes with a particular emphasis upon their human-like sexual practices. Your minds began working on this right away. Dirty, nasty thoughts came to both of you even though they were unbidden. I followed up with rather explicit descriptions of my sexual relations with the natives and certain references to the apes. I knew that you were both actively considering – in your minds – the possibility of fucking the apes. How did I know? I watched you both and it was at this point in my story that you both began massaging your tits. A few more remarks about the sexual freedom exhibited by the natives and my part in all of this, and you both were now stroking your cunts. I knew then that your anticipation had given way to your imagination and I just got out of the way and let your individual imagination run wild. Except for continuing to talk softly to you, all the rest of what happened was due to your own imagination - and your fingers, of course.

This is exactly what the old jungle witch used to do to Geraldine and me. She would set the stage and then allow us to play out our most heinous desires and fantasies. My favorite was an episode involving an elephant! Now, everyone knows that it is physically impossible for a human female to have sex with a full-grown elephant, but, in that jungle hut with that old woman, I fucked some of the biggest elephants you have ever seen. She planted the idea of doing this in my brain just as I planted the idea of sex with the apes in your brains last night. All that was left to be done was to allow your innate desire – and your super-sized sexuality – to take over. If there were any undue actions that pushed you into whatever it was you did – whether or not you actually enjoyed the results of those actions - you might want to consider that you were slightly under the effects of a degree of self-hypnosis!

There is one aspect to this that not even I can explain. I'll use my experience with the elephants to demonstrate what I mean. Fucking an elephant was my favorite fantasy so, on every visit, the old woman would lead me into that, but, the strangest thing about this was what I discovered after I returned to the village. The day after visiting the old woman, my cunt lips would be badly bruised. As though some massive object had been forced through them and into my cunt! At the same time, my guts would feel as if they had all been rearranged! All I can say is that the power of the mind is a strange thing indeed!"

This explanation of how we, Kayla and I, had pushed ourselves into a sex escapade with jungle animals left us both with nothing to say. Fortunately, our waiter arrived with both our dinners and our second round of drinks. My thoughts turned at once to what the night might offer me and I realized at once the factual basis for what Mary had said. My brain was already setting the stage for a night of unknown and unplanned sex with an unknown partner. I could sense the anticipation building in the various reaches of my belly. I almost jumped out of my chair when an unexpected voice spoke to me from a position right at my shoulder.

"Care to dance?"

I turned to look at my first partner of the evening and nearly choked with my surprise. It was old Miss Jensen! I was so astonished that I couldn't bring myself to speak. All I could do was to rise and extend my arms. That old lady's hands went straight inside of my open blouse and took a hold upon my tits! I, in turn, placed my hands upon her tits and we began the La Minette tango! She moved so close to me that there was hardly room for our hands between our bodies. Then she whispered to me, 

"I am going to give you the fucking of your life!"

I responded with the standard greeting.

"What is it that you want? My mouth? My cunt? Or my ass?'

Her response threw me for a loop.

"Baby, I want everything you've got! I know that you are an animal creature so I want it all! We are, each in our way, freaks so we shall fuck as freaks fuck!"

I nearly laughed for my mind was immediately filled with all kinds of pictures of what this old woman might do to me. The anticipation in my belly grew stronger and stronger – so much so that I was not certain as to just who led who off the dance floor and into the corridor of ready cribs. Old lady Jensen was her usual bossy self.

"Strip, bitch!"

By now, I was as eager for her as yet unknown treatment as she was to have at me. In seconds, both of us were stark naked! I gave this old woman the once over and gasped when I saw the size of her girly cock!

"Ain't it a beaut? Bet it's the biggest, ugliest girly cock you have ever seen. I am a true hermaphrodite! I've got both a cock and a cunt! Tonight, we shall concentrate upon using my cock! Now, get ready, slut. I'm going to stick this in you in a lot of places. Lay on your side facing me! Open your mouth! You are going to suck my ugly cock like a baby sucks their mother's tit!"

She had been extremely accurate in her description of her cock. It was the ugliest appendage I had ever seen. In some weird way, it was malformed into almost a corkscrew! I had unconsciously obeyed her demand and as I lay there with my mouth open, she moved over close to the cot and, by thrusting her hips forward, she pushed that ugly cock into my mouth! I nearly gagged as much from the sudden thrust deep into my throat as the idea of that awful cock penetrating my mouth! Then, my inbred yearning for sex in all its' aspects took over and I began sucking! A weird thing began to occur. As I sucked on that malformed cock, it began to straighten out and it filled my mouth and throat. I was sucking like a new-born calf at it's mother's teat!

"You sisters of the sex mad animal world think that you have hidden your proclivity for fucking, but, being a freak myself, I can see right through you. I watch you fuck my boy and I know! Oh, yes, I know! Now, you have brought yet another of your kind into our purview! What is your goal? To reform your beastly pack? There were times when such as you roamed the earth in search of sex prey, but now you are few and the humans are many."

As she was saying all this, her right hand found its' way between my legs and she began stroking my crotch from my puckered ass hole all the way to my girly cock! My excitement level was already just about as high as it could go, but this pushed it even higher.

"Aha! So, you lousy slut, you have undertaken to enlarge your girly cock? Oh, for God's sake! Do me the same"

My extended right hand was very close to her crotch so I thrust it in between her scrawny legs and started rubbing her as she was rubbing me. I felt her thumb push into my cunt and she thrust two of her fingers into my ass! I didn't wait for her command. I immediately duplicated the positions of her fingers with fingers from my own hand. Her cunt lips were small and very tight along her cuntal opening. Her cunt was also small and I wondered how she could ever have given birth for just pushing my thumb up inside of her cunt was a little difficult. We were linked in the most grotesque way and both of us were breathing heavily as our need for release grew stronger and stronger.

"SUCK, DAMN YOU! SUCK ME HARDER! I AM COMING! SUCK ME! SUCK ME!"

I felt her cock pulse and convulse as it ejaculated into my mouth and throat. Surprisingly enough, her jism didn't taste like what I had experienced before. It was exceedingly bland.

Once she had recovered, she said, 

"Now get onto your back with your knees all the way up on your chest!"

As soon as I was in the position she had demanded of me, she knelt between my wide-spread thighs and speared me with that awful cock! My arousal had not diminished in any way so, as her cock invaded my cunt, I let out with a huge groan. I felt the initial thrust of her cock deep into my guts! I was startled at this effect for her cock was not as big as some I had known before. Still, it jolted all of my inner organs and it started an immediate onslaught of orgasmic activity. In a very few minutes, I was growling and roaring as the first of several orgasms tore into my nervous system. She had resumed her fingering of my ass so I reached around her narrow hips and once more put my fingers into her openings. This obviously pleased her for she let out a low contented sigh. Vaguely, I heard that old witch laughing at me as I struggled to remain in some kind of human state. It was all in vain. I felt myself slowly sliding into a beastly condition – something that I had never experienced before.

If she came, too, I was completely unaware of it. The next thing that caused me to once more express my immense sense of fulfillment was the feeling of her cock driving into my small puckered hole. Somehow, that terrible replica of a man's cock had seemed to have grown several feet in length! It completely filled my ass cavity and even part of my bowels! All the while, I could hear that old harridan laughing at my frantic flopping about on the end of her cock! I took my revenge by strenuously using my fingers to pummel her openings. It was heaven!

After she had once again ejaculated – her third – she withdrew from my ass and, using a tissue that she produced from somewhere among her clothing, she cleaned herself. 

"Now, bitch! Oh, by the way. You do realize that you are a female animal so that makes you an animal bitch! And, the next time you come to provide your physical services to my son, be prepared to undergo a fucking from me as well! This shall be our routine from this point onward.

I lay there while I tried to regain some form of normality in my mouth, my cunt and my ass. I could still taste her jism and I wanted to be rid of that sensation. To this day, I do not know what that old hag did to me, but I felt as though I had been fucked by an army! And, it was always the same whenever we, 'partied'!

Both Kayla and Mary were sitting at our table when I returned. I hoped I didn't look quite as bad as they. Happily, the waiter appeared at my side with my usual libation and we all sat there – without speaking - seeking some kind of solace in our drinks – for several minutes. Mary was the first to break the silence.

"My God! I never gave it a thought as to what you girls were going through. I feel as if I have been fucked by an entire herd of elephants! Is it always this hectic and rough?"

Both Kayla and I nodded. Then, we looked at each other and our laughter spilled out of us. Kayla spoke for the two of us when she said, 

"Yeah, but ain't it great!"

Mary stared at us for a minute or two before her own humor got the better of her and she joined in with our laughter. 

"It sure as hell is! I thought the natives in that village were totally unbridled in their fucking, but these gals are just as wild as they are. In fact, I think they could run the apes a really good race if they were matched against one another. "

Kayla chimed in and asked, "How was it with old lady Jensen?'

"You will never in your entire life guess at what I have just gone through. That old woman is - by her own words – a true hermaphrodite! She has both a cunt and a cock! And she uses both of them!"

My pronouncement was greeted by stares of extreme disbelief. Kayla brought up what I would have considered to be the uppermost thought in her mind.

"Well, how in hell did she ever give birth to that son of hers?"

"Honey, believe me when I tell you I was much too busy fighting her off to engage in family questions. I am certain – from the size of her cunt – that she must have had a Caesarean delivery. You know how dark it is in those cribs so I couldn't see if she had a big scar or not. Besides, as I said, I was too damn busy. For most of the time, she had her cock in me somewhere and her fingers in the holes that were temporarily unoccupied. But, Kayla, you are absolutely correct. It was great!" 

We were all in good spirits when we left La Minette. My elation was short lived however for, as I entered my building, I was greeted by the manager.

"I have stayed up so that I might catch you when you came in. You got a telegram tonight and I thought it must be important. "

With this, she handed me the usual envelope containing the telegram. I tore it open at once and gasped.

"Olivia! What's wrong?"




Olivia Ch. 08



"My grandmother has died. It was sudden and unexpected. I'll be leaving to fly back for the funeral as soon as I can make the arrangements."

"Didn't she and your mother live together?" 

"Yes, they did. And I have no idea what my mother's plans are."

"Couldn't you bring her out here?"

I looked at her in amazement. That simple question had solved my problem. I hugged her and went upstairs to begin the preparations for my trip.



Olivia Ch. 09



Mom met me at the airport and this was just the first of several surprises I received during my short visit to the old homestead. I knew that mom neither drove nor did she even have a car so, she must have taken a cab to the airport and cab fare was never cheap. I obliquely raised the subject during the ride back to the city.

"Hey mom, you're living the life of luxury, aren't you?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, for one thing, this taxi ride isn't cheap."

"Oh, that. Well I suppose this is as good a time as ever to let you in on your granny's secret. Obviously, you know that you have made a habit of sending us money every month once you got that job. Well, your grandmother absolutely refused to spend any of it. Nothing would do but what we had to put it in the bank. So, when she died, all of that money was just laying there and I decided to use some of it!"

"But, what did the two of you live on?"

"Our earnings naturally. We were doing really well when you left for the West Coast and that continued for quite a while. We really didn't hit a hard patch until the recession hit. But, even then, we were lucky. An awful lot of the men got laid off and, when the rehiring began, the companies all found out that women would work for a lot less than what they had been paying men so naturally, they were hired to fill the vacancies. In a little over a year, our apartment building was almost empty."

"Why didn't you move?"

"Look, honey. We were living in a rent-controlled apartment and you couldn't find anything comparable for two or three times as much as were paying. Besides, your granny absolutely refused to move. She had some crazy idea that we owed something to old man Chenowith -- you remember him?" I nodded. "He died and his son is running the store now. Anyway, she was adamant that she was not leaving The Athena Arms come hell or high water. So we stayed. And, it was lucky that we did. Since the men were going through an exceptionally hard time, there wasn't much opportunity for a lot of them to get girls of their own so they naturally turned to us professionals. Our business really picked up and we were making more money than we had ever done before."

"I sense that something happened that ruined your perfect setup? What was it?"

"Oh, it was too easy for the gals to get high-paying jobs so they stopped whoring and went to work for all the different companies. And, they moved out just as I suggested. For quite some time, the old Athena Arms was damn near empty, but then it started filing up again. Only this time it was the foreigners that moved in. For some reason -- unbeknownst to me -- our building seemed to attract people from the Middle East. An awful lot of Egyptians moved in. After we go to know a lot of them, they weren't all that bad and you'd be surprised at how many of them had been whores back in Egypt. So, it was a lot like the old times. They thought our rates for an evening's fun were really exorbitant, but they accepted the business without any real objections. And, I guess it is time to tell you about another thing that developed with the Egyptians. It seemed that a whole bunch of these women had belonged to a club or something in Egypt. I could never get the hang of their language, but they translated the name of this club for me. They said it was the, 'Club of the Pleasure Grotto'. I had to look up the word, 'grotto' and even then I didn't catch onto what they were talking about. Then, one day, granny came home and she was laughing up a storm. When I asked her what was so funny, she asked me if I was aware that I had a pleasure grotto and when I shook my head, she laughed even harder. Then she let me have it. She said, 'Baby, your pleasure grotto is between your legs! And, you have been using it all of your life!' Then I got the idea just as I expect that you have understood what this meant. This club is for women only and, mostly, for the whores although some, 'regular' women have become members."

By this time, we both were laughing.

"And, naturally, you and granny became members?"

"Not only did we become members, but we were -- are - the head honchos!"

"How on earth did that happen?"

"You will find out this very night. The club is holding a sort of wake for your grandmother tonight and you are not only invited, but you are definitely expected to attend. I will tell you this, you may find a lot of what they do a little weird, but don't be too leery of attending their meeting. They don't mean you any harm."

I wanted to ask her for more information about this club, but the look she gave me shushed me up. When we arrived at the apartment, I was in for another surprise. The place was nearly bare. A lot of the furniture had been removed. Mom saw my look of astonishment and supplied the answer. 

"Your grandmother told me years ago that there weren't many of her things that she thought we should keep when and if something, 'happened' to her. She made me promise that I would sell what I could and what I couldn't sell I was to give to the Salvation Army. To be honest with you, since granny died, I have come to the conclusion that the thing for us to do is to move in together. If your current place isn't big enough, I've got enough to help pay for a bigger place."

I didn't hesitate an instant before replying:

"Mom, I agree whole --heartedly. As for getting a bigger place, my apartment has two bedrooms and that should be plenty of room for a couple of gals like us. Frankly, I was expecting some argument from you and I am really relieved that you have come to the same idea as I. I have a week off so we can pack up all that you want to take with you and we can ship it all ahead."

The only other way I could tell my mother that I was pleased that she was moving in with me was to walk across the room and take her into my arms.

"Now mom, what should I wear for tonight? I haven't brought much in the way of evening clothes since I didn't expect this to be a fun and games kind of visit."

I didn't go any further for mom was nearly beside herself with laughter.

"Honey the only thing you will need for tonight is your birthday suit!"

"You mean....?"

"Certainly, every person who attends this soiree will be in the nude!"

I didn't dare to ask her how we were going to get to this place without some form of covering so I just decided that I would wait and see. When the time came, mom handed me half of a robe and cowl. The half that she gave to me was the top half and it only covered me down to about the nipple level. I looked at her with an inquisitive look on my face and, by way of an answer, she handed me a rather ancient raincoat. Evidently, wearing the cowl and the raincoat was evidence of being fully dressed. I thought, later, that, since it was already dark, we could have just as easily stepped from the foyer of the Athena Arms and directly into the waiting car. That, too, was a surprise, but mom apparently knew that transportation would be provided. Once in the car, both of us removed the outer coat and sat there half naked. We rode for quite some time and then the car swung into a driveway that led us into and under a portico. Mom volunteered,

"This was once a funeral home and, when the business failed, the club bought the place. I will remind you once more to expect some really weird happenings tonight, but it is all a matter of custom with these people." I started to gather up my raincoat, but mom said, "Let it be. The driver will look after it." Then she asked me, "How long has it been since you last had any sex?"

For an instant, I was floored by her question and then I answered her, "Perhaps a week or, maybe, a little longer. Why?"

"That's good. You and I are to be the stars of this performance so we both will need all of the strength that we can muster. Did you ever hear of the sex battle between Messalina and Scylla in ancient Rome?" I shook my head in the negative so she continued. "These two women fought a duel to see who could fuck the most men in any given night. Messalina won. In a manner of speaking, tonight, we are Messalina and Scylla! Well here we are."

I was greeted by another surprising event. After entering the building, we had moved into what had been a, 'viewing room' when this place was a funeral parlor. There, for all to see lay my grandmother! She was on her back and she, like us, was stark naked!

"Remember, I told you some things were going to be weird. This is the way these people send off their people for burial. Now, we have to do our part."

She gave me no more directions than this bare statement so I just followed her up to where Granny was laying. A woman -- who was also dressed in this abbreviated cowl and robe fashion - stepped up to us and with no further conversation, handed each of us what I could only take to be a stick of wood. Mom stepped up alongside granny's body and, as two other women lifted her legs, mom inserted her piece of wood into granny's cunt! I was completely flabbergasted - especially so when mom stepped aside and gestured for me to repeat her actions. I couldn't help but hesitate. This was so far outside my world that I had difficulty in moving. Finally, after looking into mom's face and seeing the imperative there, I stepped forward and duplicated her actions. As we moved away from the bier, mom whispered to me, 

"I'll explain later!" 

Four more women had suddenly appeared and I was led off in one direction while mom was led off in another. I was led into one of the side rooms and promptly pushed own upon some type of cart. Two very tight straps were place across my chest -- one above my tits and one below them. Both of my companions ooh-ed and aah-ed at the form of my tits. Evidently they had never seen such prominent tits with layers of tit material. They didn't hesitate for long and their next move was to pull my knees back against my chest and fasten them there with straps that ran around each thigh and through rings along the sides of the cart. In a very short order, I was trussed up so as to present all of my various genitalia to the view of whoever might care to look at me! I suddenly recalled Mary's trilogy, "Anticipation and then Imagination! I knew that this position was only good for one thing. I was to be fucked! I thought to myself, 

"So this is what mom meant when she said that things might get weird!"

But my caregivers were not through with me. One of them stepped up between my widely spread legs and without any hesitation she first showed me another of those crazy sticks and then she thrust it completely into my cunt! That did startle me, but, she wasn't through with me. She held up a device so that I could see it and I immediately recognized a speculum. I felt a rather brusque thrusting at my rear portal and I knew that the speculum was being pushed into my ass! Several twists of the screw portion of the speculum and my ass was extremely wide open! Before I could say anything, I was once more on the move. I was rolled out into a corridor and then along it until I was thrust through two very wide doors. This was, obviously, the theater. 

I did a quick head count and I found that there were thirty females standing around the three walls of this room. One of my caregivers stepped up alongside of me and handed me one of those stick-like things. The other care givers proceeded to roll me over to the nearest woman. My head was nearest to the woman and I was rolled in between her legs so that I was looking straight up at her cunt.

"Kiss it!"

The care giver had whispered in my ear and another one of them had lifted my head so that my face was pressed against her cunt. I was unable to move my face so I kissed her cunt lips.

"Push Haoma stick into her!"

There was nothing that I could do so I obeyed the command. As soon as the stick was completely inside of her cunt, I was rolled to the next female and the procedure was repeated. I soon lost count of how many cunts I kissed and how many I had pushed those sticks into for I was becoming aware of an unusual happening in my own belly. A fire had begun and I was blazing with the yen for cock! My desire clock had begun to toll! It was all I could do to restrain myself from screaming out, "Fuck Me!" It was at this point that I became aware of another, very different sound. I heard a liquid dripping into a metal pan! I looked back over my shoulder and I saw that the first woman I had treated with one of those sticks was juicing to such an extent that she was actually leaking into a pan! As I looked at several others that I had treated with a stick I saw that they too were leaking cunt juices and these juices were being caught in similar pans. I couldn't help but wonder what the intended use of all this cunt juice was. Then I learned something of what was in store for me. That damn speculum was formed so that it created a small trough from my cunt to my ass and I, like the other women, was juicing! Only, in my case, my juice emission was being channeled directly into my ass! In no time at all, that fire of yearning was being duplicated in my guts! Mary had omitted one step in her sexual litany. She left out, 'urgency'! And my urgent need for fucking was growing by leaps and bounds.

Somehow, I must have finished my round of cunt-kissing and stick-loading for I was once more rolled up to the very edge of a circular stage. The handlers parked my cart for a few minutes while we waited upon the next occurrence. As they waited, one of the handlers leaned forward and began twisting the screw portion of the speculum that was holding my puckered hole open. I thought she was going to split me from ass to belly button, but, eventually, she stopped enlarging my opening. I could not see myself, but I knew that I must present a huge opening where my ass hole should have been.

There was a huge curtain that closed off the rear section of the stage. My controllers had parked me so that my feet were pointing towards this area of the stage so, with a slight lifting of my head I could see what was upon that part of the stage. When the curtain was opened, I couldn't help but cry out! MAMA!

A cross beam was suspended from somewhere near the ceiling and my mother's arms were tied to that beam in a crucifixion manner. The same type of straps that encompassed my chest held her chest -- one above her tits and one below. Two strong ropes led from the ends of the cross beam down to mom's thighs and there they held her in a semi-squatting position. The net effect of this rig was to cause mom's head, shoulders and chest to be thrust forward while her ass was pushed out in an inviting posture. I could only stare in complete disbelief at this terrible presentation. Then, from nowhere, a voice boomed out,

"Daughter, drink from your mother's well!"

My eyes dropped to mom's cunt region and I knew at once that she was juicing in the same fashion as all of the rest of us women. I didn't have very long to consider my options for I was abruptly rolled in under my mothers' cunt, a pillow of sorts was placed under my head so that once more my face was flush against a female cunt and, with my lips open, I was drinking my mother's cunt juices! I was aflame in three of my bodily openings and each one of them was commanding me to satisfy their demands upon my body. I was about to erupt when I felt another intrusion. From somewhere a male had appeared and he drove his cock brutally into my juicy cunt. I nearly choked for his action caused me to gasp and mom's cunt juice was still flooding my mouth! 

This male leaned forward and whispered to me, "Use your hands to open her rear portal for entry!"Instinctively I obeyed this command.

This male must have been overly excited for it was a very short while before he began ejaculating into my cunt. He completed his flooding of my cunt and withdrew! I nearly cried out in desperation for I was far from satisfied. I needed more fucking -- much more. Then, as I considered what I might do to encourage him to re-enter me, a second male fulfilled that role and once more, I was being fucked! This was not all! The male who had been my first consort, moved around behind mom and with an equally brusque thrust buried his cock in mom's ass! I heard her gasp as that brutish head of his cock was buried deeply inside of her inner-most recesses. When he made to move backwards, I watched the veined underside of his cock slowly being pulled from my mother's body. Then, I watched intently as it was once more pushed back into her ass! Watching this performance drove my sexual urges past all belief. Through mom's cunt juice and the male cocks, the four of us were joined. 

I came and the process was repeated, again and again. Then, suddenly, it stopped! I was hoping with all my being that it was not over for the night and it wasn't. Mom and I were allowed to get onto our feet and relax the tensions in our legs. Then, after this brief rest period, we were once more tied into our fucking positions. There was just an instant before the fucking of our bodies resumed and, during that interval, I realized that I was fast becoming a fucking-addict. I wanted sex so badly that I would have killed for it. Only the resumption of being fucked caused my urgent need for sex to subside and maintain something resembling manageable proportions.

This fucking operation was repeated time after time until I could no longer count the number of cocks I had enjoyed nor the times that I had come. Still, deep in my being, I hoped that this fucking would never stop, but it did! I was untied for what became the last time and I was laid out upon the floor of the stage. I heard a low groan and, when I looked across to my right, I saw my mother lying alongside of me. She turned her head so as to face me and reached across to me and took my hand. We lay in this condition for several minutes and then four of the women appeared, helped us up, held our coats for us and aided us in getting into a car. I don't know about mom, but I slept during most of the ride home.

Once inside our apartment, mom looked at me intently.

"Honey I don't know which one of us was Messalina and which one of us was Scylla, but I think we put on a great show for those people tonight. It was quite a spectacular way to leave the group. Don't you think so?"

I nodded. Somehow, I knew that I shouldn't tell mom that I was just a tad disappointed when the fucking stopped. I felt that I wanted to undergo a steady stream of cocks for the whole night. A question came into my mind. There was no doubt but what I was now a sex addict so, why did that prospect frighten Kayla so much? It didn't frighten me in the least! I made myself a promise to ask her when we met. I slid into bed and that was the last I knew until I caught a whiff of fresh coffee. I rolled over and glanced at the clock and then I bolted upright in the bed!

"My GOD! It is after three o`clock!"

I slipped out of bed and stepped into the kitchen. Sure enough, mom had made coffee and there was enough for me. I poured a cup and moved into the living room. Mom was sitting on the floor -- the couch had been given to the Salvation Army -- busily working a huge dildo in and out of her cunt. I went over to the wall across from where she sat and slowly slid down onto the floor. My own hand quickly began rubbing my cunt, too. I drank a goodly portion of my cup of coffee and then I broached the subject that I had been thinking about for sometime.

"Mom, are you going to explain to me what happened last night? Why was granny's body lying out like that and why did we push those sticks up into her? And, for heaven's sake, what was that stuff?"

"Easy, honey. First off, we put those pieces of Haoma into your grandmother's cunt as a mark of respect. The way I understand these people, this was a gesture to make absolutely certain that their relative or loved one was really, truly dead. They told us that this procedure harks back to the days when people were mummified. Apparently, this procedure was adopted in order to prevent any premature burials. To me, it has always seemed a little gruesome, but it is their practice so your grandmother and I went along with the game. Besides, it would have been an insult to your grandmother not to have done this. Putting your grandmother's body out like that was, as I understand it, another ages old procedure. That, too, would have been an insult to your grandmother if we hadn't allowed that to take place."




Olivia Ch. 09



"What are they going to do with the body?"

"Your grandmother will be -- or she most likely has been -- cremated. There will not be a funeral as you know it. Last night was the ceremony of reverence and burial so that is the end of the ceremony. We are free to leave at any time.

As to what exactly the Haoma is, I'm not absolutely certain. I know that it is some kind of vegetable growth that occurs mostly in Egypt, but how it is prepared, I just don't know. I shouldn't have to explain the reaction upon your body once a Haoma stick is inserted into you. You should have gotten enough of the effects last night."

"But, why were those women dripping into those pans?"

"That is another result of taking the Haoma into your body. It causes your passages to expel large amounts of liquids. That has a dual purpose. I am assuming that you know that, when a female gets really along in years, she loses the ability to generate internal liquids-especially in her sex passages and this usually results in rather painful sexual activities. Inserting a stick of Haoma alleviates this and permits elderly females to enjoy sex for many additional years. The capture of the female excretions provides those who make this stuff with a necessary ingredient. As I understand it, a stalk of Haoma is beaten until it is nothing more than a collection of fibers. Then, other things are mixed in with the Haoma and the mixture is completed by adding certain bodily liquids. The mixture is formed into the stick-like shape you saw last night and baked or cooked. The net effect is to provide a home-made aphrodisiac that really sets almost everyone well upon the road to sexual arousal! You might as well get accustomed to pushing a Haoma stick into your cunt for the club has agreed to send us a supply of Haoma every month or so! I have become addicted to it and the wild effects it has upon my body. I expect that you will, too."

"Mom, one of my friends has mentioned her proclivity for becoming a sex addict and she seems to be alarmed at this possibility. Are you a sex addict and am I likely to become one?"

"Honey, I have been addicted to sex ever since I first went on the stage with my parents. Your grandmother was an addict, too. Frankly, that addiction has made it possible for me to earn a lot of money by indulging in sex. Surely, you know this. As to why your friend is alarmed by this prospect. I haven't the slightest idea. Personally, I think it affords me a very great amount of pleasure. Now, let me ask you a question. What do you do for sexual pleasure?"

"Well, you see, two other females and I work for a business known as, 'The Organization'. We act as hostesses for an establishment that caters to lesbian women. I've never really checked, but I think I have made quite a lot of money. In addition, the Organization has an involvement with a number of large businesses in the city -- mine included, and Kayla and I provide certain services to the men of management."

"Are you saying that you fuck men while you are on the job?"

"Certainly!"

Mom began to laugh and her laughter got louder and louder.

"What do you think the chances are for a middle-aged whore to get in on this endeavor?"

"Excellent!"

And we both roared with laughter. I finished my cup of coffee and promptly fell back into my bed.



Olivia Ch. 10



I slept for most of the next two days. Mom would periodically supply me with coffee or tea and well-buttered toast and, except for her interruptions, I don't remember much of that time. I certainly was not dreaming. Then, on the fourth day, I returned to a more-or-less normal state although my hips and my legs and my back still ached from all of the punishment I had taken. In addition, my lower belly felt as though I had been repeatedly pummeled by overly long cocks! Although I hadn't been busy thinking about my state, I seemed to wake up with several questions. The two of us were once more sitting in what was left of the living room when I broached the subject to mom.

"Mom, are you certain that we are sex-addicts?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I've been thinking and a thought came to mind about something that Kayla said. Or, rather, it wasn't so much what she said as it was her attitude. She seemed to be deathly afraid of becoming an addict. At the time, I couldn't decipher what was making her so frightened, but now I think I might just know."

"What is it that you think you have learned?"

"Mom, there is no doubt in my mind that, if the supply of available men hadn't been limited, I might very well still be laying there fucking my head off. I think that feeling was what frightened Kayla so much. Are we like drug addicts who will probably end up dead from an overdose? I've read several books about women who fell captive to invading armies being repeatedly raped by the soldiers until they died. Until the other night, I wasn't at all certain that this could even happen. Surely not to me! But, the effects of that night have hung on long after I would have thought that I should have recovered and, the scary thing is, I wanted still more!"

Mom hesitated for several minutes before attempting to answer me.

"Yes, honey, as I told you that other night, I am certain that we are sex addicts. It was inbred into us from the time of our births and, you are correct, it is quite possible for us to fuck ourselves to death -- especially when we are aided by something as potent as that Haoma stick and there are enough cocks around to fulfill our destiny.

When your granny and I first joined this club, one of the older women took us aside and confided in us that they knew that we were whores. We had never mentioned anything about our professional lives so that kind of statement floored me and I'm certain that it threw your granny for a loop, too. We both wondered if our occupation was all that obvious to any and all of the people we might meet. Then the old woman went on to explain what she was trying to say. She told us that they had recognized a trait in our characters that required us to be extraordinarily active in sexual matters - they even had a special name for us, but I can't repeat it now. She went on to tell us that, whenever the club held their, 'special' ceremonies, they would always see to it that the number of male members allowed to use us would be limited. One of their procedures was to always put the older female in the swing and the younger on the dolly. In that way, the strength of the elder would not be taxed as greatly as that of the younger. You must have seen that I was being treated in the rear while you were being used in your cunt and you must know that even females such as we are not as likely to come from a rear penetration as you young will come from a cuntal penetration. I know from my own experiences in your position, that you were not the least bit aware of what was going on around you. Once the men were through with you and me, they had the privilege of going further with the other women of the club." At this point, mom chuckled as she recalled the sight she had witnessed. "Believe me honey, the sight of twenty or thirty frantically fucking couples and threesomes is really energizing to one's libido!

But, I don't think you have any cause to be frightened. The other night was a very special occasion and, in addition, you had the first taste of the effects of that Haoma plant. Don't forget. When you left us and went out into the world, from what you wrote, you weren't knee-deep in sex during those ten-or-so years and you were making it okay. Weren't you?" I nodded. "As for your Kayla friend, I think that, at one time or another, she was very close to overstepping the boundary of her bodily capacity. AND SHE RECOGNIZED THE DANGER! Perhaps you are more fortunate than she in that you have seen the danger and realized it for what it is."

"But what about this Haoma stuff? You said that the members of the club were going to send us a supply on a regular basis."

"Honey, Haoma is just like any other possibly addicting substance. So long as you control it and not let it control you, you'll be okay. Don't ever forget that your granny and I have been using it for all of the years that we were here alone. Look daughter, I don't doubt but what you are beginning to regain your sexual desire. This, too, will always be with you and it will flare up every time you see or hear some kind of sexual allusion. That, if you will, is our curse. We are constantly on the lookout for new and exciting sexual adventures."

"But why is my belly so tender?"

At this point, mom's laughter roared. Then, with a drooling baby-talk comment, she put me in my place.

"Oh, my poor baby. Some of those awful men had cocks that were longer than your baby cunt channel so they were repeatedly smacking up against your cervix. That's what is aching in your belly now. Did you know that some women have the entrance to their cervixes opened wide so that they are able to, 'swallow' those long cocks? Says it gives them a really great come! Maybe you should give that a try!"

At that time, I didn't think that was such a great idea.

"Now that we are on the subject of sex -- and we are always on the subject of sex -- why don't you tell me the details of what you have been doing out there in the far west?"

So, I began telling her about our group of, 'Horny Harlots' and how we graduated into becoming the resident, 'hostesses' for La Minette. I told her how -- through La Minette -- the four of us had become our company's whore staff. Here she interrupted me.

"Are you saying that you fuck these men during the work day?"

"Oh sure. All of these men are scared of being blackmailed especially if one of us should ever become pregnant so they demand that their secretaries be present as we fuck them!"

"What do the secretaries think of this?"

"Most of them tell us that they find it extremely exciting. Some of them also tell us that it leads to more sexual relations between them and their bosses."

"And you work for this, 'La Minette' and the Organization as well?"

"We didn't know about the Organization at first and it wasn't until two of the Harlots decided that they had had enough and quit that we really became aware of it!"

"What happened?"

"We don't really know. Ostensibly, they drew out whatever money they had coming and left, but we suspect that -- as one of our friends puts it -- they are whoring in some far off, rundown house. If their fate was meant as a lesson for the others of us, its' impact was not lost upon us. You just don't cross the Organization! However, I must say that the people in the Organization that I have met have all been likable and generous to me."

"It would appear to me that the best course of action is to stay on the good side of these people whoever they night be." I nodded in agreement.

"Now that I have given you a bird's eye view of my life, how about filling me in on the life you and granny have been leading while I wasn't here to watch over you?" That brought a chuckle from both of us.

"Well, our life continued much as it was before you went west. The number of Johns began to drop off a little, but it was not to the extent that we were in danger of starving. As I have already told you, most of the older whores moved out during the war and this bunch of immigrants moved in. As you now know, for a couple of near nymphos, that hasn't been all bad. Oh, I had one rather extraordinary experience. Tell me, have you ever driven a car with just your cunt?"

"For heaven's sake how did you come to do that?"

"Well, I...." and here mom halted. "Tell you what. I'll just make a phone call or two and set you up for the ride of your life tonight. How's that?"

The prospect of a new and, I hoped, exciting adventure fired up my libido so I vigorously signaled my assent. Mom made her calls and set everything up for me, but she wouldn't give me any more by way of information of what I was facing. The only thing different was her caution to eat sparingly at dinner time.

"It wouldn't do to have a full belly!" was all that she said.

Then, at almost five in the evening, she announced that my ride had arrived. I wasn't expecting a ride, but I knew better than to ask her about this and just possibly spoil the surprise she had fashioned for me. I was dressed in my usual costume: extremely short skirt and deeply cut blouse when I left the apartment and went down to the street. There, at the curb sat a taxi and the sign on its' door read:

JON'S SHO-MOBILE

The taxi didn't look like the usual run-of-the-mill taxi. Instead, it was garishly painted in a variety of colors. The only indication that it was, indeed, a taxi was the sign on the roof over the windshield. I started to open the rear door only to find that it was locked.

"Hey! You ride up in front!"

So, then I opened the passenger-side door and started to crawl into this strange contraption, but before I could get into the seat, the driver advised me: "It will probably be easier if you take off your skirt before getting in."

If I had harbored any thoughts that this was not going to be a sex-ride, they were dispelled at that moment. So, using the door as a shield, I slid my skirt down my legs and off. I soon found out that I wasn't through even yet. The next direction left me with only my sandals for this insistent driver told me to also take off my blouse. So, there I stood. I hadn't even gotten away from my apartment building and I was stark naked and standing on the sidewalk!

"Well, come on! Get in!" As I started to slide into the passenger's seat, he issued yet another directive. "Whoa! You don't sit there. You sit over here on this thing!" I could only gasp in astonishment for he was indicating a vertical post between the two seats! "This is the gear shift and this is where my star performer rides. Now, get on it and let's get going!"

Frankly, I wasn't at all certain that I could do as he was telling me for this gear shift was a pole about as thick as a grown man's cock. But, what really caused me to hesitate was the top most ornament. It was a round metal ball about the size of a medium sized apple! I started to object when he cut me off.

"Oh, come on. All of you newbies always stop and stare at that thing and then, somehow, you get it up inside of you. And, girly, you ain't any different. Did you bring your jelly? No? Oh, my God! Don't you cunts ever think ahead? There's a tube of jelly in the glove compartment. Better use it now before we get started 'cause you won't have any chance to grease yourself after we pull away from here. And don't forget -- you are the show for this night in this here Sho-Mobile so don't disappoint my customers! Now mount up and let's get going!"

I found the tube of sex jelly and applied it liberally both around and in my cunt and ass. After all, I wasn't at all certain which portal I would be using before this awful night was over.

"Put your knees on these pads! You ride facing backwards and be sure that you get that gear shift ALL the way up in your cunt or you are likely to fall on your face. Your best bet is to sit on the top of the shift console."

I crawled up and over that menacing pole with its' terrifying knob. As the driver had said, there were two pads, one on each side of the shift console for my knees. The pole was tall enough that I felt that awful knob touch my cunt lips as I tried to position myself for this ordeal. Whether it was intended or just by accident, but the driver assisted me in making up my mind by sharply putting the car into gear and pulling away from the curb. At first, I was thrust away from the dashboard, but, as he shifted into his cruising gear, I was thrown back upon that pole. I felt the knob hit my cunt lips and force its way slightly inside of them. I was definitely in no rush to jam myself back down upon that instrument so I tried to hold myself aloof from it, but the driver would have none of this. He put a hand on my shoulder and began exerting pressure upon my body to move me back onto that pole!

"You don't need to push me! I'll do it myself!"

"Okay, girly, but get it done!"

In the manner of old man Chenowith, I ever so slowly eased myself further and further down upon that pole. Getting that knob inside of me was the real challenge and I thought that I would never be able to accomplish that. I hadn't counted upon my innate sex drive and the excitement of trying to push something that big into my cunt! I could feel my cunt slowly opening as I pushed it steadily down upon the knob. Then, suddenly, it was in me and the entire pole was sliding into the deepest part of my cunt! This monster outdid even the largest of male cocks that I had ever experienced! I was completely filled! However, that insidious pole was not through with me. As my cunt slowly accommodated to its presence, I sensed the vibrations of the car wheels and the engine as we drove along the city streets and I was aroused! I don't know how far we drove before my first orgasm flooded my belly and guts and, for an instant, I was frightened. I was in the situation that I had spoken to mom about. This was identical to that night of granny's service only now it was with an unlimited supply of cocks! I decided that it was best that I have it out with the driver at this very moment.

"If I tell you to stop so I can get off this dastardly thing -- you will stop, won't you?"

"Sure thing. Jes' holler out and I'll pull over. By the way, I'm Jon and, as I understand it, you are Olivia. Why, you wearing out already?"

"No, not yet. I'm okay. And, yes, I am Olivia."

It was decidedly strange to be riding through the streets of a busy city stark naked and in a position where I could be and was easily viewed by others. The windows of the passenger's compartment were tinted a dark color so that it was not easy for outsiders to peer in through those windows. That served to direct the attentions of those passersby who just happened to look at the Sho-Mobile to the front windows and my naked body. From time-to-time, Jon would pull into the curb and we would just sit there as people walked by. Most of them did a quick, startled double-take when they saw that I was alive, human and naked. The same thing happened whenever we stopped for a traffic light. Motorists in adjacent vehicles would glance at our taxi and then peer into it intently. As the time passed, I reached a point where I could stare back at them without a defiant leer on my face. Mom's practical education in what it meant to appear naked before an audience was beginning to sink in. At one point, I almost laughed to myself because I was beginning to actually enjoy being the, 'sight of the day', but I hadn't reckoned upon Jon picking up passengers and letting them sit in the back seat facing me! My first experience came at about 5 o'clock. Jon abruptly swung the cab into the curb.

"Sorry about this. I usually don't get these kinds of passengers, but she was waving and I am not allowed to pass her by."

"Why not?"

"It would cost me my license, that's why not!"

When he had stopped and the back door was opening, I could see that it was a mother and two children. One was a girl about twelve and the other was a boy about seven. The boy was not happy.

CONVERSATION ONE

Small boy: Mom, I didn't like that gooey picture. There wasn't any shootin' or killin' in it. Little girl: I thought it was delightful! I'm just sorry that we had to leave without seein' the beginnin' again. Mom: I'm sorry, too, but I just didn't think the picture would last that long. We're going to be late for supper as it is. David, what is wrong with you. For heaven's sake, sit down! Boy: But, mom! There's a lady sittin' there alookin' at me and she ain't got no clothes on! Girl: That's just like you, David. You're always seeing things. I don't see noooo.... MOM! He's right. There's a woman sitting on top of that stick and she's looking right at me!

Jon interrupted their conversation to say to them, "This is the world famous JON'S SHO-MOBILE and our show for tonight is Olivia. Please do not be frightened. Just sit back and enjoy the show." Silence reigned after Jon's announcement until the little girl spoke up again.

Girl: Mom! She's got that pole stuck right up in her thingy! Mom: I know (but it was easy to tell that she didn't know). Just be quiet and we'll be home in no time. Boy: Wait until I tell dad about this! Mom: you will do no such thing! If your father is to be told anything I will be the one to do the telling! Now, sit back and be quiet! The young boy slunk into the far left corner. Girl -- in a whisper: Mom can you do that? Mom: I'm not sure. Girl: Will I be able to put something up inside of me like that when I get bigger? Mom: I don't know. You will just have to wait and see.

Silence reigned once more and I took my chance and looked intently at the mother. She was clutching her purse in her left hand but her right hand was no where to be seen. I looked more closely and I could discern that her right hand was inside her dress and there were definite movements near or at her crotch. Mama was obviously excited by the sight that I presented and the thought of an immense instrument buried in my cunt and it was working upon her. I was certain that this woman was not getting all of the fucking that she wanted or needed so I decided to give her the fright of her life. I slowly, but inexorably began lifting my body up off the gear shift -- thereby exposing more and more of the shaft. Then I glanced at the young girl. She had somehow taken a position between my open legs and was standing with her cheek pressed against the inside of my right thigh. That placed her eyes just millimeters away from my cunt! It was plain that she was rapidly growing up for her eyes were transfixed upon what was transpiring before her very eyes. I had thought to just let the shaft come partway out of my cunt, but the watching of the girl and her mother with their widely opened and staring eyes started my libido to churning again and, in a very short while, I felt the onrushing pangs of an orgasm. I threw my resolve to the wind and let the entire ball plop out of my cunt! Then, to the accompaniment of their gasps, I slid down upon it again. My attainment of the climaxing state must have had some powerful effect upon those other two females. The mother's eyes were wide and she was staring off into the distance. Her children were completely forgotten as her own orgasm continued building in her loins and in her belly. Her dress had been pushed far enough up along her thighs so that I could easily see her fingers working at her cunt beneath the white cotton panties she was wearing. She was obviously in a world of her own and completely unaware of what was transpiring around her. The young girl's eyes were as wide as her mother's and I was certain that she, for the first time, was feeling the excitement of becoming ever closer to womanhood. She, like her mother was intuitively rubbing herself between the legs. The mother and I must have climaxed at just about the same time for I saw her belly pulsate as she pushed hard against the pressure of her orgasm. After a few minutes, her eyes met mine with a lazy, relaxed and happy gaze. I felt exceptionally good because I was certain that I had given this woman and her daughter something they would never forget. My inspections of the woman and her daughter were brought to an abrupt ending when Jon swung the taxi in to the curb.




Olivia Ch. 10



"Here we are, lady. That will be five dollars."

The woman paid Jon and the three of them left the taxi, but all three stood on the sidewalk and watched as the taxi pulled away. They were obviously re-living the strange, live experience they had just shared with me. There was a definite contented smile upon the face of the mother and the manner in which her daughter stood so close to her hip was an indication -- to me -- that a bond had been fashioned between mother and daughter that would never be broken!

"Not one damn penny extra! That woman didn't leave me one thin dime for a tip! Well. I guess that's to be expected. They ride in my cab and watch the show that I put on for them, but they conveniently forget that I am in this for the money. Well, the night is young and there's a lot more to be done this night!"

CONVERSATION TWO

"Aha! I knew that business would pick up."

And Jon swung the taxi in to the curb where two middle-aged people -- a man and a woman -- stood waiting. The man grabbed the rear door handle and opened the door. The woman, a rather stern, haughty female, was the first to enter except she didn't get all the way into the car. She looked up at me and blanched white. I started my spiel but I didn't get very far. 

"Good Evening. My name is Olivia and I am your show for this evenin............."

"James, you evil person! How can you even think that I would ride in a terrible conveyance like this? Why this disreputable driver has a life-size picture of a nude female on the back of his seat! Don't just stand there! Get another taxi! At once!"

"You know," Jon said, "I don't think I wanted her kind in my car anyway."

CONVERSATION THREE

Our next passengers were definitely more to Jon's liking. We pulled into one of those fancy hotels that provided a door man for their guests and, when he opened the door, a couple nearly leapt into the back seat! The woman threw herself into the far left corner with her right leg and foot upon the shelf below the rear window and, with a sudden movement of her hands, she completely bared her tits. The man entered and promptly fell to his knees. He buried his head under the hem of her gown and, while his hands brutishly massaged those bare tits, his head was moving from side to side like a terrier with a rag. 

Once more, I started my introductory remarks, but I soon saw that only Jon and I were listening to me speak so I quit my speech and just watched the sight that was unfolding in front of my eyes. The two in the back seat were totally immersed in their sex play and the rest of the world just didn't exist for them. I couldn't see the man's face, but the woman was staring off into outer space. Her entire being was concentrated upon what her swain was doing to her cunt and tits. Her gown -- obviously constructed for just this type of behavior, had slipped down to below her middle so I watched as her belly rose and fell. The signal for her orgasm was obvious. Abruptly, her belly tensed and then began shuddering as her orgasm ripped through her. Almost as soon as it had begun, her orgasm was over and the two of them began a hasty and frantic re-dressing of the woman. As the man rose from where he had been praying at the altar of Venus, I could see the glistening of her cunt juices all over his nose, mouth and chin! Once her gown was back into something that roughly represented respectability, the man hurriedly cleansed his face. At this point, he uttered the only spoken words that either one of them had spoken.

"Back to the hotel!"

Once more, we pulled up under the canopy of the hotel's entrance and the two of them got out. Still nothing had been said and there was not even a hint of embarrassment on either of their parts. I couldn't help but wonder at why they had done this and how often they gave vent to their urgency in this fashion. Did this, in some way, satisfy their passion for wild, unrestrained fucking? Of course, they were always guaranteed an audience. While I was considering this strange event, Jon was rapidly pulling away.

"I've got to make a pit stop!"

The trip to the nearest relief station was a short one. I was surprised when Jon swung the car into a garishly lighted garage. There were four other SHO-MOBILES parked in the garage and men were working on most of them.

"Ladies room over there!" That was all Jon said as he rather hurriedly piled out of the car.

I extracted myself from the rod that was impaling me and walked over to where he had gestured. As I entered the rest room, I was surprised to find a group of similarly naked females standing around smoking. These were, apparently the, 'crew members' of the disabled SHO-MOBILES. We acknowledged each other's presence and, as quickly as I could, I relieved the pressures of my body and I almost ran back to the car. Somehow, I felt more secure with that metal pole and ball inside of me. So, when Jon returned, I was mounted and ready to go.

CONVERSATION FOUR

This time, when we stopped, a middle-aged couple got into the back seat. I placed them in their sixties.

"Good evening. I am Olivia and I will be your show for this evening. We hope that your time with us will be most enjoyable and that you will seriously consider using the SHO-MOBILE service again at some time in the future. Now, sit back and enjoy your ride."

The conversation began when the old woman introduced them to me.

"We are Wilfred and Maud and this is our wedding anniversary. Thank you for your very warm welcome. WILFRED! Stop that. Take your fingers out of me this very instant! What's that? NO! I most certainly will not let you put that nasty thing in my mouth. Certainly not in front of this nice lady. Wilfred, I asked you nicely to stop using your fingers in me like that. Now, behave. Let's just have a nice ride with these people."

UP to this point, I had not heard one word that Wilfred had spoken. I assumed that he was whispering to her.

" Please Wilfred. Don't do that! You know how that excites me so please stop it! What? NO I will not do that. I never have and I'm not about to start now. Oh, alright. I'll tell you what I will do. I will help you spank your monkey, but I will not suck it!"

As we passed near to the street lights, I could make out that Wilfred had his cock out of his pants and it was standing upright.

" Oh, alright. I'll kiss it, but that is all! Now don't you go shooting any of your gunk into my mouth!" 

Silence reigned for sometime while Jon cruised up and down some very dark streets. Then, we passed an all-night shopping mall and I got a good look at what was transpiring in the back seat. Jon pulled into the mall parking lot and stopped on the outer fringes of the lot, but next to one of their lamp posts. Maud was bobbing her head up and down on Wilfred's cock! Abruptly, she pulled her head up and restarted the conversation.

"You want me where? I suppose that the cab operator won't object." 

In what I could only call a resigned fashion, Maud went down upon her knees directly in front of me. She looked up at me and smiled. This old wench was enjoying the show that she was providing for me. Wilfred was not about to lose his opportunity and he was on -- and I assumed -- in Maud in seconds. The eyes that I was looking into opened wide as Wilfred's cock drove into her cunt.

As I had done for the woman and her family, I decided to give Maud a really first hand view of what it meant to be a show girl in one of these cabs. I slowly began extracting myself from the gearshift until just the ball remained inside of my cunt. Then, with as much of a theatrical flourish as I could muster in this God-forsaken position, I let the ball burst into Maud's view. The gasp that I expected was quick in coming.

"Wilfred, look at this thing that Olivia has had up inside all this time! What? I don't know. I might be able to get that inside of me. You want me to try? OH, Wilfred! I'm much too old for this sort of thing. Honey, I just wouldn't feel right. Besides, maybe Olivia wouldn't be willing to swap places with me."

Jon had, obviously been following this turn in their conversation and he spoke up.

"We don't usually allow customers to ride the gear shift for fear that they might be harmed in some way, but you have been really good customers so, if you are willing to try it, I think we might agree to let you ride the metal pony -- just this once!"

Maud looked like a kid with a prized Christmas present. I cleared myself from the gearshift and we frantically exchanged positions. She moved with amazing speed and, in practically no time at all, she was gingerly lowering herself down upon the gear shift. Wilfred, meanwhile, was busily whispering in my ear.

"Thanks for agreeing. I've wanted to fuck one of you girls in the ass for a very long time. Maud always says, 'No', but I never before thought of this. Now, please, bend over!

Wilfred had obviously taken it for granted that I would comply and I had to admit that the sly old goat was absolutely correct. God, his cock was really and truly a big one. Even with all of the ass-fucking I had experienced, Wilfred caused me some pain when he rammed his cock into my ass, but, once he was in me, I was filled with excitement and cock! That sly old goat also knew how to get the better of a girl for his hand curled around under my belly and he began stroking my girly cock. Truthfully, I have no idea what ever happened to Maud for the three successive orgasms that Wilfred planted in my belly, caused me to lose consciousness.

Jon somehow got me back to the Athena Arms and into the hands of mom so that, the first thing I knew, it was morning and I was in my own bed.

"Want to ride the SHO-MOBILE again?"

"Definitely yes, but just not tonight!"

Mom burst out laughing.



Olivia Ch. 11



Mom and I were both pooped. The final days that we spent settling up everything in mom's and granny's apartment had taken more out of us than we had expected, but finally, we found ourselves in my apartment on the West Coast. We were both sprawled out on my living room floor.

"Well mom, you have spent nearly a whole day on this coast. What do you think of it?"

"Things here are really spread out. I didn't realize how much I had become accustomed to the packed-in-tight atmosphere of those East Coast cities. I think I will enjoy this once I get used to it. What's on the agenda for today?"

"We'll continue our resting regimen and then, if you are up to it, we'll go to La Minette tonight and I will introduce you to the others. If you prefer to stay here and rest some more, that is okay, too, but I think I should at least make an appearance."

"If I go along with you, am I likely to be asked to have sex with one of the lesbian customers?"

"In all likelihood, yes, but you can always refuse."

"I think I'll give it a try. By the way, I have been meaning to ask you how you liked your ride in the Sho-Mobile?"

"It was interesting -particularly the customers who got into the car. I've never seen such a diverse list of characters."

"What did you think of Wilfred and Maud?" 

"They were a really funny pair. He kept whispering to her and she kept refusing him. At least that was what she said, but, in the end, she did everything he wanted. Then, when they had gone through all that they wanted to in the back seat, she almost literally pushed me off of the gear shift and hopped up there her self. That surprised me the most."

"They always do that. It is their standard routine. I'll bet she gave you the old, 'its' our anniversary routine', right?" When I nodded my head, mom continued, "They do that all the time and they ride the Sho-Mobile at least once every month. Most of the girls who ride with the drivers of the Sho-Mobiles think it is just their way of getting off, but they are nice people." Mom's little story left both of us laughing.

Later that evening, as mom and I entered La Minette, I was a little surprised because for the very first time, Yvette was not there to meet us. Kayla and Mary were there so I introduced them to mom. 

"Kayla, Mary this is Jane."

They each shook mom's hand and then we moved over to our usual table.

"Well mom, welcome to the pit of iniquity. What do you think of La Minette?"

"Looks pretty goooo...."

Yvette had suddenly appeared and she interrupted mom's little speech.

"Oh, Yvette! I'd like you to meet our newest member of the Horny Harlots. This is Jane."

"I'm very glad to meet you, Jane, but something very important has come up and I must speak to Olivia and Kayla."

"Right now?"

"Yes Olivia, the sooner the better!"

So, Kayla and I followed her into the office area of La Minette --leaving Mary to fill Jane in on how La Minette functioned. We were gone for a considerably long time and, when we returned to our table, neither Mary nor Jane were to be seen. I looked at Kayla and shrugged. We both had surmised that they were in the back rooms screwing their heads off. It was nearly an hour before either one of them appeared. Jane was the first to return and I'll have to admit that she looked a little the worse for wear.

I asked her, "Big evening?"

"Whoee, that gal sure knows what to do once she gets into your panties even if you aren't wearing any. Have we lost Mary?"

"Oh, I don't think so. She has been doing this for quite some time now and I'm certain that she can hold her own. Who were you with?"

"Some rather aged lady who said that you knew her - a Miss Jensen?"

I looked at mom for any sign of distaste, but she just smiled at me. Evidently having had sex with a died-in-the-wool hermaphrodite had not in any way inconvenienced her! I vowed to quiz her on this episode once we got home. "Oh, here comes Mary now!"

Mary was not nearly so worn out as Jane, but she clearly showed the effects of a wild night in the cribs. Before anything more could be said, I spoke up,

"Kayla and I have some news that affects us all. I think we should retire to my apartment where Kayla and I can fill you in on what is going to happen. Okay?"

Later, in my apartment, mom spoke up and asked, "Okay sweetie. What's this hot news you two have gotten for the rest of us?"

"We, Kayla and I, will no longer be apart of the La Minette crew -- that is, not on a regular basis. The organization has acquired the whole block where La Minette is located and, in addition, they have obtained permission from the city council to erect and run an adult amusement park. Yvette, Kayla and I took a walk along the alley that runs behind La Minette and she showed us which existing buildings would be torn down and which would just be renovated. When all is completed, there will be eight different establishments, each dedicated to a different aspect of sexual pleasure. There will be a place for those who like young girls; a place for those who like young boys; and one for those who prefer beastly sex; of course, La Minette will provide its usual coverage for the lesbian trade. There will be two sex, 'palaces' dedicated to those who prefer the usual forms of sex. One will be for the more -- as Yvette said it -- common men and the other will be an exclusive, by invitation only, glitzy place. And, Kayla and I are to provide stage entertainment in both of the sex palaces and that is what is bothering both of us. Neither one of us has ever performed on the stage in this kind of a way before so we aren't at all sure that we can do it."

"Honey, you said there were to be eight of these establishments yet you only listed seven. What will the eighth be?"

"Oh, I forgot. The La Femelle Erotik will be moved over into one of the older buildings so that it will be readily available to all of the performers. And, that brings up a couple of other things. Mom, La Femelle Erotik is where we get our sexiest clothing. They are an Organization business, too. You won't be connected with La Minette for very long before you get to shop in La Femelle Erotik. Believe me, it is quite an experience. Mary, Yvette told us that they had decided to leave you in La Minette. She said that, because of your contact with the University, such public exposure as you would receive in one of the sex palaces might lead to some very nasty situations at the university. And mom, nothing was said about your future since Yvette had not known that you would be coming here on a permanent basis. I didn't bring your name up. I thought it would be better if you had some time to think things over. I am certain that whatever you decide will be okay with the Organization."

"And I guess that you are, indirectly, asking me to school you two on how to perform on stage?"

"Yes, if you would. Neither one of us has any experience in doing these things."

"You must know that I will help you in any way that I can. First, I must ask you a question. Have either one of you ever seduced a man?" Our silence was her answer. "Performing on the stage in something of a sexual nature is exactly like seduction. The audience -- made up mostly of men -- are there in order to get a clear view of your tits and genitals -the things that most women will deny them and so they invest them with the nature of some kind of prizes. All you have to do is to make sure that they get their view of your private parts in as an alluring and teasing manner as possible. Can you dance?" We both nodded. "That is all that is really required. A performance consists of basically two stages: getting onto the stage and moving about. This is not ballet, so normal movements are all that is required. The final touch to every performance is the costume and what and how easily it reveals the various portions of your body. Did Yvette tell you that there would be restrictions upon how much nudity you could show?" I shook my head. "That is really good. That means that you need not be concerned with covering certain portions of your body. In the old days, even the nipples had to be covered with pasties in order to meet the decency standards. So, your show will be more like a Carney sideshow than a performance in the best of theaters. Sweetie, this is one thing that I doubt you know. Your grandmother and I used to spend most of our summers in a sideshow with the circus. It was one helluva lot of fun. Okay, let's begin. Wait here for a minute or so while I rummage through some of the stuff I brought with me."

Mom was gone for just a few minutes and, when she returned, she was carrying two copies of some kind of device in her hand. Kayla and Mary were sitting upon the only couch that I had so that, when mom told me to drop my short skirt, I turned slightly to my right and presented Kayla and Mary with just a glimpse of my hip and mound. The problem was with mom. For some dastardly reason, she knelt upon the floor directly in front of the couch so I had no alternative other than to turn so I faced Kayla and Mary directly. It was strange. I had been in many sexual situations with these very same females, but I had never seen them naked nor had they looked upon my naked body. Mom looked up at me and said,

"Ah, just as I thought, I was sure that I had seen a gold ring just above your slit and there it is. Now, all we have to do is to attach this little wonder to your ring and you will be set to go."

The little wonder that she spoke about was a golden ring with ten or twelve strands of some kind of golden filament attached to it. These strands were just about the thickness of threads, but, after she attached the ensemble to my ring, I realized that they were much heavier than just thread. The filigree hung down along my mound and draped itself just over my enlarged clit.

"Okay. You are ready. Now I am going to turn on the CD player and all I want you to do is to walk around the room in time with the music. Don't try to create any fancy dance steps. Trust me, just ordinary walking will do, but do stay in time with the music."

When the music began, mom held up her hand for me to wait and then she began waving her hand as though she were conducting an orchestra. She was giving me the tempo of the music and, when she thought I was ready, she vigorously nodded her head. Some what hesitantly, I took my first steps. Then I noticed that mom was giving me the signal to speed it up. I started a smooth circuit about the living room and for the first two or three circuits, I could see no sense in what I was doing. Then, I began to relax and I was abruptly made aware of what that golden filigree was doing. The threads of the filigree hung down from the ring in such a fashion that -- as I stepped about the room -- they repeatedly struck my enlarged girly clit! Another circuit and my girly clit was beginning to become erect. I sensed the beginnings of a massive orgasm deep within my belly and, as I progressed, so did that orgasm. I was no longer reticent about parading about the room. That damn filigree felt so very good each time it slammed onto my girly clit that I could not just remain stationary -- I needed and strenuously desired the effects I was feeling! Whether I was still with the music or not, I didn't know, but I didn't give a damn. I had lost all touch with my female audience and I was rapidly slipping into a world of my own. The walls of my apartment slipped out of my view and disappeared.

Then, suddenly and with a starling jolt, I knew that I was once more in that remote African village! I looked up and I saw every member of the village and a large number of the apes standing about me! They were staring at me. I slowly slid to the ground and, keeping my feet upon the earth and my legs wide apart, I boosted my hips so that my cunt was aimed straight at the onlookers. I began bumping my hips in the age-old style of fucking and this made those golden threads exert even more stimuli upon my girly clit. I very definitely felt the force of the eyes that were trained upon my cunt. The force of those eyes was being driven up and into me! Without any warning whatsoever, my orgasm burst upon me. But strange as that might seem, the impetus for my orgasm did not subside! I remained perched upon a huge mountain of orgasms and, one after-another, they tore through my guts. I think I could have remained in this orgiastic state forever, but a soft voice intruded upon my fantastic enjoyment.

"Olivia! Olivia! Olivia, where are you?"

"Huh?"

"Where are you?"

I shook my head and stared about me. The huts of the village were gone as were the natives and the apes. Once more, I was lying on the floor of my living room and mom was gently shaking me.

"I am right here."

Mom slipped her hands under my shoulders and helped me to get to my feet. Then, as I stood there, she led me over to the couch. She was looking down to where Kayla was sitting. In a quite natural way, my eyes followed her gaze downward. I was amazed to see that Kayla was sitting with a towel bunched up between her legs! I quickly shifted my gaze to Mary and saw, at once, that she, too, had a towel between her legs. Not only did she have the self-same towel between her legs, but she reached across to me and handed me a similar towel. I was about to ask them the reasons for this when mom spoke to Kayla.

"Okay, sweetie. Now it is your turn!"

At first, Kayla sort of slid deeper into the cushions of the couch, but, as mom continued to exert unspoken pressure upon her, she grudgingly rose and stood.

"Slip out of your skirt."

At this point, Kayla was reconciled to the idea that there was no escape so she slowly and deliberately undid the zipper that held her skirt together. As her skirt slid to the floor, I was amazed. We had been involved in many sexual sessions, but I had never really seen Kayla naked and I was truly surprised at just how attractive she was. Her skin was smooth and unblemished. Her hips were small, but her buttocks were round and very well proportioned. Of course, I had seen her tits before and yet I was amazed when I saw them in conjunction with the rest of her naked body. She was an exceptionally attractive female. As I was busy staring at Kayla's body, mom was busily attaching the dangler to Kayla's ring.

"Now remember, Kayla. Stand still while the music begins and then gradually let your body and feet move in time with the music. When you are actually performing, you should stay behind the curtain until you are in perfect time with your music and then -- and only then -- will you step out upon the stage." At this point, mom turned to me, "I strongly suggest that the two of you insist upon there being a pole somewhere on that stage. Then, as you feel your climax approaching, you can grab onto that and support yourself as you come. Besides, dry-fucking the pole in your naked state will be very exciting for your audience and yourself. Hold onto the pole as your climax hits you and then you can gracefully slide down the pole to the floor. Okay, Kayla, let's see how you do."

Mom reset the player and waited for the music to begin. When it did, she held Kayla by the arm until she was moving her feet and hips in time with the music. Then she released her and Kayla began the first of several circuits about the room. For the first three or four circuits, I could not detect any change in Kayla's attitude or body movements. Then, I noticed that she had slightly bent her knees and widened the space between her feet. She was beginning to go into a slight crouch. The filigree that mom had attached to her belly ring was plastered against her clit! Her stance and attitude changed dramatically and rapidly from that time onward. The constant touching of her extended clit was producing the desired effect. Mary leaned over to me and whispered into my ear,

"She's working up to her come!"

"Is that what I looked like?"

"Almost exactly the same. Somehow, that doodad has the same effect upon you both. Watch how it causes her to lose contact with this world!"

There was no doubt in my mind but what this statement was true. Kayla was moving her hips in time with the music and maintaining a strong fucking motion. I was staring straight into her now open cunt and it was weeping with her juices. Now, I realized why Mary had given me the towel. I was juicing as though a dam inside of my cunt had broken. Kayla's reactions were resulting in a gushing of her cunt juices. Once she reached a certain point, her orgasm seemed to roar through her body with the speed of an avalanche. Her collapse onto the floor was done in a very graceful manner and the initiation of the fucking movements of her hips was not only exciting but extremely dramatic. I couldn't help myself and I stared intently at the crimson gash that was her cuntal opening. I had to restrain myself for I nearly fell upon her. I knew that Mary was feeling somewhat the same for her breathing had become shallow and very rapid. Somehow, Kayla had developed a knack for moving in such a way that it drew the excitement from her audience. I envied her this innate ability for I thought that I was awfully clumsy in attempting any kind of performance. Gently, mom shook her awake. 

"Kayla, where were you?"

Sleepily, Kayla answered, "I was on the reservation and in one of the cabins we used. Strangely enough, all of the braves were just standing around staring at my cunt. And, the stares of their eyes seemed to penetrate deeply into me!" Kayla then turned and looked directly at me and I provided her with my answer.

"I was in the village with the natives and the apes and their stares affected me in exactly the same fashion as you experienced."

Somehow, my description of my mental experience seemed to ease Kayla's anxiety.

"Okay, girls, it is time that you understand what you are going to do."

"But, mom, I still don't know the first thing about dancing on the stage."

"Honey, you have just taught yourself what it is that you are to do. Look, years ago, it was illegal to display any nudity at all. Those of us who performed in the specialty clubs had to wear, 'pasties' over our nipples. Then, society changed a little and wearing one of these dangling screens on our crotch was ruled to satisfy the requirement that we not be naked. Your granny and I were fortunate in that we discovered what kind of stimulation this little thing could give us. Our performances got better and better because we were more and more excited. 

You must realize that every man in your audience has seen the bare genitals of untold numbers of women so that is not what you are going to supply them."

I couldn't hold back, so I asked, "Well. Just what is it that we are going to show them?"

"You are going to indirectly invite them into your most private chamber and give them the privilege of watching you masturbate yourself to an orgasm. Your masturbation is your dance! Believe me, this is not something that most men have ever witnessed so they will be enthralled. As your dance progresses, every man will be stroking his cock and trying to bring himself to an orgasm along with you. And every female body in the audience will react in exactly the same manner as yours has here as you watched Kayla fuck herself! Only, instead of the filigree, they will rely upon their fingers! This will be the most arousing dance that you can give to your audience. And, I'll bet that, within mere weeks of your first appearances, your audience will contain as many females as males. You will be exposing yourselves in a most intimate manner."

Kayla spoke then. "That may all be well for the common audience, but what about the audience in the exclusive club? Won't they want more of a show?"

"You are exactly right, but all we need do is to clothe you in an exceedingly revealing gown. One possibility is some form of an Arabian night's costume with your breasts open and supported by one of those itsy-bitsy bras that you both wear and your legs, 'covered' by diaphanous leggings. Of course, those leggings will not be closed in the crotch area. Remember, these may be the rich crowd, but, basically, they are still sex-hungry human beings or they wouldn't be in this kind of a place. They will react in exactly the same manner as the more common-folk. Cocks will be stroked and cunts will be fingered. Talk about audience participation....well no one could ever hope to beat this!"




Olivia Ch. 11



As it turned out, neither Kayla nor I were destined to be employed because of our dancing abilities! It was our other talents that interested the Organization! 



Olivia Ch. 12



When the phone rang, I was surprised to hear Kayla's voice.

"Hi, Kayla how are you doing?"

"Olivia I'm doing pretty good, how about you?"

"Not bad. Have you heard anything more about our dancing assignments? I haven't heard a thing from Yvette and it has been nearly five months since she first told us about what the organization was going to do. Several times, I've been tempted to either call her or go over to La Minette to find out what was happening."

"Well, I have found out something. Last night was one of Bill's nights with me and, instead of suggesting that we stay at home, he came up with the idea of going to the Common club. I didn't even know it was finished much less open for business."

"How was it?"

"It wasn't at all what I expected. First off, they don't have any floor shows as such. They have an emcee who encourages the women in the audience to shuck off their clothes and get up on the elevated stage and dance for the whole bunch. I was really surprised at the number of females who were willing to show off every bit of their....ahem... attractions. And, some of them weren't all that bad as dancers. The real surprise came when we first entered. I was shocked when I saw that nearly every man in the audience had his cock out and was fingering it! In some cases, couples were fucking right there in the audience. It was one hell of an orgy!"

"Holy Cow! What did you do?"

"I let Bill lead me down to a couple of seats and we sat down. I had to crawl over some guy to get to my seat and his hand shot up under my skirt and gave my butt a tweak! I looked back at him and he just winked! When Bill and I were finally in our seats, I sat there with Bill's cock in my left hand and a complete stranger's cock in my right hand. Girl, it was really great -- at least up to the point where the two of them shot their gunk all over my hands. I got up and fought my way to the rest room so as to get that stuff off of me before it dried. I don't know how many times my butt and my pussy were fondled on that trip. The whole damn thing is one huge public sex groping! As I was returning to my seat, I ran into Yvette. I must admit that she looked a little the worse for wear. She volunteered that she had been there since the early evening and she, like all of the other females, had undergone a constant grappling and rubbing. 

I took the opportunity to ask what we were expected to do and when. She said that we were to be the leading dancers. She told me that they expect that one of us will jump up on the stage whenever things get too slow and act as a draw for the other women. Bill said when I told him about this, that we were to be the shills to encourage other females to bare it all - so much for our dancing careers."

"Well, did you?"

"Get up on that stage, you mean? Not on your life! Besides, there seemed to be a steady stream of eager beavers who wanted to show off their butts and their pussies so there wasn't any call for my services. To be honest, it was something of a let down. I felt like the Judas goat we sometimes used back on the ranch. It would lead all of the others in the flock to the shearing barn and then it would be sent back out to pasture. If that don't describe what we are expected to do -- well my name ain't Kayla Magillicuddy.

"Did you get any info on how the Exclusive club goes?"

"Bill seemed to know what goes on in there and he said, except for some long gowns and tuxedos, it was just more of the same. And, the average age of the females in the Exclusive club was a goodly number of years more than those in the Common club. Of course, he has only been inside that club as an onlooker."

"What's Yvette going to do with us?"

"I don't really know, but I think that we are to just be held in reserve in case the enthusiasm of the customers -- the females, that is -- drops off. Then, you can bet your bottom dollar, that we will get a call right away. If you can scrounge up a date -- male, that is -- it wouldn't be a bad idea to give it the once over. My advice would be that you go prepared for a lot of cock!" 

She was roaring with laughter when she hung up her phone.

"Well, what has Kayla got to tell us?"

So the next hour or so was spent by me relaying Kayla's messages about her exploits in the Common club and Bill's description of the Exclusive club. Mom's only reaction was to ask,

"Do you think Bill could chaperone the two of us?"

It wasn't very long after Kayla's phone call that I got my summons. Yvette's message was short and sweet. 

"Olivia, we want you to attend the Exclusive club tonight. Your escort will be another member by the name of Gilbert. He should arrive at your place about ten or eleven."

As was her usual procedure, she didn't give me any opportunity to answer. I didn't get any chance to point out to her that tonight was Friday night and the scheduled time for the remaining Horny Harlots to meet for dinner at La Minette. It was just assumed that I would agree with whatever terms she announced and so I did. I had been ready for about half an hour when the bell to our apartment rang.

"Olivia? I am Gilbert and I have a car. How long will it be before you are ready?"

"I am ready now, but I still need a few minutes to apply the final touches to my makeup."

I had no idea what kind of man Gilbert would be so, when a very handsome gentleman stepped forward and took my hand, I was pleasantly surprised. The car was chauffeur-driven so, once we were settled in the back seat, it moved smoothly out into the traffic. I took this opportunity to quiz Gilbert.

"Have you ever been to the Exclusive Club before?'

"Yes. I often escort senior female members of the organization to the club."

"Am I dressed appropriately?"

"Certainly. Oh, you'll see some of the older women in evening gowns, but most will be in the short style that is so prevalent today. You will fit right in. When we arrive, you may notice the women who enter the club dropping a card into a greeting box just inside the door. While the entertainment is strictly volunteer, cards are drawn from the greeting box and whoever's name is drawn is expected to give some kind of performance. The emcee has your card in his hand at all times so, if one of the paying guests declines to entertain the crowd, he will call your name as a substitute. From that point on, it is all up to you."

"What sort of an audience will I face?"

"Oh, I think it is a rather ordinary group. They are all rich as Croesus, but like most people you may have encountered, they do like their sex. The purpose of the club is to provide them with the privacy and comfort to let down their hair. There will be young and old- both men and women. Some men bring dates and they are almost always young chicks and the women are the same and their dates are young men -- as you might surmise. In many cases, husbands and wives often separate once they enter the club. All of the people present will have roving hands -- especially the men, but a significant number of women will feel you up, too."

"What about you? Are you to stay with me throughout the evening?"

"Not at all. My job is to just get you inside the door! Oh, thanks. Your question brings up another point." He reached into his jacket pocket and brought out a small leather card case. He extracted a card and handed it to me. "This is your credit card for whatever you might wish to purchase. Watch what you drink for it would be severely frowned upon if you tried to get up onto the stage and then fell off in a drunken stupor -- not to say extremely embarrassing."

"You needn't worry. I am not a big fan of alcohol so one -- or two at the most -- will be my limit."

I had been so absorbed in listening to Gilbert's briefing that I had not paid any attention to where we were. So, it came as a surprise when the car pulled into the curb and Gilbert announced that we had arrived. It was with some relief that I noticed that there was a goodly crowd slowly filing into the club entrance. And, in addition, I quickly noticed that most were wearing the same kind of brief attire as I. Some skirts were even shorter than mine so, as the wearer mounted the steps to the entrance, their complete crotch area was exposed to view. Under panties were notable for their absence. As Gilbert had said, there was a young girl standing just inside the door with a box in her hand. The top of the box had a slit cut into it and practically every female who entered pushed a card through that slit. I couldn't help but wonder if pushing their cards through that slit didn't presage something much bigger being pushed through and into another slit before the night was over. The girl obviously recognized Gilbert for he merely waved at her and we swept into the club proper. I had assumed from his earlier remarks that Gilbert would leave me almost at once, but this was not the case. Instead, he took my arm and led me to a table close to the elevated stage. Once I was seated, he was gone! A waiter magically appeared and asked if I cared for a drink. I ordered my usual and, when I offered him my credit card, he smiled in a somewhat leering manner and told me that they all knew who I was and that the card would not be required. He turned and almost before he left, another tuxedo-clad gentleman slid into the other chair. His greeting was brief and to the point. I sucked in my breath in astonished surprise as his hand shot up along the inside of my thigh and his fingers curled around my cunt lips. For the life of me, I couldn't think of a single thing to say and all he did was sit there staring at me and smiling as his fingers worked their way into my body! Fortunately, the emcee took this time to appear and begin his spiel in preparation for drawing the first entertainment card. This caught the attention of my silent, forceful lover. While he didn't withdraw his hand nor did he stop his finger actions, he did turn to the stage to watch the proceedings there. Needless to say, my card was not drawn.

Instead, it was a woman who was easily mom's age. She didn't hesitate at all. The music began and she swept into a dance the like of which I had never seen before. I made a mental note to ask mom about it later. From the ease and grace with which she began dancing and the type of movements she employed, I guessed that, at some time in the past, she had danced in burlesque. Her movements were smooth and exceptionally efficient. Two circuits about the stage and her top was off and her tits were bare. Another two circuits and her skirt was no longer covering her lower regions and her slit and the crack of her ass were both visible. From the calls and shouts of the audience, this lady was obviously known to a great many of them. My finger merchant leaned over and said,

"Ain't she a beaut? That's my wife!"

Once more, I was truck dumb. I could only turn and look him in the eyes. Then it occurred to me. In many of these cases, it was stimulating for the men to watch their women parade themselves before the eyes of other men and to realize that they were drawing looks that embodied raw desire. As the music neared its' end, the dancer came over to a point directly in front of our table and, once there, she squatted down with her legs spread widely apart and showed her husband -- and me -- her hairy cunt lips. There was a teasing smile playing around her sweaty mouth and even I, as inexperienced in lip reading as I am, could easily decipher her message. The message said, "Wait until later!" My lover's fingers shot several more inches up into my cunt when he saw this. The applause was loud and tumultuous as she bowed her way off the stage. I wasn't certain that my self-pleasing routine could equal or top this performance.

The woman acknowledged the audience's applause and then stepped down off the stage and came directly to our table. She hadn't bothered to redress herself so I was staring at a naked version of my mother. As she seated herself, she said to her husband,

"For God's sake, Henry, get your fingers out of this young woman and go and get me a drink. I am bone dry after that little bit of exercise."

How she had known that her husband was busily fingering my cunt was beyond me, but she was exactly on the mark. What was even more astonishing were her actions following this little speech. As Henry pulled his hand away from my cunt, her hand speedily took its' place! I looked at her with surprise written on my face.

"Oh, come on, honey. You wouldn't deny an old trooper a little feel -- now would you?"

I tried to ignore her hand and the fingers that were thrusting in and out of my cunt by starting a conversation with her. 

"So, you were on the stage? Your dancing certainly indicated that you had, at one time, performed before other audiences."

"Sure, I was in burlesque for a number of years. That's where I got over my fear of being nude in front of a lot of people. And believe me, some of the audiences that I danced for were pretty rough. I didn't scare you off, did I?"

"What do you mean?"

"Honey, it is obvious that you are the standby dancer. Otherwise, you wouldn't be sitting alone and this close to the stage. Ooh! What's this that I feel? Are you planning to do the Dutch spanking dance?" Her fingers had flipped my gold filigree backwards and forwards.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know any dance by that name."

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see. Each night at about this point in the festivities, the number of volunteers gets smaller and smaller so your name is probably coming up next."

Sure enough, the emcee had just called out, "OLIVIA!"

I surprised myself with the ease with which I rose and stepped up onto the stage. I had expected to be fighting this action all the way, but I didn't. I walked to the curtain that guarded the rear of the stage and, in one quick motion, stepped behind it. I was prepared and with one swift motion, I slipped a length of the Haoma stick into my ass! In this manner, I was trying to prevent the torrent of juice that normally would spew out of my cunt. I was startled by how rapidly that Haoma stick began arousing my eagerness for some kind of sexual fulfillment. Lazily, I stepped back out upon the stage and took my place in the spotlight. I paraded around the stage twice and some of the more eager audience members began shouting for me to, "Take it off!" I refused to be stampeded into action before I felt that I was ready. As the second time around brought me back to the curtain that covered the rear of the stage, I kept my back to the audience and rather suggestively unbuttoned my thin blouse. When all of the buttons were undone and with my back still facing the audience, I removed my blouse, waved it at the audience and then threw it to one side. This brought loud cheers from the audience. I spun around and gave them their first view of my tits. The combination of having pumped them up just before leaving for this show and the dainty quarter-cup bra, stuck my tits and nipples out in front of me like two canons. The crowd began whistling and cheering so I walked slowly around the stage while all the time swinging my tits from side to side. I gave them two opportunities to see my majestic tits before stopping once more in front of the curtain with my back aimed at the audience. Then, as slow as I could, I unzipped my skirt and ever so slow, I allowed it to droop from my hips and then fall completely off. The reaction when I turned around and gave the audience its' first look at my enlarged cunt lips and the flashing filigree between my legs caused the audience to collectively draw in its' breath. Then, while, 'bumping' my hips I began my masturbatory trip to the front of the stage. There, I stopped and gave the entire audience its' first full glimpse of my, 'spanking routine'. The effects of the Haoma stick and the slapping of my enlarged clit by the golden filigree soon had me fired with sexual desire. I turned to the left and spanked my clit several times before reversing my position and facing to the right. Another quarter turn and I was facing frontwards.

By this time, the audience had taken to clapping in time with my hip movements and, each time that filigree smote my clit, it felt as though I had been struck by a bolt of lightening. My inner arousal rose higher and higher and I knew that I was not far from my orgasm. My gaze became dim and I could no longer make out the faces of the audience. All I knew was that I desperately wanted that orgasm to rip into my guts. Someone in the audience must have realized what was happening for suddenly a loud clear voice screamed out, 

"She's coming! Oh, my God, she's coming! She's coming!"

And, I certainly was coming. The voices of the audience rose in time with their clapping and all I could hear was, "She's coming! She's coming! She's coming!" The effect of this was to increase the volcanic qualities of my onrushing orgasm. Suddenly, abruptly, I stood absolutely still. The voices of the audience gradually stilled as I stood there for what seemed to be an eternity. Then, I began to tremble as the orgasm raced along each and every nerve path in my body. I slowly collapsed upon the stage floor. Instinctively, I planted my feet firmly upon the floor and, with my knees elevated and my legs apart, I began humping as that orgasm tore through me. The world, insofar as I was concerned, consisted of the ceiling of that sexual arena. Then, my sight of even that faded and I was out.

I was still a bit groggy when the emcee helped me to my feet. The audience was going wild, but I was just barely making it. Somehow, the emcee got me off that stage and into the back, dressing area. He handed me a glass of something. It burned going down, but it re-fired my spirits when it hit bottom. From somewhere, Gilbert appeared and took me by the arm.

"Come on, girl. After a performance like that, we are going home!"

Then, as Gilbert led me out through the back of the club, the Emcee came up to me and handed me a plastic-covered card.

"Olivia, this is your permanent credit card for use here in the Exclusive Club. You will be admitted at any time simply by showing this card at the door although, to be honest, after tonight I am certain that you will be promptly recognized. Drinks are, as always, 'On the house'. We have had many performances, but yours tops them all! Goodnight and we look forward to having you dance for us again."

I did discover one fact after my performance. That, 'Dutch spanking' that I had administered to myself took more out of me than a regular climax. In fact, it took much, much more. It took me most of the next day to recover from my terpsichorean experience. When I finally awoke and realized that it was late on Saturday, I wondered why mom had not come in to see me. I rolled out of bed and began looking for her. She was nowhere to be found. And that certainly surprised me. I slipped out of the door and stepped across to Mary's door. She answered my knock almost at once.

"Hi, I was hoping that I would get a chance to see you today. How did your performance go? I am assuming that you did have to dance?"

"Yeah, I danced alright so much so that it really knocked me out, but my reason for coming over was to ask you if you know anything about Jane's where abouts? She is not at home and she hasn't left me any kind of message."

"I really don't know where she might be. She came over to see me last night and asked me if I would go to La Minette with her since it was our usual night. I had to decline for the University had scheduled a faculty meeting that was to be followed with a big dinner so I couldn't make our usual La Minette visit. I could tell that she was disappointed, but all she did was to say she understood and then she turned and went back into your apartment. And, that's the last I saw of her. I might suggest that you go and talk to Yvette. She may have seen her."




Olivia Ch. 12



That seemed to be a very good idea so I thanked her, scurried back into my apartment, got dressed and took off for La Minette. I was hoping that it was late enough on this Saturday afternoon that Yvette would be at La Minette -and she was.

"Olivia I have heard nothing today but really great remarks about your show last night. Apparently you wowed the entire audience. Several stopped at the office to ask when you would be back and that is about the best accolade you can expect. Now, we will have to wait and see how well Kayla does. I called her earlier to tell her that she was on for tonight in the Common Club. Now, what can I do for you?"

"Uh, I'm a little at a loss for words. I've got a personal problem that I'm hoping you may be able to help me with. When I finally woke up this morning, Jane was not in the apartment. That, by its' self, would not be so strange, but she usually leaves me a note or something to tell me where she is going and roughly how long she expects to be gone. Mary told me that she was talking about coming here last night and I was just wondering.......?"

"Sure. She showed up about the regular time last night and seemed to be enjoying herself. She 'danced' with at least four of our other customers, but, as we approached closing time, I didn't see her anywhere. I asked around and no one had seen her leave and her car was still in the parking lot. Then, a couple of the kitchen staff recalled seeing two women leave by the back door and, from their descriptions, I'm almost certain that they were Jane and that weird Miss Jensen. When I got to work today, her car was still parked in the lot and it didn't look as though it had been moved. Other than that, I have no idea where or when she might have gone."

"Would you have the Jensen's address or phone number?"

"No. Sorry. Since you all worked at the same place, couldn't you get it from your people?"

"I don't know, but I will sure as hell give it a try. Thanks for the help."

As soon as I returned to the apartment, I called our personnel department at work. Fortunately, there was a skeleton crew at work and I was able to get to a girl that I knew. I explained that I needed the phone number for Mr. Jensen and she was either too lazy or too knowledgeable about affairs such as this that she didn't question my reasons for asking for the information. I hesitated for a few minutes before calling for I didn't know what I would do if I reached Mr. Jensen since he was totally deaf. Finally, I couldn't bear to wait any longer so I called. I got a voice mail recording. I didn't want to try explaining my reasons for calling to a recording so I hung up. I allowed about a half hour and I called again with the same result. Another call and still that recording. By now, I had been calling for nearly two hours so I decided to give it one more try. This time, a rather angry voice answered the phone. It was Miss Jensen.

"For God's sake, don't you ever give up! All you had to do was to leave a message and I would have returned your call. Now that you have interrupted my afternoon, what is it that you want?"

"Miss Jensen, this is Olivia and I am trying to reach Jane. I asked the people at La Minette and they seemed to recall the two of you leaving together. Is she, by any chance, with you?"

I held my breath while I waited for her answer. Then she said, 

"Yes, of course. She is with us and she has agreed to spend the weekend here with us. She should be back in your apartment by Sunday evening or Monday morning at the latest."

"Uh, forgive me for asking, but what is she do......?"

"Oh, for Christ's sake. If you must know she is at this very minute on top of my son and, from the sounds that are emanating from his bed room, they both seem to be enjoying themselves immensely. Now, if you will forgive me, it is my turn to administer a little excitement to her and I would not want to miss my opportunity. Please, don't bother calling again for I shall disconnect this phone as soon as I hang up!"

And she was gone!



Olivia Ch. 13



I spent a very nerve-wracking weekend waiting for mom's return. I didn't have to guess what she and the Jensen's had been engaged in doing, but thinking about the specifics, caused me no end of concern. I couldn't help but wonder, "Were they fucking during the whole weekend? And, if so, how was mom bearing up under that kind of pressure?" The general office opinion of the Jensen's was that they were not only weird in a number of ways, but that they both were probably extremely super sexed. I couldn't shake the thought that the two of them might combine to actually fuck mom to death! That weekend was one of the worst of my life.

On Monday, I called in sick. I was determined to be present when mom came home. I was so nervous that I couldn't stomach any breakfast and so I existed upon a cup of coffee. Finally, near lunchtime, I gave in and called the office in which the Jensen's worked. After some discussion with their outside secretary, I got through to Miss Jensen.

"Hello, Miss Jensen?"

"Yes?"

"This is Olivia. I am certain that you will know me. This past weekend, my mother, Jane, left La Minette with you or so some of the people at La Minette have told me. Since she hasn't returned home, I was wondering if you had any idea where she might be?" 

"Oh, yes, of course. She is staying with us. We had a very enjoyable weekend and she decided to accept our invitation to stay on. We are sorry if this has caused you any undue concern and worry. Be assured that Jane is quite well and, I'm glad to say, very happy with us. When she is ready, I am sure that she will return to your place. Ta-Ta."

I wasn't totally satisfied with that, but since she had assured me that mom was okay, I tried to put my concerns to one side.

My performances in the new clubs picked up both in frequency and acceptance by the audiences. As I completed more and more appearances in the nude, I began to take a huge delight in the sudden reactions of the audiences to my presence on stage. Mom had been absolutely correct in her judgment of the audience's reactions to watching a female turn from a cool dancer into a shuddering, quivering mass of human flesh as her orgasm ripped through her entire body. Watching an orgasm being created right in front of them really increased their excitement and enthusiasm. I was concerned by one other facet of my dancing and that was the fact that it seemed to me that the audiences were becoming wilder in their reactions to my presence on stage. I noticed this particularly when performing at the more exclusive club. Heretofore, those audiences had been just a tad on the reserved side, but now they, too, seemed to be affected by just my presence. I put it all down to the success of my unabashed sexual performance and I went on my merry way displaying my body and its' reactions for one and all to see. 

I became so eager about my appearances on stage that I lost track of time. I was suddenly brought crashing back to earth when Kayla abruptly announced that she was going to have to stop performing and return to the family ranch. Without any warning, her mother had been diagnosed with advanced cervical cancer and was not expected to survive for very long. So, Kayla gave her notice and began her preparations for returning to the family home. At first, all I could see was that I would, in all probability, be expected to pick up her portion of the performance load, but, as I slyly admitted to myself, that would only result in more opportunities for me to strut my stuff in front of more audiences.

Then, out of the blue, it occurred to me that I had not heard word one from mom in over five months! I called Miss Jensen the very next day after Kayla made her announcement. I expected a rather cool reception, but she was, in all reality, very gracious in answering my questions regarding mom's current status. In fact, she volunteered to see that mom paid me a visit in the near future so we could talk over whatever problems there might be. I pressed her for a definite date and she finally agreed that she would bring mom by the apartment on the next Saturday. I was greatly relieved by this occurrence, but I was still somewhat leery of Miss Jensen's easy agreement. Knowing the type of female that she was, made me wonder what she might have in mind for mom and just possibly, me!

Before mom's visit could occur, Mary stopped in to see me one evening. She was very obviously upset and it took some cajoling on my part to get her to tell me the particulars. It seemed that, late that very afternoon, a fellow professor had stopped in to see her and while they were discussing some university problems, the two of them frantically began taking advantage of one another. To use Mary's exact words, 'I don't know how it happened, but, all of a sudden, he had me spread out on my desk and was fucking the hell out of me! When we completed our unplanned tryst, he hurriedly pushed his cock back inside of his pants and, in a very embarrassed manner, stammered that he was extremely sorry and that this must never happen again. He left me there with my cunt dripping his jism and my legs up in the air! But..but..but, Olivia! I had to admit to myself that I liked what had happened and I wasn't in the least way put out by this sudden attack. Can you help me?"

I shook my head for I had no idea what had caused this sudden assault. Little did I know that I was to learn the cause of this and other actions that had perplexed me in the recent past. No one had jumped on my body and fucked me. At least, not yet, but practically everyone back stage had become very familiar in the way in which they wished me good luck before a performance. It had become commonplace for each and every one of them to touch my butt and, as some of them did, slide their hands down between my legs. I had just put this down to a rather strange procedure customarily performed by the people in the entertainment business. Still, I, like Mary, could not deny that I rather liked this kind of very personal attention. The upcoming visit with mom tended to push these happenings to the back of my mind and I thought no more about either of them.

FINALLY! It was Saturday and mom was to visit with me. I was as nervous as a young girl on her first date. I had to tell myself to calm down for after all, it was my mother who was coming on this day. Still, I jumped as though I had received an electric shock when the doorbell sounded.

Mom looked great! Her eyes were shinning and her smile was broad and warm. She was, however, dressed in a more risqué manner than I had known her to employ before. Her dress, if it could be called that, was a single length of cloth that was draped over her shoulders and secured about her waist with an immense western-style belt. The top of this, 'dress' was open down to almost her navel and it was clear that she was only wearing a lacy shelf-style bra to support her tits. As my eyes traveled downward to her crotch, I could not miss the sight of a very dark area in what must have been her vaginal area.

"Have I changed that much?"

"uh..uh.. What do you mean?"

"You are standing there staring at me as if you have never seen me before!"

I was stumped. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to blurt out that I was astonished and locked into staring at her pronounced sexual features. Still, I couldn't think of a thing to say. Then, without any thought whatsoever, I blurted out, "Its' your perfume! I've never known you to wear perfume before!" 

She chuckled and said, 'Honey, that's not perfume. That is the aroma my new pet puts out. Do you like it?"

"It is ....different," and then I quickly added, "But not unpleasant. Where do you get it?"

"I don't need to even look for it. It is with me every moment of every day. Aren't you even going to greet your long lost mother?"

As she said this, she stepped forward until she was almost touching me and, after taking hold of my hand, pushed it inside her gaping dress-top and placed it upon her warm, soft tit! It was the accepted La Minette greeting that followed the question of, 'Do you care to dance?' Somehow, this gesture had taken on an intensive sexual connotation and I was taken aback by her actions. She held my hand against her tit and then began moving the two of us towards my couch. Once more, I was thrown for a loop and I was without any thoughts of what to say. This was too unexpected for me to cope with it quickly.

"How is it? Living with the Jensen's, I mean? Are you the only other person in the house?"

"It is great! And, no, there is a maid so I make the fourth."

Our conversation, such as it was, had paused and it didn't show signs of continuing. I had once more regained some of my composure so I pushed the conversation onward.

"Well, for Pete's sake! Tell me what it is like!"

"Oh, please. Don't be impatient. I'll tell you all there is to know about the Jensen clan. First off, you must realize that the house is completely and utterly silent. Of course, the son -- oh, I guess that I should start with their id system. There is the son; the mother; and the maid and only the mother and I are able to speak. The son, as you know, is deaf and the maid is both deaf and speechless. So, there is practically no verbal interaction at all. They and their house are primarily devoted to sex. When someone enters the house, they first encounter a rather large foyer that has two doors -- one on either side -- leading off from that foyer. The door on the right leads into a dressing room where the son and the mother keep their, 'outside' clothing. The door on the left leads into a small sitting room where guests are allowed to enter. In all the time I have been there, no guests have ever arrived. At the end of the foyer, the people face another door and this door has two very large, finely etched glass panels on either side of it. Guests never get this far inside the house for, if they did, they would probably be alarmed when they discovered that those glass panels each displayed extremely wild and raw sexual scenes. In order to pass through this door, you must be totally naked! And, what is more, during your stay in this house, clothing is not allowed! That is why the dressing room is positioned off to one side of the foyer. In the mornings when the son and the mother get ready for work, they dress there and, in the evening when they return, they shed their clothing in that room." Here, she paused.

"Honey, you haven't felt at ease since I arrived. Is stroking your mother's tit bothering you?"

Again, without warning, she had thrown me for a loop.

"Er...No, it doesn't really bother me at all. It was just unexpected."

"Would you like to stroke my pussy? I know that you have always wanted to do that. Here, put your hand upon my pet and see if you can make her purr."

She had somehow loosened that belt and that excuse for a dress had fallen completely open and she was naked from her neck to her feet. I looked at her exposed body and I had to admit that it possessed a certain magnetic power to draw my gaze. She had a coquettish look on her face and her eyes dared me to touch her vagina. Before I could act, her hand slid down onto her bushy pubic hair and her first two fingers invitingly spread her lips apart until the soft pinkish insides of her cunt were visible to me. I gulped at this blatant display of her wanton sexual appetite and made an attempt to get the conversation re-started.

"Mom! Your nipples and your... ahem... nether lips are black!"

Her explanation was simple and direct. "The son prefers black tits and pussies." There was nothing I could say to this so, for a few minutes, we were silent. Then, she resumed her discussion of the Jensen's and their household.

"The son has two interests in life: his work and sex. The mother also has two interests in life: the son and sex. The maid and I have just the one interest in life and that is sex. By the way, she is a mountain of a woman. Easily over six feet tall and heavy even for her size. Her tits are like two melons suspended from her shoulders and they reach almost to her belly button. Her butt is immense and her thighs are bigger than your waist. Her cunt must be a foot deep. The son is rather prodigious in the sex tool area and I have seen him push the entire length of his massive tool into her without even a whimper from her. In fact, she seems to like it and she accepts this invasion without any objection or hesitation. She is a most happy person even though she is so severely handicapped. I have never seen her without a smile upon her face. To top off her somewhat grotesque façade, she has a dragon tattoo on her belly just below her belly button."

I interrupted mom to ask, "What do you do all day while the mother and the son are at work?"

"Oh, we fuck. Each other that is. One of the first gifts the mother gave me was a dildo and a harness that would hold it in a position to make it easy to fuck someone else. The mother and the son have the same kind of rig and we have some really wild nights where everybody is fucking everybody else. The son seems to really like having a twelve-inch dildo shoved all the way up his ass. The mother is not so free. Maybe it is caused by her having both sexual organs, but neither one of them is much bigger than that of a young teenager."

"But, mom. You can't fuck all day and the night, too! You just can't!" 

"Oh, we don't fuck ALL day. We spend a lot of the time looking at fuck movies and DVD's. Tell me, aren't you enjoying petting my pussy? I sure am! Can you feel her purring?"

This remark brought me to a sudden stop. Unwittingly, I had begun stroking the hair of Jane's pussy and, I must admit, it had an exciting feeling to it. I started to withdraw my hand, but Jane grabbed my wrist and held it captive flush against her pussy.

"Please, don't disappoint my pussy or she will be very unhappy."

I was perplexed by mom's constant reference to her pussy as if it were a live animal. I was becoming frightened by the possibility that in some way or other these weirdoes had upset mom's mind, but she went on as though nothing had happened.

"Have I got a surprise for you. You will never guess where the Jensen's get all of their movies and DVD's?" She paused until I shook my head. "They are all supplied by that Bill who was your friend Ava's husband. It seems that he is a whiz at installing secret cameras in the most unlikely of places. I have watched you and Kayla sucking cunts and being drilled by those lesbians with their dildos. I have witnessed practically every performance you have given in the two clubs. I have seen priests fucking nuns and nuns fucking nuns! Naturally, he has cameras located throughout the Jensen's place. So I have watched practically all of the sexual activities that have gone on in that house. Believe me these people are really innovative when it comes to thinking up new and really weird ways of getting their desires fulfilled. Oh, yes. I forgot. In addition to the dildos, each of us has a fucking machine in our room so the maid and I often retire to our room for a lengthy session of mechanical fucking. You know that the mother is not a very shapely female, but she sure can ride one of those mechanical cocks! It is not unusual to awaken in the middle of the night and hear the smooth sound of one of those machines satisfying somebody in the house. Believe me it never fails to push me into the arms of my motorized lover."

"But, mom! How many times can you come during these days and nights of nothing but sex? I would think that you would have to slow down at some time and rest. Now that I have mentioned it, just how many times do you come during a typical day of this constant sex?"

"Oh, I don't know. I have never counted them, but I'd guess that I come ten or twelve times!"

I could only look at her in disbelief and for several minutes, we merely stared at one another. Then mom resumed her conversation,

"If it weren't for something that has occurred to alter me, I would never have agreed to this visit, but there are things about our kind that I think you should know since they will affect your future, too. Do you recall mentioning my perfume when I came in?" I nodded. "And I told you that it was not a kind of perfume that you were smelling but an aroma from my pussy. At that time, you jumped to the conclusion that I was talking about a cat. I wasn't. I truly meant my pussy." 

I must have looked shocked for she stopped and took me in her arms. Even in this most tender of moments, she couldn't refrain from resting her fingers upon my pussy so there we sat -- each of us with a hand on the other's cunt!

"I think for you to understand what I am about to tell you I should go back to what Kayla said about her fears of becoming addicted. Do you remember that?" I nodded. "I don't believe that Kayla was frightened by what you and I would think of as an addiction. I think she knew that she was susceptible to a life-changing alteration that would affect her someday. What's more, I am equally certain that that change has occurred. Kayla's mother may be deathly sick and, then again, she may not, but I am certain that Kayla was desperately trying to return to the ranch and the nearby reservation."

"But mom? What would cause that? From what she said, Kayla hated that reservation and all that it had meant in the early days of her life. Why change now?"

"Honey, I can only judge her actions by what has happened to me." My incredulous look must have caused her to rapidly continue. "I am not the woman you have always known. I am decidedly different. Honey, you know how animals breed -- don't you?" I nodded. "Once every so often, the animal female goes into heat and then she will let any member of her kind fuck her to death. We human females are much the same except -- and it is an important exception -- we can go into heat at any time when we are aroused by a sight, a thought or a smell. Now, the females of all kinds of animals -- us included -- send out signals when we are ready to fuck. The only difference between humans and the animals is that our signal is so weak most people -- especially men -- never sense its' presence. However, for females of our kind, there comes a point in life when we are in heat constantly and what you have smelled was the, 'come-hither' smell of the stream of pheromones that my pussy is emitting! I am in heat right this very moment and I have been in heat since I arrived! In fact, I was in heat this morning when I woke up!"

I could only stare at mom in astonished disbelief.

"Look, honey I watched this very change take over my mother and it was she who first tried to explain it to me. Now that I am experiencing it, I understand so much more of what she tried to tell me. Females of our kind -- in one sense -- revert to an animal state at some point in our lives. Usually, that time doesn't arrive until, like me, the female is somewhat beyond middle age, but it can be triggered by any circumstance where that female is exposed to or subjected to extreme periods of sexual activity. I am certain that this is what triggered Kayla's response and I am equally certain that she has gone back to the ranch so she can be where she will be guaranteed a steady supply of males. In her case, performing in the sex clubs was probably the action that triggered her constant, 'in heat' status. That can do it so you, too, should be alert to any changes in your psyche and your libido you may begin to experience. This state of constantly being in heat can also be triggered by a sudden and quite unexpected situation that you would -- under ordinary circumstance -- classify as a sexual attack. The truth of the matter is, however, that you have triggered the male's response by emitting your pheromones."

A sudden and very graphic picture of Mary spread across her desk with her legs wide open and a hither-to relative stranger frantically fucking her flashed through my mind. Could Mary have been sending out these, 'pheromones' that mom kept referring to? This sudden revelation was quickly followed by my own recollections of strange unknown hands stroking my private parts. Was it conceivable that I was also entering this state of continuous sexual excitement? I had to know more.




Olivia Ch. 13



"Mom, what does this weird state feel like? Are you uncomfortable? Anxious? Or what?"

"Honey, you feel as though you are on a perpetual sexual trip. At this very minute, I am hoping against hope that some virile male will enter that door, throw me down and begin fucking the very life from my body. I am certain that it is this feeling that is somehow communicated to others." And, she began laughing. "The first indication I had about the onset of this change occurred strangely enough on the back porch of the Jensen's house! It was a very warm day so I was lying out on the floor of that porch -- naked, of course -- getting some rays when a workman came around the corner of the house. He stopped when he saw me and, for a minute, neither one of us moved. Sweetie I knew at once that I wanted him to fuck me so I slowly and teasingly raised my knees - thereby giving him a full and complete view of my pussy! He stared at my exposed pussy for a minute or so and then, without having said any word, he opened his pants, brought out his cock and came forward so as to push it into me. In minutes, it was all over and I was temporarily satisfied. He pulled up his pants, turned and left the yard. I have no idea who he was or what his original mission in our backyard might be. Somehow, the word has gotten around among the various meter-readers and workmen and there has developed a steady stream of them who have to, 'examine' some aspect of our house. The maid and I take turns satisfying their more basic needs and we have great fun doing it.

You still don't seem to understand that my pussy has taken over the functioning of my body. It is that cat that dictates much of what I do and it is that feline animal hidden inside of my channel that supplies me -- through the broadcasting of my pheromones to one and all -- with the most vital of necessities. If you are still in doubt, honey, my pussy gives me the cocks that I must have!

When your time comes -- and it will -- consider joining us at the Jensen house. Your sexual oddities will be considered as merely another facet of human behavior."

At that moment, there came a knock at my door. After disengaging my hand from mom's animal-pussy, I went to the door. It was the mother. She completely ignored me when she stepped inside. Instead, she addressed mom.

"Beast, are you finished with all you came to do? If you are, I think it is time for us to go." Then, as mom rose and tried to rearrange her very loose-fitting dress, the mother continued, "Oh, you needn't do that. I am parked just a block and a half away so we can easily walk to the car!"

I couldn't believe that it was her intent to parade my mother on the street without even a small strip of clothing, but it was! In fact, she intended to go even further in this strip show because, as mom was biding me goodbye, the mother shed the thin dress she was wearing and turned into the hall obviously intending to walk, naked, with mom. I was dumbstruck as I watched the two naked asses disappear down the hall in the direction of the elevator! Neither one of these two crazy females seemed the least bit perturbed that she was not wearing anything to cover her nakedness. I started after then, but then I realized that there was nothing I could say or do that would change what they obviously thought was the proper way to travel. I didn't know it at that time, but my own changeover was about to begin.

That evening, as I left for the club where I was to perform, I encountered the garage attendant. He was a middle aged black man. He was walking across the garage floor approaching me when he stopped abruptly, looked intently at me and then began opening his pants! The message was extraordinarily clear. He wanted to fuck me! What was so terribly surprising was that I wanted him to fuck me, too. I slowly lifted my dress thereby exposing my pussy to his avid eyes. It was also strange that I was thinking of my pussy and not my cunt. For a brief moment, I wondered if the animal mom had constantly referred to had, indeed, taken over possession of my body. 

We met at roughly the halfway point. He pushed me up against the fender of a low sports car and immediately slid his cock into my waiting pussy. I gasped. Not because of the size of his cock, but because of the sudden exhilarating sensation that I sensed. He was a strong man and we both came twice before he decided our tryst was over. He backed away from me with his half-hard cock dangling between his legs and his jism beginning to leak from my pussy. He reached to his back pocket and pulled out a greasy rag he used to dust off the cars. This he handed to me and I wiped my pussy.

"Miss Olivia, your car is parked over in the second bay."

I thanked him and somewhat unsteadily made my way to where my car was parked. I got into my car and started the motor, but, for just a few minutes, I sat there ruminating over all that mom had told me and, especially, what had just happened. My mind kept returning to the sight of the attendant's cock. I licked my lips in anticipation of someday taking that wonderful engine into my mouth. Just as I was a putting the car into gear preparatory to pulling out of the garage, the attendant suddenly appeared at my driver-side window.

"Yes?"

"Same time tomorrow, Miss Olivia?"

For a second or two, I didn't know what to say. Here was a complete stranger asking me for a sex tryst, but yet, I had just permitted him the utmost accessibility to my most private parts so who was I to deny him?

"Tomorrow for sure."

"Would it be agreeable to you, Miss Olivia if I brought a friend or two along with me?"

I was shocked by the deliberate way in which he asked me to participate in a group sex orgy. My first reaction was to deny him the entire affair, but, as I thought it over, my pussy took control. So, I smiled and said, 

"Of course. Just don't bring too many."

Of the two of us, I have no idea who was the more surprised at my reaction, but I should have been more careful. Within a very short time, my garage-attendant- buddy's group blossomed out to include four more besides himself. I will have to admit that this collection of rock hard cocks did fill most of my mornings with sexual satisfaction. I also learned that there were more men working in and around our building than I had heretofore suspected and it soon became, 'necessary' for all kinds of workmen to, 'inspect' various portions of my apartment -- and, incidentally, various portions of my body!



Olivia Ch. 14



What with my built in apartment lover squad and my regular appearances at one or the other of the sex clubs, my life was reasonably full and very satisfying. But, as time wore on, I began to sense a change in myself. I knew what it was and I was not totally surprised for I was sensing the change that mom had told me about. I was rapidly getting to a point where I thought of myself as the queen bee and all men were my drones whose sole purpose was to satisfy my sexual cravings. I often drove around the city just looking for males I could pick up. Once a man got into my car, sex was inevitable. I was brought up sharply one day by something Mary said. She had come over to see me and we were discussing our present proclivity for sex.

"Olivia, I hate to have to tell you this, but I must move!"

"Why? What has happened?"

"Well, it goes back several years. Do you remember me telling you about one of my experiences on bus-riding?"

"Not off-hand, no."

"One night, the bus driver swung his bus off its' regular route and he stopped to pick up five young men. They were boys, actually. Seems that he had entered into some kind of agreement with their coach -- they were a high school basketball team -- well, if they won whatever tournament they were in he would give them a bus ride that they would never forget. I was the part that they were never to forget."

"Oh, yes. I do recall you telling me about that night and, as I remember it, you fucked the whole team and the driver as well." This brought laughter from the both of us.

"Yeah, that's what I was referring to. Well, anyway, I never gave it another thought until a month or so ago. I had been noticing the changes in myself that you said that Jane had told you about. Suddenly, nightly sessions with Bill and more and more trips to La Minette weren't cutting the mustard. Insofar as sex was concerned is what I mean. I needed ever more so I started riding the busses again. Then, on one of my nightly bus rides, six young men got onto the bus at the next to the last stop. They promptly marched back to the rear of the bus where I was sitting and formed a human fence around me. If I had any doubt about their intentions, it was dispelled when they all immediately pulled out their cocks and began waving them in front of my face. We had a very interesting ride that night for they were rather hardy specimens of male sex demons. It wasn't until they were getting off that one of them dropped his bomb. He stopped in front of me and said, 'I guess you don't recognize me, but we have done this before!' Then it hit me. He was one of those other players from years back!

To be honest, I didn't give it another thought and that was my mistake. I found out later that he was on the University basketball team and, one day, when he was crossing the campus, he spotted me. Of course, he recognized me right away and that previous night gave him the idea of getting the team together for a night of sex. What had been a one-night stand developed into a weekly thing."

"And you were having the time of your life."

"Exactly. It wouldn't have been so bad, but one of the little twerps had to go and tell a friend who told a friend who told a friend---well, you know where that was going. Anyway, the story got around to the University officers and I have been called before the tenure committee. I have already seen my head of department and he assures me that, if I agree to take an unspecified leave of absence, my tenure will not be revoked!"

"What do you intend to do? Can't you fight it? After all you didn't do anything to embarrass the University and it wasn't even on their property. Sure, they might not like the idea of you fucking the whole athletic department, but what you do off campus should be your business and none of theirs."

"Olivia,that all sounds great, but that is not how the University works."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I've decided to pull a, 'Kayla'!"

"What in hell does that mean?"

"Before Kayla left and returned to the ranch, she and I had some really long talks. Her change over to where she was becoming continuously in heat, was further advanced than either yours or mine and she told me that she had to get away to some place where she could exploit her new Kayla-self and not be castigated nor exiled from the human race. The ranch provided her with just such a place and opportunity. There, she would have virtually unlimited sex available to her and the entire populace would understand her difficulty and understand her natural physical needs. I, too, have just such a place."

"You mean....?"

"Sure. That village in the jungle where all of the people are sex mad and, to boot, there are always the apes. It is funny and a little bit weird, but now that I have been more or less forced to make a decision, I think I have always known that life in that village was to be my fate. Surprisingly, I can hardly wait to get back to what I knew with those people. So, by week's end, I will be leaving. "

"Mary, I will be so very sad at losing you - as a friend and a sex buddy. You know that I hope you get everything that you want and that the village and its' people are all that you remember. Thanks for taking the time to tell me what has happened and why you are leaving. I hope you realize that it wasn't at all necessary for you to speak with me, but I appreciate it."

"I know, but I had another reason for seeing you. I wanted to suggest that you should begin giving serious thought to where you might take refuge when your changeover becomes pronounced. Otherwise, you may find yourself one day in the unwelcome company of the police. I know that our society is considerably more sexually liberated than before, still, there are laws and you could easily run afoul of one or more of them. Taking a leaf from my own experience, cruising the streets and spraying out a constant stream of pheromones may sound exciting -- and, in many ways it is -- but it may well become a trap. To avoid the possibility of this happening to me, I am running for the hills. I suggest you do the same -- figuratively speaking of course. It sure as hell has been fun and I am so everlastingly glad that I had the opportunity to meet you girls. You know that I wish you exciting sex and all of the sex partners you can manage. Perhaps our paths will cross again. I understand that women such as us do enjoy unusually long lives so it just may be possible that we will pair-up again. Best of everything, gal and I'll be thinking of you!"

With that last statement, Mary was gone! I could only hope that those villagers and their apes would give her the warmest of welcomes. 

I made my first and most damning mistake when I didn't take Mary's warning to heart. I guess I was just too self confident and I believed that I could always handle any situation. I was wrong. It wasn't long before my street-cruising led me and my pickup Romeos into a series of very embarrassing situations. I soon discovered that I couldn't be in public except in very controlled circumstances. Sex-wise I made out pretty good with my homegrown troop of males and my nights on the stage in one or the other of the two clubs, but, otherwise, I was mostly a stay-at-home girl. This arrangement went on for several years before it began to pale in interest. I was seeing not only the same faces nearly every day and night but the excitement was rapidly fading. Oh, I still needed sex by the bushel-full, but I also needed variety in order to keep my excitement level up to its' highest. Frankly, I didn't know what to do when the organization suddenly and without warning came to my rescue. It all began with an unexpected visitor.

One day, there came a knock at my apartment door and, when I opened the door, I was facing an attractive middle-aged woman.

"Yes?"

"Olivia, I am here representing the organization. May I come in and speak with you?" 

I had been caught extremely off guard by this occurrence, but, my social training made me step aside and grant her entrance into my apartment. I asked her for her name and she told me -- with a sly look -- that her name was not important. After we both had taken seats, she began her discussion.

"As I said, my name is not important to our little talk today. In fact, you may never see me again, but you may be assured that someone in the organization is watching out for you. I will reveal this much for you. I was a dear friend of Mary's for a number of years and I, like you were sorry to watch her have to leave the University. Unfortunately, in her case, there was nothing that could have been done to prevent her departure.

The organization was aware of the developments in the physical desires and needs that each of you were in the act of exhibiting. Unfortunately, we did not realize all of the implications until it was much too late to counter the actions of Jane, Kayla and Mary. Of course, there was nothing that we could have done in Mary's case, but there were alternatives in the cases of the others. Their abrupt actions prevented us from fully realizing the desperate needs that women of your kind develop until it was much too late. Olivia, you are a valuable asset and the organization does not want to lose you, too. Furthermore, the organization does not want to standby and watch you squander your .. ahem.. 'talents' on such as your garage attendant and his buddies. Oh, you needn't be surprised. As I said, you women are.... In those other cases ... were significant assets so you were constantly under surveillance. We couldn't afford to have anything happen to you that would eliminate your value to the organization.

If you will allow me, I shall digress for a moment. Do you have any idea how much you have earned with your appearances both in the clubs and at La Minette?" I shook my head. "I thought as much. Your expenses have been trivial when compared to your earning capacity. Would you like to know just how much you have in your organizational account?"

"I most certainly would!"

This unknown woman reached into the purse she was carrying, extracted a piece of paper and passed it over to me. I nearly fainted when I read the figure written on it. If this were true, I was a very wealthy woman.

"This can't be true!"

"I assure you that it is accurate to the penny! So you should now realize that you have very substantial funds upon which to rely for your living expenses. Furthermore, the organization is prepared to offer you an opportunity to not only increase your wealth, but to assuage your sexual needs at the same time."

"Just what are you suggesting?"

"The organization is in possession of a large number of not young men but older men of means who would pay dearly for a night's entertainment with you. The organization would do all of the scheduling and the clients would provide transportation to and from the place of your assignation. As was done at La Minette, the funds for such entertainment would be handled by the organization and your share accredited to your account. We estimate two - perhaps three -- such assignations each week. If you were to agree to these terms, we consider that it would be to the advantage of everyone involved. The organization can -- in this manner -- service the wishes of some of its' wealthiest clients while, at the same time, providing you with a protected way of satisfying your desires while making a lot of money. The organization is sufficiently broadminded not to question your daily ... er ... escapades with the baser men available to you insofar as these trysts do not interfere with your organizational duties.

In addition, this should eliminate the necessity of you picking up males off the street. I understand that there have been some embarrassing moments when you tried to gather your drones to your honey. Such situations would be virtually impossible under the terms of this agreement."

I gasped at this last comment of hers. How in hell did the organization know about my fiascos at getting drones from the streets and how did they know to call them, 'drones'? Was there anything about what I had thought was my private life that the organization didn't know?

Then, a sudden thought struck me. If mom were here she would be laughing her head off for what the organization was doing was to put me right back into the life of a whore! Mom's reason for laughing would be caused by her old statement of, "Once a whore, always a whore"! Sure, this was a high-class situation, but it was whoring just the same. My visitor had a look upon her face that signified that she did not understand my abrupt laughter.

"What...? Have I said something to offend you?"

"No. Not at all. I was laughing because my mother often told me that we were destined to be whores and here you are offering me an opportunity to jump right back into the sex-for-hire business. Look, you may attempt to make what you are offering me respectable and acceptable in your proper circles, but it is whoring none the less. I doubt if your people in the organization have ever stopped to consider what it means to be a whore. A whore offers each and every opening of her body to her client. She gives blowjobs; she suffers through being sodomized; she undergoes being the middle of a three-part sandwich and she provides age-old female sex upon demand. However, there is one thing that a whore never does. Do you know what that is?" She shook her head. "She never, ever makes love! Emotions such as love never enter into her business so it is never mentioned. It is a strictly pay-as-you-go business."

"Does this mean that your answer to the organization's proposal is a, 'no'?"

"No, that is not my answer at all. I was simply trying to make it clear to you just what you were asking. In my case, the need for a steady supply of drones is a necessity of life. I am smart enough to realize that sooner or later I am going to be accosted by the police for soliciting on the street so the organization is offering me a protected way of getting what I must have while, at the same time, servicing the organization's rich clients. So, my answer is a resounding, 'YES!'."

To this day, I have never been sorry for accepting the organization's offer. As I have gotten older and lost much of my bodily attractiveness -- not my primal attractiveness -- so have my clients aged. I live well. I eat what I want when I want it and I drink a little more than before. I still attend the goings-on at La Minette and, although I am older, my stream of pheromone attractors still draws open-mouthed lesbian clients to my tableside. Yvette is still the Maitre D` and occasionally, when prompted by Yvette, I give the assembled females a first-hand demonstration of my, 'Dutch spanking' routine and I can still bring about oohs and aahs when I am prostrate before their very eyes and quivering in the throes of an orgasm. Yvette quite naturally makes a pitch for the pumping of one's body so as to increase the sexual effects and a number of the lesbians usually jump at the offer. All in all, it has become an extremely attractive life-style.