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The Program Ch. 1

By: tawny_h



Chapter 1: The Homecoming

The giant Boeing 747 rumbled to a stop at the end of the Reef Runway and turned to taxi toward the international terminal at Honolulu International Airport. Tawny looked out the window past her "sister", Ricki, to gaze at the sculptured green mountains she never tired of. Ricki turned to her, smiling, and gave her a little kiss on the lips, completely unconcerned that others may find such behavior between two women objectionable. The two had been designated as "sisters" by their mutual "Mistress", Darla, for almost two months now, so close physical contact and mutual sexual attraction was certainly no stranger to them.

The girls had just completed a five-week, globe trotting tour ordered by their Mistress so Tawny could become indoctrinated into the global nature of Bondage, Discipline, and Sadomasochism; or BDSM. Mistress Darla preferred to use the term Dominant-Submissive, or DS in common conversation, to describe the lifestyle she preferred, however. Tawny certainly understood why now. The sisters had been guests in a dozen locations around the globe as representatives of their Mistress. They had watched men and women engaged in an incredibly wide range of activities, most sexual, some not, that fairly well encompassed what could be described as the boundaries of the BDSM and DS community.

Some of the things they witnessed were disturbing to Tawny. Some were disturbing to Ricki. Both girls agreed they had a lot in common when it came to sexual preference, but that they differed on a few things. Both had noticed what the other was interested in because they both had a deep desire to please the other. They both intended to put their new-found knowledge of each other's little secrets to good use when they got home to Mistress Darla's.

At each stop on the trip, Tawny was asked to provide a display of her physical attributes. Ricki had told her it was an offer she should not refuse, so she presented herself as a nude model for small and large groups at each of the host's homes, which they visited. During the show, the invited guests would touch her here or there and ask her personal questions about her sexual experience and preference. The questions embarrassed her but she always answered to the best of her ability. Tawny thought the entire experience was very erotic, but she had a feeling there was a deeper reason for the tour and her self-display. She would learn much later she had a good intuition.

Ricki had told her, after her first display, there were several requests for personal sexual "contact" sessions. That, of course, was completely out of the question, because one of the purposes of the trip was to allow Tawny to thoroughly heal after her body piercing session at the skilled hands of Mistress Darla on the evening before their departure. On that occasion, Darla had performed a ritual piercing of Tawny's clitoris, her clitoral hood, and each of her breast nipples. Since Tawny had to give her new piercing points time to heal, there was to be no sex for the duration of the tour. Now back in Hawaii, however, Tawny's piercing points were completely healed and she was feeling extremely horny, since she had anticipated the lifting of her sexual indulgence ban now that they had returned.

Ricki leaned back in her comfortable seat in the first class cabin and watched Tawny as she looked across her front and out the small window of the plane. Ricki loved the basic beauty the twenty-five year old Tawny radiated. She had dark brown eyes, long, lashes and thin eyebrows that seemed to draw your gaze into her eyes. Her little nose seemed almost too small for her face, because it became lost between her high cheekbones and dark pink lips. Ricki never tired of looking at Tawny's puffy upper lip, which she thought made her so fun to kiss; and when Tawny smiled, showing her line of beautiful white teeth and little dimples, Ricki felt her heart race a little. All her facial features were framed by beautiful, soft auburn hair, which lightened in the sun to give her streaks of blonde highlights.

At 174 cm (5'8"), Tawny towered half a head over Ricki, but Ricki was always the dominant between the two. Ricki considered herself to be very fortunate to have such a sexually exciting sister to dominate. Tawny had long, shapely legs that looked absolutely irresistible when she wore heels. Her venus mons had been completely shaved clean ever since she had known her, but the little growth she had seen between shavings indicated her pubic hair was negligible and fine anyway. Her labia were dark and thin and separated on their own when Tawny was stimulated sexually. She loved to touch her there as much as Tawny enjoyed the touch and Ricki got a special thrill out of talking to her dirty until her pussy opened and she could see her soft pink inner layer without even touching it. Her clitoris reacted similarly when stimulated either physically or through suggestion. It swelled and could be seen protruding from its protective hood and Ricki considered sucking it to be the next best thing to heaven. Her buttocks were smooth and soft as a baby's and her 89 cm (35") hips gave her a soft, round appearance that looked delicious in clothes or in the nude. She was fit, strong and muscular beyond what her 53 kilos (116 lbs) would hint and she had a skinny 59 cm (23") waist; punctuated by a deep, smooth navel. Her tight stomach gave it a dimpled look and Ricki never tired of kissing her body all over, because every spot was accentuated with soft curves and warm flesh. Tawny's breasts were not huge, but Ricki thought they were ideal for her body size. Her bust measured out at 86 cm (34"), but they were firm as a teenager's and they were topped with soft, dark, well-defined areola. Those dark areas surrounded distinct nipples that were easily encouraged to swell to hard-tipped points Ricki could see through her blouse as she watched her gaze at the Hawaiian landscape.

Tawny sensed her sister's gaze and looked at her, unable to suppress a smile. Ricki had been a godsend for Tawny. She first met her when she was planted at a Dom's house while Tawny was being "trained" as his submissive. The Dom's name was Roger and Tawny was not completely displeased with her treatment there, but she was not there of her own free will either. Ricki became her lover during that brief encounter and convinced Tawny to join her and Mistress Darla in her "family". It had been a very good choice.

Tawny was very sexually attracted to her 32-year-old sister, Ricki. Ricki was not a really beautiful girl, such as Tawny was, but she was very beautiful, in a peculiar way, to Tawny. She had very dark, wavy hair she kept above her shoulder and beautiful, bright green eyes that gave her an exotic look. Her beautiful smile featured flashing white teeth that contrasted with her naturally dark complexion. She weighed a little less than Tawny and was several cm shorter. Her weight was distributed evenly on her frame and she had muscular arms and thighs that gave her an almost masculine look when she flexed. Her breasts were small, at 81cm (32"), but firm and nicely shaped, topped with soft pink areola and short nipples that were easily aroused. Her mons harbored a dark patch of hair that was thick and curly when she let it grow out. That accent topped a dark slot, which blossomed to reveal a dark, pink gash of beautiful soft tissue surrounding her vagina. Tawny shuddered every time she thought of pressing her mouth there.

Ricki's most exotic feature was her pattern of tattoos. They ran over her shoulder, around her arm, down onto her small breasts and then around her waist, over her hip and covered a good deal of her ass. They were elaborate and beautiful, leaves and flowers and birds all intermingled. Tawny still felt her pussy tingle every time she saw Ricki naked, because she never seemed to get tired of looking at her beautifully colored skin. The pattern seemed to draw her to her naked body.

Nestled in between the leaves of Ricki's tattoo design were small letter Ds, that she had never noticed until Ricki had pointed them out. They were Mistress Darla's mark of ownership and Ricki had selected this means to show her devotion to Mistress Darla. Tawny had her mark now too. Darla had marked her newest protégé and submissive with a small D, engraved in the closure beads of the stunning platinum rings that adorned Tawny's pierced nipples and the horizontal aperture through her ample clit. A fourth ring pierced Tawny's clitoral hood vertically, but the bead in that one was engraved with an R to illustrate Ricki's partial ownership and dominance over her sister.

The plane finally stopped at the gate and the girls grabbed their carry-on luggage and anxiously cued up at the door to disembark. In moments, they were walking through the terminal and cueing up again at the customs and immigration area. In minutes, they were escorted through and were met by Paul who was waiting for them at the exit door.

Paul was considered as a brother within Darla's family. Tawny did not fully understand the interrelationships involved, but she knew that Paul was a sometimes sexual partner for Darla. All that mattered to Tawny was that Paul was a top to her. Tawny had no real sexual dominance in her at all and was; therefore, sexually submissive to anyone that Darla allowed touching her. Tawny smiled brightly upon seeing him, remembering the sex she had with him before she left on the trip and thinking about his well hung, muscular body. Paul smiled back, having similar sexual thughts about Tawny.

"Aloha and welcome back my ladies. How was your trip?"

Paul was one of two a male assistants to Mistress Darla. Tawny wasn't sure if she used him as a submissive, but she knew he made a wonderful and erotic sex partner and he was one of the males Darla used to keep her sexuality in tone and satisfied. Paul led the girls to the curb and opened the back door to Mistress's Town Car. The luggage was already coming out of the terminal and Paul opened the trunk for the skycap.

"My God, how many times did you girls change on this trip? That is a lot of luggage for a pair of girls that I rarely see in anything more than a sexy g-string or thong."

Ricki slapped him playfully.

"Oh, Paul I bet you travel with even more. We were gone for over a month; or didn't you notice?"

"Oh, I noticed." He leaned over close to Tawny and grinned at her, speaking in a low tone. "And I have something down between my legs that is very warm and very hard to prove it."

Tawny blushed, but did glance down, and smiled when she saw an obvious lump protruding beneath his pant closure. She slid into the back seat, her face passing just a few inches from that point of interest. Ricki slipped in next to her and grasped her gently on the thigh as she listened to Paul's sexual hints. He continued to talk as he slammed the trunk, tipped the skycap and slipped behind the driver's wheel.

"We really missed you tw0. It seems like you've been gone for months instead of weeks. Did you see some interesting sights?" He gleaned in the rear view mirror as he pulled into the traffic flow.

Ricki replied as Tawny blushed again, thinking about some of the erotica she had witnessed.

"It was fabulous, as always. Some things never cease to amaze me, but it had our mouths watering. Especially Tawny, since she has been on a sex hold."

Ricki ran her fingers up Tawny's thigh a little higher, teasing her and grinning as she watched her glow red with a blush. She dared not go any higher up her thigh, knowing full well only Mistress Darla could lift the ban on Tawny's sexual participation. Tawny shuddered and hugged her arms close to her body as she thought about getting home and being able to let her frustration vent and fuck like a bitch in heat. She nearly choked when she contemplated Paul's next remark.

"Too bad Mistress Darla had to go out of town. She won't be back until the day after tomorrow."

Ricki let her chin drop and Tawny moaned. Ricki was the first to vent her feelings.

"No! It can't be! I couldn't stand another night without having her!"

Paul laughed and stared in the mirror, sizing up the girl's reactions. He was savoring his ability to tease the two.

"Maybe we don't have to."

Ricki stared at Paul disapprovingly. Sneaking behind Mistress Darla's back would be unthinkable! Tawny looked up at the mirror too, expecting some sort of further explanation. Paul hesitated, reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a thin leather collar. He tossed it back into Tawny's lap and smiled. Ricki looked relieved and Tawny stared at the collar, confused at first.

"Put it on for us girl. Mistress has decided you need to loosen up a little before she gets back."

Paul winked at Ricki in the mirror. Ricki shook her head, relieved. Mistress Darla had given her the key to Tawny's sexuality. Tawny looked a little confused, but picked up the collar, recognizing it as one of Darla's and engraved with her D in the metal ID plate. Ricki placed her hand on Tawny's and guided her fingers to her neck.

"Yes, put it on sweetie, grrrrrrr." Ricki growled softly in Tawny's ear, understanding the implications of what Paul said and she winked at him in the mirror while Tawny fumbled with the collar, fitting it to her neck.

Tawny would be available to the other "family" members until Darla returned, so she helped Tawny fit the collar on her neck and adjust it nice and tight, then she let her finger slip further up her thigh, into the hitherto off limits area of her body and flipped Tawny's clit ring once. Tawny flinched and shuddered, then shivered as she felt her pussy quiver and a warm flow of lubricating wet fill her slot. Ricki drew closer to her and pushed her fingers against her slit, feeling the flow of warm liquid, giving away Tawny's sudden and delicious reaction to her touch. She grinned and looked at the mirror, catching Paul's eyes.

"God, she's cumming already."

Paul laughed. "You're kidding!" He looked at Ricki's look and exclaimed again, "You're not kidding!"

Tawny shuddered and reddened again as Ricki squished her fingertips against her wet pink gash. Tawny didn't need to wonder about the significance of the collar any more. She felt like fresh meat for a pack of wolves and the sensation made her pussy squirm with warm pulses of excitement.

"Paul, you know I'm not joking. You know our favorite little fucktoy. She's hot and ready."

Ricki looked at Tawny and kissed her cheek.

"Isn't she?"

Tawny knew the comment was meant for her and Ricki expected her to answer.

"Yes Ricki, I am ready, very ready."

Ricki stroked her neck and stroked her thigh, spreading some of her wetness along the inside of her leg.

"Let me see now, maybe we should share her, or should we use her one at a time. I think we should take turns. Who is in on the treat Pau? We can draw for high card."

"Why don't you let her decide? I know she wants some good hard cock right away."

"No way, Paul, we're not going to torture her! So who's in on it?"

Ricki continued to caress Tawny as she watched her and made some plans in her head. She took her dominance of Darla's property seriously.

"OK, Donald and I, and she is supposed to visit someone named Brad tomorrow night, an all-nighter, so he must be special."

Ricki raised an eyebrow and looked at Tawny's reaction. Tawny looked wide-eyed, surprised, but apparently pleased. Brad was a former dominant boyfriend of Tawny's, but Ricki was surprised Darla would still allow him some time with Tawny. He had been a friend to Roger, a dominant Darla had had to spar with over the control of Tawny. Darla won, of course, and she had, in short, had Roger excluded from Tawny's life, or so she thought, and by implication, Brad as well. Brad was a very capable male, and very aggressive, and Darla had used his influence once, at Ricki's own suggestion, to help Tawny see the advantages of being an owned slave-girl for Darla. Ricki was surprised, but whatever the case, Darla had given her instructions, so Tawny would go to serve Brad the following night.

"Did Mistress mention any precautions or limits on Brad's use?" asked Ricki.

"No, she didn't. In fact she was pretty clear about passing on to you, Tawny, that you were to be very good for him and that you should do anything he wants."

Tawny swallowed, seeming a little worried, but verified that she understood. The car turned the corner on the way up the hill to Darla's hilltop home. Ricki put the issue of Brad aside for the moment and looked back to Tawny.

"Get your things off love, you will not be needing any clothes for a while, will you?" Ricki turned her attention back to Paul. "Wait until you see her body jewelry, Paul, you'll probably cum looking at her."

Tawny shuddered as she slipped out of her blouse and worked her skirt down her thighs. She loved the warm feeling the attention to her body gave her and the comforting feeling of being dominated and used by her lovers in Darla's family. She arched her back a little as her blouse fell free and watched Paul's eyes as they focused on her stiff, aroused nipples and the way the new platinum jewelry ringed her sex and made her feel more naked and desirable.

Paul pulled the car into the covered entry drive and stopped and twisted his body in his seat to look. He grinned, looking at Tawny's beautiful, tanned body. The small platinum rings through her nipples accented her dark brown areola perfectly. Tawny demonstrated her submission perfectly as she leaned back and spread her thighs while Paul examined her with his eyes. He focused in on her pussy. Her clit ring was hooked over a ball at the end of a barbell that pierced her hood. That arrangement pulled her hood back and the entire clit was visible and looked swollen and hard. Her physical appearance suggested sex and his cock hardened and pressed against the loose fitting cotton trousers that covered his lower torso.

"God, let's not waste time. Paul, please get the luggage out and into our room, will you? I'll take our sweetie in and get her on display, then we can play for her and get going. I'll have to fuck something if I don't get firsts."

Ricki spoke as she urged Tawny out the door, following her on the same side. Tawny stepped out and smiled back at Ricki, feeling very horny herself as Ricki and Paul looked her over like a piece of raw flesh before a pair of hungry dogs.

Tawny was led in and Ricki had her stand on a small pedestal in the main living area. She drew a deck of cards and shuffled. It was not long before Paul and Donald came in. Ricki chuckled at them, because they were nude, save for their g-strings, and their cocks bulged against the thin material of their sacks. Ricki swallowed, because she could see the erotic outline of their jewelry. Each had multiple piercing in their large penises and the studs and rings were visible, pressing against their cloth coverings. Ricki had had the pleasure of feeling that metal in her pussy many times. Tawny had had them only once, but that was enough for her to realize these two fucked a woman with a very special feeling as their metal-adorned shafts pressed through the elastic tube of a female's vagina.

Tawny slowly turned and moved her arms in an erotic display, being the obedient subject of the lustful looks upon her vulnerable nude body. Ricki called the attendees to order and offered the deck of cards to Tawny to cut. Tawny obeyed, feeling strange, participating in the act that would turn her body into a playground for each of her brothers and her sister over the next day. The participants drew a card and they laid them down in turn. Tawny would go with Donald first, then Paul. Ricki, would have to wait, which seemed particularly torturous, since her hunger for her sister had been fed by several weeks of daily contact without sex. Ricki, however, was both a devoted slave to Darla and an equally skilled and disciplined dominant for Tawny. She would wait her turn and see to it Tawny placed forth a maximum effort to do whatever her brothers wanted; within Darla's limits, of course.


The Program Ch. 10



Danny started awake, blinking into the inky darkness of the bedroom. Bill froze and winced, his hand hovering next to the doorknob. "Sorry," he whispered with a frown. "I keep forgetting how heavy this door is." He watched her sweep messy black hair from her face and sigh heavily. "I didn't mean to wake you."

She shook her head, "I wasn't sleeping well anyway."

He shrugged out of his suit coat and draped it over the back of the overstuffed armchair before sitting on the edge of the bed. "Still not sleeping?" he kissed her forehead and twisted to slip off his shoes.

Danny wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her cheek against his back. "Not when you're gone." He captured one of her hands and kissed the back of her fingers, smiling when she cuddled closer to him. She nuzzled the back of his neck, brushing the sensitive skin with her lips. "How was work?"

He groaned; work was boring, but what she was doing felt fantastic. He tugged his tie free of the knot and stood to quickly shed his shirt and pants as well. "Training... It's a lot of rules and regulations and learning protocol. It's all boring details." He turned back toward the bed and gave a wry smile. "Scoot."

She grinned. "I was keeping your side warm."

"Do you like this side of the bed better?" he asked, slipping under the blanket. "I seem to remember that you're the one who picked sides."

"No no. That's your side. I just wanted it to be all ready for you." She waited for him to get comfortable before she curled up next to him, her head pillowed on his shoulder.

His arms closed around her automatically. "You sure? Because I don't think you ever sleep on that side. Whether I'm here or not."

She giggled and snuggled closer to him. "I want whatever side you're on."

He sighed in exasperation, his hand stroking rhythmically up and down her back. "At least you don't hog the sheets."

"At least you don't snore."

He combed his fingers through her hair, letting the silky strands slip gently free of his grasp and kissed the top of her head. "You make a good blanket."

"You make a good pillow," she mumbled into his shoulder.

He chuckled. "Anything to be useful."

"Before I forget, dinner out tomorrow night."

"I might have to join you for dessert, depending on how fast I get through some stuff tomorrow. Anywhere in particular?"

She shrugged. "There's a fairly new place that's roughly midway for all parties."

"All parties?"

"Taylor and Josh are coming too."

Bill stiffened slightly. "Your brother isn't going to beat me up, is he?"

Danny smothered a laugh and propped herself up on an elbow. "And here I thought you were a tough guy."

"I'm tough enough," Bill smiled, running his hands up the curves of her body. "You just decided to have dinner with the two people that scare me most in the world."

"Aw," Danny chuckled. "Poor baby. Terrified of my big brother and a woman that barely reaches your chin."

He slid a hand along the back of her neck and pulled her down for a kiss, taking his time to enjoy every contour of her lips. "You barely reach my chin."

"That's not a problem, is it?" she purred, her lips brushing enticingly against his.

"Not at all," he answered, leaning forward to capture her mouth again. He groaned as the curves of her body moulded to his frame. She was soft and warm and beautiful and he groaned again as her hand slid under his tee-shirt. 

She moved to reposition her weight, planting a hand on his shoulder and shifting her hips. His shoulder gave a loud pop under her fingers and she recoiled in horror. "God, Bill, I'm so sorry!"

He smiled, taking her shoulders and pulling her back down. "Danny, relax. It still does that from time to time." The worry lines didn't leave her forehead and he frowned, cupping her face in his palms, "Danny, I'm fine." He drew her face to his and kissed her softly. "It takes a lot more weight than what you've got to mess up my shoulder." He pressed a kiss to each cheek. "No worrying." His lips brushed her forehead.

She sighed and settled her head on his chest, her fingers absently tracing the rough, fresh scar through the thin fabric of his shirt. His hand engulfed hers and he pressed a light kiss to her fingertips. "It doesn't hurt," he rested their entwined hands over his heart. "Promise."

"Shhh," she whispered. "Pillows don't talk."

"Sorry," he murmured, a smile touching the corner of his mouth. 

~o~

Taylor's hands closed around nothing but air and she screamed as she felt her body pitch over the side of the building. Her arms flailed, searching for anything solid. An exposed rebar scraped along her forearm, and she grabbed at it, closing her fingers around the piece of metal in a death grip. Her body jerked to a stop and she choked back another scream as her left shoulder wrenched painfully from the violent change of direction. Wincing, she caught the bar with her other hand and brought her feet up to keep from crashing into the side of the building. This was certainly not part of the plan.

She sucked in a breath, tightened her grip on the rebar and steeled herself to look down. People always say don't look down. That's stupid. If you don't look down, how are you supposed to find a place for your feet without wasting energy needlessly? And right then, Taylor desperately needed to take the weight off of her shoulder. She looked down, squinting into the glare of the floodlight that the ATF had been so considerate to leave on. The nearest ledge was the windowsill, and it was a good ten feet blow the soles of her boots. "Shit," she muttered.

A hand closed tightly around her wrist and she spared a glance up. Wilson gritted his teeth and forced a smile, the expression doing nothing to mask the sweat streaking down his face or the fear in his eyes. "Where the hell are you going?" he ground out. He offered his other hand and she grabbed it happily.

Taylor released a nervous laugh. "Up, please?"

He shifted back, pulling her up until he could reach the back of her fatigues and haul her onto the roof. "Come on, Shorty," he grunted, heaving her the last few inches onto solid ground. Taylor released a groan as she sprawled on the roof. Flying was definitely for the birds. Wilson landed on his backside just next to her with a sigh of relief. She tried to smile, but he swatted the back of her head. "Don't fucking do shit like that."

"Captain, the prisoner is secure," Castle interrupted over the radio. "And it looks like we got the right one."

"Good," Wilson muttered.

"We have the dumbest fucking luck," Taylor snorted.

"Watch your mouth," he swatted her again and rose, dusting off his hands.

This time she really laughed and allowed Wilson to haul her up onto unsteady legs. He set a hand on the small of her back for a moment until she was stable. Feeling solid, the shakes disappearing quickly, Taylor gave a small nod and strode resolutely across the roof, closing the last few yards to the chopper. With a grunt, she flung herself into the one of the open seats, buckling the harness quickly. "Remind me to kill that guy later?" she shouted to Wilson as he settled next to her, turning an incensed glare on the one mark Castle had managed to cuff and haul on board.

"Not if I get him first!" he barked back, watching the rapidly shrinking building. He ran a hand through his hair. That was just about the closest thing to a total disaster I've ever seen, he thought, shaking his head. Next to him, Taylor sighed and dropped her head back against the seat, absently rubbing her shoulder. Ok, he assented, it could have been much, much worse.

~o~

"Goddamned mother-fucking sons of bitches!" Taylor shouted as she stormed into the briefing room. "A monkey with a hand-grenade and gasoline tank would have been safer and more subtle than those fuck-heads!" She punctuated her cussing as she unloaded her weapon and slammed the magazine on the counter. It had been a subdued flight back home, but everyone knew this was coming. With the prisoner in holding and all team members safe and accounted for, Taylor James was about to throw a temper tantrum. 

Castle and Monty took a few extra steps clear of her, neither one sure she wouldn't turn her anger on them. At least those two were clean. Her clothes were liberally decorated with patches of dust and streaks of soot garnished her cheeks and forehead. Even Remy winced at her language as he began to disarm. "James!" Patrick barked from the opposite door. "Mind your tongue."

She whipped her Kevlar vest off and tossed it on the table next to her clip, wincing as the movement aggravated her shoulder. Planting her hands on her hips, she met Patrick's stare. "Oh can it, Patrick. Those cowboys just fucked the past four weeks of our hard work and months more from the company. I'm going to be in paperwork to my eyeballs over the one on the roof that discharged his weapon, and he came a hell of a lot closer to shooting me than the real bad guys!" She roughly tugged her hair free of messy ponytail it had been in and shook out some of the ash. "Who the fuck trained these assholes? Oh wait, it's the ATF, they don't train in the ATF, they just give them all guns and send them out in fancy jackets. Mother fuckers, all of 'em."

Wilson dropped his kit on the table and caught the tail end of Taylor's rant. She was right-they had spent weeks prepping this operation and it all went in the shitter because of some inter-departmental miscommunication, not to mention the issue of his team's personal safety. He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh, shaking out dust with the motion.

Patrick glared sternly at Taylor, "Like it or not, we're all on the same side."

"Not that you could tell by the way they behaved!" As her tirade built steam, Patrick rolled his eyes and signalled Wilson with a quick jerk of his head. "I hate the ATF! They take all the good things in life and make it illegal to have them. They're worse than a group of retar-" Taylor's rant cut off with a squeak as Wilson's large hand clamped over her mouth.

He hauled her clear off her feet and toward the door as she tried to kick him in the shins. "On it, Boss," he shot Patrick a grin. "Back in a tick." He dragged her into the nearest empty room and kicked the door shut behind him. "Language, James. Language," he whispered in her ear.

She pulled free of his hands and spun furiously to face him. "What the fuck!"

Wilson raised a brow, a lop-sided grin spreading across his face, as he leaned casually against the door. "I can't believe I let you kiss me with that mouth."

Taylor didn't try to stifle her anger as she lashed out at him, but he was faster than she was. She squeaked again as he caught her arm, spun her around, and pinned her to the door. She glared at him from beneath a curtain of mussed mahogany waves, her face flushed beneath the soot, and her green eyes flashed dangerously. Wilson couldn't help but stare; she was gorgeous when she was angry. "Seriously, Wilson," she glared. "If you place any value on your miserable, shitty, sad-ass existence, you'll let me go right-fucking-now."

He smirked, easily holding her in place with his body. "You have some fucking mouth on you, don't you?"

Whatever snippy response she had died in her throat as his mouth descended upon hers, his lips firm, hot, and demanding. She struggled, tried briefly to push him away, but she was no match for his size in this position. And after a few seconds of his particular brand of torture, she was far less inclined to be rid of him.

His mouth was savage and searing, his pent up frustration over the intensity of the job translated into the fervour of his kiss. His hands captured the sides of her face, holding her still as he punished her in the best possible way. She moaned, her fingers closing around the folds of his jacket, pulling him closer.

Wilson growled low in his throat as he felt her body arch against his. The image of her body pitching over the side of the building flashed through his mind again and he wrapped his arms around her in a fierce embrace, crushing her to his chest. Possessiveness out of panic left him struggling to keep from ravaging her there on the spot. With a conscious effort, he relaxed his hold on her, slowly easing out of the battle between their tongues. And taking a much needed breath, he pulled back from the kiss.

"Did that make you feel better?" Taylor smiled and leaned back against the door.

"A little," he whispered, feathering a few last kisses across her forehead. "You?"

"Mmn," she sighed, gazing up into his worried stare.

"New rule," he muttered, his hands stroking down her hips. "No jumping off buildings."

She actually giggled. "You keep making all these rules. I can't run away, I can't jump off buildings, I can't hit walls... Where's the fun?"

His lips covered hers again; a slight desperation leaking through his normally rigid self-control as his arms wrapped tightly around her. He swallowed her moan and pulled back with a small smile. "There are plenty of better ways to have fun."

"I suppose you're going to demonstrate?" she teased, tracing a finger across his lower lip.

"Later." He made a move to bite her finger, missing as she tugged her hand away with a chuckle. "How's the shoulder?" he asked softly.

She tried to roll it, but winced, "Something worse than a bruise."

He brushed a kiss against her lips. "Go see the medics, then take a shower. We have to debrief in about an hour."

"I hate debriefing," she whined.

He leaned back and grinned. "Funny, you always seem so excited when I de-brief you."

She tried not to laugh and failed. "Fine, this debriefing, then we get to really de-brief. I want a week off after this disaster."

He rolled his eyes. "I don't know about a week, but I think we've earned a few days rest." Reluctantly, he took a step back and pulled her off of the door. "Now get going. No rest until we wrap this up."

Taylor sighed dramatically, "Yes, Captain."

"And watch your mouth in the mean time."

"Fuck off." She tugged the door open and glanced back over her shoulder. "Too bad I have to go see the medics, though." A wicked smile pulled at her lips. "I could have helped you wash your back."

Wilson growled. "Get!"

She winked and sauntered from the room.

Two hours later, she was feeling far from playful. Instead, Taylor crossed her arms and violently repressed the urge to pout. "Why do you have to go there? They're the ones that fucked up. Shouldn't they bring their stupid asses here?"

Wilson snorted. "Should and will are two different things. Patrick doesn't want them near our new guest. So I have to go to them."

"Are you at least going to shoot one of them?"

"Would it make you happy?" he grinned.

"No, because it's still no fun for me." She lost her internal battle and pouted.

"James, get in here!" the phone's intercom squawked with Patrick's voice. "I've got a job for you that needs to be done an hour ago!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" She sighed, "When will you be back?"

"Tomorrow, absolute latest. Then we get five days off." He kissed her forehead. "That sound ok?" She grumbled and he chucked her under the chin. "Come on, Shorty. Give me a smile before I go."

"You're going to be that guy?" she frowned at him.

"You're right," he grinned. "This is how you normally look."

She felt her face turn red, but forced a small smile. "You want me to look happy you're leaving me? I can do that."

"James! I meant now!" Patrick's voice intruded again.

"Yes, Boss!" she shouted back, her voice dropping back to a whisper when she turned to Wilson. "Fine. Come back whole. Destroy a few of the ATF handlers for me?"

He pressed a kiss to her lips. "No problem."

She sighed and left the room, heading for Patrick's office. For some reason it made her feel better to walk away from Wilson than to let him walk away from her. Patrick's door was open and she hesitated, taking a moment to collect herself. She tugged down on her shirt and ran a hand through her hair. Her fingers froze for a moment as she recognised the mannerism as one of Wilson's. God, she thought, I'm spending way too much time with him. Clenching her jaw, she strode into Patrick's office. "Sorry, Boss. What do you need?"

~o~

Taylor found Danny from across the room and grinned as she made her way to the table. "Hey, sexy!"

Danny smiled back and waived her into the empty seat. "In your paranoia, you're not going to make me move to a booth, are you?"

Taylor laughed. "God no. This is perfect. I can see the entrance and windows from here, plus we're near the kitchen. And a booth is actually quite restrictive. I don't like to sit in them. No mobility."

"What, no didactic lecture on mirrors and the use of reflective surfaces?" Danny chided, breaking into another smile.

"Mmn," Taylor flicked open the menu, the corner of her mouth twitching with humour. "The less I say the better." She raised a brow. "I've never been here before, but it looks good."

"What can I say, I have good taste." The moderately bored tone in Danny's voice drew a broad smile across Taylor's face. Danny smothered a chuckle. "I'm glad you called. I've been meaning to call you, but Josh has been travelling so often that I figured you were gone too."

"Yeah, we've been a little busy with the clean up. But I've owed you a few months of phone calls. It's about time I hold up my end of this friendship."

"So what's cooking back on the farm?"

"Oh you know, little of this, little of that. How's life back in the real world?" Taylor asked carefully.

"Good." Danny waved the waitress over and ordered drinks for them both. "Though I'm having trouble shaking the need to look over my shoulder."

Taylor's brow furrowed. "I'm sorry."

"I know." She swirled the ice around the water glass. "You and Josh both. He checks up on me just about every day," a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "He's worse than mom."

"Tell me about it," Taylor huffed.

Danny's eyebrows shot up and Taylor felt her cheeks colour. "Do tell."

"Ah, well. You know." Taylor shrugged, but couldn't keep her blush from deepening.

"No," Danny lied. "I don't know. Why don't you fill me in?"

"He's your brother."

"Mmn, true. And you're my best friend. So let's have it. You can leave out the gory details."

"They're all gory details?" Taylor offered hopefully.

"Ew." Danny reached for her drink as it was set on the table. "But you're not getting off the hook that easily. So, you and Josh?"

"Me and Josh," Taylor sighed and toyed with her drink. "Fine, what do you want to know?"

"Do you love him?"

Taylor raised a brow sharply.

Danny grinned. "Don't even try to lie to me Taylor James. I know you better than you know yourself."

She wanted to deny it, but Taylor found herself blushing again.

"That's what I thought." Danny's smile was genuine. "You should have heard the way he was worrying last month. I thought he was going to swaddle you in bubble wrap or something until you were healed."

Taylor snorted. "He damn near tried."

"Be gentle with him, he's not as tough as he looks."

"I know." Taylor stared thoughtfully at her drink for a moment. "I'm trying, Danny."

"I know you are. I'm sure it doesn't hurt that he's one of the few men that could kick your ass."

Taylor sputtered into her drink and forced herself to reign in the laughter. 

"Where is my idiot brother tonight anyway?"

Taylor made a face. "Last minute trip to New York. Long story; no punch line. Look, that's enough of that. And by that I mean me. How're you?"

"I'm good," she answered a little too quickly.

It wasn't lost on Taylor. "Just good?"

This time it was Danny's turn to blush. "Great?"

"And Bill Martin, he's making sure you stay great?" Taylor asked wryly. Danny's small nod leant Taylor a sense of satisfaction. It was about time Danny found someone that made her happy. "Where is he tonight?"




The Program Ch. 10



"Training seminar," she sighed. "I hate how long he's gone for those things. But if he's done early enough he may join us."

"Seminar?"

"He's working all the time now."

Taylor smiled kindly at the worry in Danny's voice. "He's a hard worker."

"I'm just trying to find someone to worry about."

"Worrying about other people is a family trait then?" Taylor smiled. "How's his shoulder?"

"Healing up just fine."

"I never checked on the package Josh put together for him. He's doing alright?"

A smile touched the corner of Danny's mouth before she answered emphatically, "Oh yeah."

"Ew," Taylor chuckled.

Danny giggled, "You asked."

"That I did." They both laughed.

"What did I miss?" Bill asked, pressing a kiss to Danny's cheek and settling into the empty chair. Danny's face flushed and Taylor glanced down into her drink.

"Just some girl talk," Taylor mumbled with a grin.

Bill tore his eyes away from Danny's face and smiled at Taylor. "I only find that hard to believe because there's nothing girly about you, James."

Taylor raised a brow sharply, but her severity dissolved with the sight of the grin on Bill's face. She cleared her throat, "I think it's time to order, hm?"

By the time they were drinking coffee, Taylor was pleasantly full of food and good company. It was the first time in a long time that she'd had the feeling. Josh was right; she had been too intent on cutting everyone out. Or maybe just unfortunately good at it. It was a strange thing to finally see through the cloud of loneliness, and she smiled as Danny excused herself for the restroom.

"What's that grin about?" Bill asked. "Your smiles are normally nothing but trouble."

"That's none of your business," she chuckled into her cup of coffee. "So what have you been up to Mr. Martin?"

"Same old, same old. Computers are my thing." He winked.

"Computers and girls like that one," Taylor tipped her head toward Danny's empty seat. "How's the healing going?"

Bill unconsciously stiffened his shoulder, "It's going. Not fast, but it's going."

"And other than the physical?" she asked softly.

Bill's smile looked more like a grimace. "Also going."

"How's she?"

"Ok," he said simply. "She's... healing."

"I suppose Wilson has already threatened your life?"

He snorted and nodded. "A few times."

"So I don't need to?" Taylor raised a brow.

Bill sighed. "If it'll make you feel better, go for it."

"If you hurt her... Imagine some horrible, painful, and emasculating demise," Taylor waved her hand vaguely. 

Bill started to grin. "I believe you; I've seen what you can do. But I'm not going anywhere. On that topic, though. How are you doing?"

Taylor shrugged.

"Come on, Taylor. Even if Danny won't say anything, you've got a whole pile of new bruises. Is everything ok?"

Taylor let out a long, exasperated breath. "It's cute that you care, Boy Scout." To be honest, she did mean it. It was nice to have someone worried about her well-being. Someone other than Wilson. "But you should know I can't talk about work. Trust me, you don't want to know."

Bill raised his hands in surrender. "You're right. If it's work, I don't want to know. I just want to be sure you're ok. You know... In general."

She smiled. "I've never been ok. But I'm good."

Bill grinned. "Good."

Danny slid back into her seat. "What's good?" she asked.

"Life, sweetie," Taylor said absently, watching the way Bill seamlessly entwined his fingers with Danny's. "But I have to get going."

"Aw," Danny pouted. "You'd better not disappear for another year on me."

"I won't." Taylor slipped her coat on. "

~o~

Danny tucked her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes as Bill draped his arm around her. He turned from looking out the cab window and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "That was fun."

Danny nodded. "It's been a while since Taylor and I have hung out like that. I've missed it."

"She's much easier to be around when she's not wielding a gun," Bill said wryly.

She chuckled. "What was it you were talking about when I was gone?"

He traced an imaginary line up her arm. "Oh, this and that."

"Any this that I'd know about?"

"Well, you. A little about me, a little about her, but mostly you."

"Me?" Danny pinched his side playfully. "You gossip. What did you specifically say about me?"

"That you were fine, and that I love you dearly, and that she didn't need to threaten my life." Bill smiled. "She did anyway."

Danny scoffed. "'Course she did."

"Taylor and your brother, man, cut from the same cloth. How did you date? Like ever?"

Danny laughed softly. "I didn't know you to be that bad at judging people. Josh is protective, sure. But he's my big brother; it's his job. Taylor, on the other hand," she shrugged. "Taylor is protective, because for the longest time, no one really protected her. She's seen the absolute worst that the world has to offer. Been to hell and back, really. Josh would take a swing at you if I asked him to, but if you ever did something to earn Taylor's wrath... God help you."

"I don't even want to know what I'd have to do for you to sick Taylor on me."

"I thought you liked Taylor," Danny chided.

Bill made a face. "You want me to extol her virtues, I can do that. She is hot. Tough as nails. And what she can do with a computer, total turn-on. It's like a geek's wet dream. Bit of a femme noire really though. Sexy in a dark and dangerous kinda way."

Danny smacked his shoulder. "Knock it off."

Bill's hand caught her chin and he gazed down seriously. "Danny, I don't want Taylor. I want you."

Something like doubt flickered in Danny's eyes. "Yeah, I know."

"I did not settle for you." He kissed her slowly and deliberately, never releasing her chin from his fingers. "I want you. I don't know if I can be any clearer on the matter."

"Guys just always seem so interested in Taylor."

"Yeah, well. I'm interested in sky-diving, but you don't see me jumping out of every plane I'm on. I don't care how intense the ride is."

"You had an intense few days together though." Danny's lip twitched. "Are you going to miss the excitement?"

"Work will be all the business exhilaration I need. And you," his arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her into his lap. "You will be all the excitement I can possibly handle."

Danny giggled. "Me as excitement?"

"Mmn," Bill nuzzled the side of her neck. "Very exciting. At least it will be once we get home. I wonder if this cab can go any faster." A smile bloomed across Danny's face and he couldn't help grinning back. "Hey buddy," he said to the driver. "I'll give you an extra twenty if you get us there in the next five minutes."

~o~

Wilson dumped his bag by the door and tossed his keys onto the counter. He was beat. New York had been a mess. The ATF had no clue what they were doing and had thrown some vague and insincere apology his way. Off the record, of course. Patrick wasn't going to be all that pleased. Hell, Taylor would be spitting nails, not that he could blame her. He had been damn near tempted to shoot them for their ignorance. What was the excuse they had thrown at him? Oh yeah, the CIA doesn't operate on US soil. Ugh, he needed a break. No, no. He needed bed. Bed and a shower. He sniffed the collar of his shirt and winced. Shower first.

Without bothering to turn on the lights, he stumbled into the bathroom and stripped while he waited for the water to warm. Stepping under the hot jets, he immediately felt better. The steam in the shower pushed the fog from his brain, and he could breathe again. Maybe he would go over Taylor's place once he was clean. He'd been considering it on the flight back to DC, but by the time he'd landed and made it back to his car, it was after two. She'd still be awake though, right?

He turned off the taps, dried off quickly, and wrapping the towel around his waist, headed for the bedroom. At least he would be clean if he woke her up when he called. Two steps into the hall and he stumbled, letting out a curse as he collided with the wall. "Shit!" he hissed, hopping on one foot and rubbing his damaged toe. "The fuck is that?"

He winced at his choice in language. Apparently, Taylor was rubbing off on him. With a frown, he stooped to pick up the offending object. A shoe? A slow smile spread across his face as he recognized Taylor's boot. As quietly as possible, he eased open his bedroom door.

Taylor's sleeping form made for a very small lump, curled up under the comforter in the middle of his bed. Wilson smiled again, a warm sensation spreading through his body at the sight. He wouldn't have to go to her place after all. Suddenly, he wasn't quite so tired.

Taylor was having the most wonderful dream and she sighed as his skin glided along hers, his heat warming her. Arms slid around her body and she cuddled back into the warmth along her spine. She even imagined the deep, dangerous laugh that would have rumbled through his chest. It was a great dream. His hands roamed, settling only to caress the curve of her hip or ponder the full weight of her breast. His lips pressed against her shoulder, her neck, just behind her ear.

The same purring chuckle breezed across her ear, "You must have been exhausted if you're still not awake." Taylor furrowed her brow, starting slightly at the feeling of his arms drawing tighter around her. His tongue traced slowly around the swirl of her ear and she shivered. "I feel like I should worry. Would you be this passive if just anyone wandered into my room?"

She smiled faintly, the sensation of his lips on her skin delaying the desire to open her eyes. "Anyone who makes me feel this good..."

She heard the low growl just before she found herself flat on her back, blinking up at a pair of darkly glinting blue eyes. His thumb dragged slowly across her bottom lip, "You had better be kidding."

"Who else would be wandering into your room?" she raised a brow, growing more awake by the moment.

He grumbled, his eyes tightening, the anger lost to the small twitch at the corner of his mouth. "Shush," he muttered.

"Make me."

His lips were on hers before she could finish the challenge and the kiss stole her breath with an audible gasp. He methodically explored the heat of her mouth, not slowing until her head was spinning. She let out a small, contented sigh as he pulled away; her eyes fluttering open again. 

He smiled, "Not that I'm complaining, but what are you doing in my bed?" He toyed with a lock of her hair as he waited for her answer.

She stretched out beneath him. "My apartment felt too empty."

"And, being alone in mine is somehow better?" he asked doubtfully.

Her lips pulled into a wry smile, "It smells like you here."

"I knew there was a reason I didn't wash my sheets." She swatted at his shoulder and he chuckled. "And my place smelling like me," he hooked a finger over the edge of the sheet and slowly tugged it away from her chin, steadily exposing inch after inch of bare skin. "Did that somehow necessitate you being naked?"

Taylor yawned and feigned boredom. "Nah, that's just to annoy you. Is it working?"

The sheet slipped down below her breasts and Wilson grinned. "Annoyed, no. Bothered... Maybe." He watched the expression on her face as he continued to slide the sheet from her body.

She blushed at the sensation of the fabric skimming over her stomach. But when his fingers bunched the cloth against her thigh, she giggled nervously and grabbed the sheet. "Stop, Josh."

"Stop what?" His hand fisted in the cloth, trying to tug it from her grasp.

She squirmed, clinging to her last inch of modesty. "Josh," she complained.

He shifted quickly, prying her hands free and pinning her wrists to the bed in one large palm. "Taylor." His eyes glittered darkly and she stilled, her cheeks colouring again under the intensity of his stare. Slowly, deliberately, he traced the shape of her body with his eyes, sweeping the sheet away when it impeded his study.

Taylor felt the caress of his gaze as if it were a second set of hands. She watched with fascination the expressions that flit across his face. No one had ever looked at her like that before and a warm sensation spread from deep in her belly, bringing a flush to her whole body. God she wanted him to touch her.

He took his time as his eyes moved meticulously along her curves. She was nearly panting when his fingers brushed along her side. He shifted, his fingertips grazing the series of bruises along her forearm and down to her shoulder. Taylor's eyes fluttered as he moved to caress the side of her face. His thumb traced her bottom lip and Taylor couldn't keep the sigh from escaping. "Like what you see?" she whispered tentatively.

His lips drew back into a lazy smile. "Everything but the bruises, Shorty."

"Sorry," she said wryly. "I don't play well with hand grenades."

The smile dissolved from his face as the playful look in his eyes vanished. Taylor managed a quick breath before his lips were on hers. His grip tightened around her wrists as his tongue delved into the darkness of her mouth with a fury borne of the panic he'd experienced the night before. He didn't want to be reminded of it. He didn't like to see her bruises. He swallowed her moan as he plundered her mouth; the softness of her lips, the curves of her body beneath his the only thing soothing his frustration.

She swallowed hard as Josh's mouth moved along her jaw and kissed a fiery trail down the line of her neck. "If this is how you're going to be after every work day..."

He growled again, nipping at the skin just behind her ear. "Not every day involves hand grenades, Taylor."

"No," she let out a breathless laugh. "They don't."

"You'd better not be laughing at me," he muttered against the underside of her jaw.

"Nah," she giggled as his fingers brushed across her side. 

He teased the underside of breast, and glanced up, the mischief returning to his glittering blue eyes. "No?"

She squirmed as he toyed with her nipple, tweaking it between his thumb and forefinger. "No."

"You sure?" His mouth lowered to hover over her breast.

"Yes," she huffed impatiently, twisting her wrists against his firm hold.

He raised a brow, "Positive?"

"Josh," she whined, arching her back in hopes of bringing his mouth down where she wanted it.

His tongue darted out to flick the tip of her nipple. She let out a small cry and he pulled away. "I just want to be sure. You're awfully good at your job, and who knows, maybe you're lying to me."

"Goddamnit, Josh!" Taylor shrieked in frustration.

"Now now," he grinned, tracing a lazy design across her chest and stomach. "No one's ever died of frustration before."

Her eyes flashed, "You're going to die of something if you don't get down here right fucking now."

"Die of something?" he chuckled. "Come on, Taylor. You can do better than that."

"You goddamned, mother-fucking, sonuvabitch, ass..." Her tirade cut off in a gasp as his fingers slid over her sleek curls and into her wet folds.

He held his hand perfectly still, watching the lust pool in her eyes. "Did anyone ever tell you that you have a dirty fucking mouth?" He didn't wait for a retort, his mouth descending on hers before she could utter a sound. He took his time, kissing her slowly, methodically possessing her mouth.

He swallowed her moan as he plunged a finger into wet channel. She was so ready that he quickly added a second, letting his thumb brush against her clit. Her hips bucked involuntarily and she writhed beneath him, desperately twisting to free her wrists. He listened to her breathing, nuzzling her neck and pushing her closer to the edge, warping her into nothing but a tense bundle of nerves.

He stopped suddenly, withdrawing his hand to settle himself between her legs. "Josh, please," she whimpered. Taylor groaned as he pressed against her, letting out a frustrated sob when he pulled away again. "Stop teasing me!"

His laugh was deep and possessive and Taylor mewled in vexation as he shifted above her. His lips drew back in a roguish grin and he entered her in one powerful stroke. She gasped, the sensation nearly pushed her over the edge, and wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer, locking her ankles together so he couldn't pull away. 

He held himself still, fighting momentarily for control against the heat of her grasping walls. He took a deep, steadying breath and smiled down at the passion he saw in her eyes. It had been too long since he'd seen so much life in her eyes; she looked... happy? Wilson bent his head and kissed her deeply, the reactive clench of her smooth walls sending a shiver down his spine. Then he moved, flexing his hips with well-practiced purpose.

He released her wrists to better brace himself on one elbow, freeing his hand to caress her breast. Taylor gasped and arched into his palm before digging her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, dragging his mouth back down to hers and kissing him hard. As his tongue dipped into her mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his thrusts, her hips moved to match his, meeting him with each stroke.

Wilson groaned as she sucked on his tongue. The sensation of her nails running down his spine brought about another shudder and he plunged into her harder, deeper, faster, wringing one sweet cry after another from her lips. For one agonising moment, he didn't think he would last. She was too much, her breasts crushed against his chest, her lips hot and soft beneath his, her hands tangled in his hair or scoring across his shoulders. Then she surprised him, she always surprised him. She cried out his name, her body shuddering beneath his. Her walls clenched around him as he came.

He collapsed on top of her and she found herself grateful for his solid weight, firmly anchoring her in the flood of emotion that washed over her, smothering the tremble in her limbs. "That's for jumping off the building," he muttered into the crook of her neck.

Taylor sucked in a deep breath. "If that's how you plan on punishing me, it's not much of a deterrent." Her lips brushed the side of his neck as her fingers wove into the sweat soaked tips of his hair.

"Don't push me," he grumbled, his arms tightening around her. His lips found hers again, and he kissed her with a lazy satisfaction, resting his forehead against hers when he broke for a quick breath.

She sighed contentedly, her fingers continuing to play with his dark curls. "I think you're going to need another shower."

He laughed, planted a kiss on her lips, and dropped onto his back with a groan. "I'll wash your back if you wash mine."

Taylor giggled and rolled with the encouragement of his arm drawing her to his side. She settled her head on the centre of his chest, "Later." She closed her eyes as his fingers toyed with her hair. "How was New York?"

He cleared his throat. "About as messy as last night. How was dinner?"

"I had lasagne," she smiled. He pinched her butt playfully and she squeaked, pushing herself up onto her elbows to glare at him. He grinned roguishly and she raised a brow. "You know, it's a good thing you're as cute as you think you are," she muttered.

"Cute? I don't think I'd use the word cute, Shorty." His hand slid along the back of her neck and he pulled her mouth down to meet his. His tongue brushed against hers with slow intent and Taylor felt her body clench in response. She made a sound low in her throat somewhere between a moan and a purr that had Josh smiling against her lips. "I think I asked about dinner."

Her teeth dragged lightly on his lower lip. "Do you really want to talk about your sister right now?"

He hooked an arm under her thigh and dumped her onto her back, rolling on top of her with an amused stare. "You're right, I don't think I really want to talk about my sister right now." He dropped his head onto her shoulder and nipped at the skin there, chuckling when she squirmed. "But there is something that's been bugging me. And since I have you here... Like this, I might be so bold as to ask."




The Program Ch. 10



Taylor sighed under the full weight of his body. "Clearly I'm at your disposal here."

"A few weeks ago, I tried to sneak a peak at your personal file."

"What?" Taylor stiffened.

"It was when we were fighting." He kissed her collarbone. "I was really worried and you wouldn't talk to anyone."

"You still shouldn't have-"

He cut her off by kissing a trail up the side of her neck. "I know, I know. I was out of line. And Patrick read me the riot act." 

"So... You just thought you should tell me?"

He gazed down at her face and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Well, yes and no. I just- Is there a reason why none of the schools in South Boston have ever heard of you?"

She raised a brow. "You called every school in Southie?"

He nodded sheepishly. "When Danny said she wouldn't help me out."

"Danny couldn't have helped there either."

"You're not even on the grid until college."

Taylor smiled wryly. "That's what's been bugging you?"

Josh flashed a grin, "Among other things."

"And what do I get if I tell you?"

He nuzzled the soft skin on the underside of her jaw. "I have ways of making you talk."

She giggled, "Were you absent the day they taught information extraction?"

"No," he muttered against her neck. "I just like this method better. You? Southie?"

"I'll tell you, but I don't really want to talk about it."

"Telling me will satisfy the curiosity for now," he grumbled.

She sighed. "Taylor James didn't exist until college."

"What?" He pulled back and blinked at her, surprised to see the sincerity on her face. "What do you mean you didn't exist?"

A flash of trepidation crossed her face and she pushed out from under him. "I had to change my name." She curled up on her side with a sigh. "Taylor James didn't go to school in Southie. But I did."

Josh blinked at her for a moment, processing what she said. "Ah," he said finally. He slid his arms around her, drawing her back into the curve of his body. "That explains it, then."

She shifted trying to get comfortable. "That explains it?"

He nodded, "Sure."

"And you're ok with it?"

"Mmn," he nuzzled the back of her neck. "Does anyone else know?"

"Patrick does."

"Patrick knows everything. Can I ask what your name was before? You know, in case it comes up in dinner conversation or something?"

Taylor released a nervous laugh. "It won't."

"Tell me anyway."

She picked at the sheet until he took her hand in his, seamlessly entwining their fingers. "Shannon," she whispered. "Shannon Taylor McManus."

"Huh." Taylor shifted uncomfortably and his arms drew tighter around her. "Shannon McManus," he repeated thoughtfully. "Nah," he buried his lips in her hair. "Taylor James suits you better."

She snorted. "I'm glad you approve."

"You're not mad at me for dragging that out of you?"

"No," she squeezed his hand. "Not mad."

His fingers playfully skimmed along her stomach as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "You tired?"

"Depends on what time we have to be at work in the morning."

His lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear. "We don't," he whispered.

~o~

"James!" Patrick's voice carried through the corridor. "My office!"

Taylor furrowed her brow and glanced at Wilson. "What did you do this time?" he asked incredulously.

"I didn't do anything," she whispered, standing and straightening her shirt.

"Maybe he found out that you're sneaking off for quickies during your lunch hours," Castle offered with a mischievous grin.

Taylor flushed. It was meant to be funny, but the team still didn't know about her relationship with Wilson and it was her hope to keep it that way. "If I'm going down for that, you're going down for your stash of porn in the locker room." She was only halfway kidding. Castle shifted in his chair and cleared his throat, which set Remy off in a fit of guffaws. Castle cuffed Monty upside the back of his head.

"What the hell was that for?" Monty complained.

"You know what," Castle snapped before falling into a fit of laughter himself.

"Alright, kids. Behave yourselves," Wilson said sternly even with a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "You were working on the schematics; I think you should get back to it." He paused and turned to her. "Taylor, go to the principal's office."

She snorted and left the room to a series of 'oohs.' They really did act like children sometimes. She sobered up the instant she reached Patrick's open door. She knocked softly, accepting the slight tilt of his head as invitation and sat down.

"Sounds like the natives are restless," Patrick murmured, finishing whatever he was writing before closing the file and setting it to the side.

"You know how boys can be," she said flippantly.

"Mmn," he nodded. "They're all fun and games until someone takes their favourite toy." She felt her cheeks turn a dark shade of crimson, but didn't insult Patrick with a denial. He smiled. "Don't worry. It's my job to know these things, not theirs. And that's not what I wanted to talk to you about."

"No lecture?" she asked.

"Lecture? God no. You two keep it out of the office so I don't care. You've managed things like this before."

She flushed down to the roots of her hair. "That didn't exactly go to plan."

"Nothing does," he muttered. "Which is what you're here for."

"More planning?" she groaned.

He laughed. "Interestingly enough, yes. We've another job to start. Quite like the last one save for two small details. One, we're working with the feds. And two, this time you're in charge."

"What? No," she objected instinctively.

"Welcome to the big show."

Taylor stared at Patrick incredulously. "You have to be kidding me."

Patrick snorted. "I wish I was. Sorry, James. You're coordinating the team."

"Surely Wilson would be better at that," she objected. "I mean, I'm not even remotely diplomatic. I'll start a turf war in the first five minutes."

Now Patrick was actually laughing outright. "You're right. I know you're right. But for some reason, they asked for you personally. I'll give you the whole team: Wilson, Remy, Castle, and Monty, but you're in charge."

Taylor stood suddenly and began pacing. "So... Either some Fed has a death wish or they have it in for me at the FBI."

"Or," Patrick pursed his lips. "There really is no intelligence in the FBI."

"How serious is this mission, Patrick?"

"Deadly." The mood in the room turned sober. "This is the last of the front companies in VanTerran's holdings. We take care of this, we can close that book completely. Or as close to completely as I accept."

"And you're hoping it'll go better than this last one?" Her pride was still smarting from the last debacle of a mission. It wasn't the indignity of falling over the side of the building or being shot at by another governmental agency, but rather the insult of being the brain behind a giant near-disaster.

"The FBI seems to think that if they have a few of their men on oversight, there's less of a chance for a repeat performance."

"It wasn't our fault, Patrick."

"I know. The ATF crossed the line at the worst time imaginable. But we've been over that before." He smiled when she shook her head. "You know I don't blame you. Wilson doesn't blame you either. Though, if you had fallen over the side of that building, he'd certainly have killed you for it."

Taylor chuckled. "He seems to have this adverse reaction to the idea of me brushing with death."

"He's not the only one concerned by your mortality."

She waved her hand absently at him. "Stop worrying, dad."

Patrick snorted. "If I were your father, I'd have taught you better manners. Now sit."

"Right, right. I keep forgetting you're the father of the year." She dropped gracelessly back into the chair. "How many of them am I working with?"

"The group of you," Patrick paused to raise a brow. "Will be working with four of the feds, which is why I'm giving you four for the team. I like to have the majority stake in these things. They're sending over a rep today."

"Today?" She hissed angrily, the levity leaving her voice. "For fuck's sake, Patrick!"

"I've been told they're sending the best they've got."

"Right." Taylor massaged her temples in irritation and heaved a sigh. "When do we start?"

"Right now," came a voice from the door.

A smile spread across Patrick's face as Taylor spun angrily to see who would intrude on her briefing. "Martin?"

Bill shifted uneasily at the flash in Taylor's eyes, but he smiled nonetheless. "I've been sent to get the ball rolling over here."

"We put you in with the Feds?" Taylor muttered. "That's just wrong."

"Apparently they need some IT help over there," Bill quipped.

"You're the FBI's best?" Taylor raised a brow.

"Their best attempt at controlling you." Bill smiled wryly. "I think they figure I've survived you in the past, I'm a good bet for the future."

"So I have to work with you again?" the sarcasm in her voice took the sting out of the comment.

"God forbid," Bill shot back.

"You have no idea what you're in for, Boy Scout."

Bill knew better than to take her threat to heart and grinned broadly. "Bring it on."

~~o~~

 I made you all wait way WAY too long for this chapter. I'm glad you stuck around long enough to read it. I had originally planned on putting it out in March, but... something about good intentions and hell.

I intentionally left this open enough for another story to follow this one, but I'm not quite ready to start that one. Instead, I have two other stories I've been playing with.

The first is actually a prequel to "The Program." Haven't named it yet, but it would layout where Taylor, Wilson, Danny and Mick all came from. (See excerpt 1 below) The other is completely unrelated to anything I've done before. It'd be more in line with "On Forgetting" but isn't action/adventure at all... at least, no more than the average daily life is for me and my friends, or maybe a really bad day. It's also unnamed as of yet, and it'd be, well, romancy. (See excerpt 2 below) Let me know if you have a preference one way or another. But updates will be really REALLY slow either way (Sorry, I just know it's going to get worse before it's better). Anyway, have a read, the excerpts aren't necessarily from the beginning of the stories, let me know what you think.

I hope you enjoyed "The Program." And as always, thanks for reading!

~ewebie 

~o~

EXCERPT 1:

Taylor smoothed the short, black dress over her hips and looked in the mirror. "You have got to be kidding me," she muttered.

"Sorry, kid. Totally serious."

Taylor jumped at the sound of Morgan Patrick's voice in her ear. "Who wears shit like this?" She eyed the three-inch stiletto heels sceptically. "I mean, I'm not promising anything graceful in these shoes."

"If you're done preening, we've got work to do," Wilson's voice clipped in.

"The audio better be the only thing that's on right now," she grumbled, giving herself one last glance in the mirror. She sighed; she looked nothing like herself. There wasn't a hair out of place, her makeup was perfect, and her clothes... Well, she'd never have picked them herself and couldn't have afforded them if she wanted to. Here goes nothing, she thought, and headed out to the main office.

Patrick, Remy, and Larson were engrossed in conversation, leaning over a blueprint, spread across the boardroom table, but Wilson was still toying with the equipment and saw Taylor come in. He let out a low whistle and Taylor turned sharply, narrowing her eyes at him. He grinned. "Shorty, looking like that should be illegal."

Taylor smiled sweetly. "Try and cuff me, and I'll put one of these heels through your hand."

Wilson chuckled. "Come here, I need to get the video working on that costume." 

Reluctantly, Taylor made her way over to the electronic equipment. "We've already confirmed that my earpiece is working. What else do I need?"

"Well, Mick's really doing the grunt work on this," he gave her a sly wink. "You're more of a garnish tonight. A little arm candy."

Taylor scowled. "So I'm a distraction."

"Sure," Wilson smiled. "But a pretty distraction. And everybody looks at the distraction. So, I just need to adjust this camera." Wilson set a hand on her shoulder and stooped, dropping so he was eyelevel with her chest. He adjusted the sapphire coloured gem that adorned the centre of the empire waistline. Taylor watched the top of his head as he worked. Wilson glanced up and winked. "One last thing." His hand snaked into the top of her dress.

"Hey!" she shrieked.

"Oh, sorry," he said without the least bit of contrition in his voice. "I have cold hands."

Taylor scowled as he chuckled and clicked the camera on. "You just watch where those fingers go, Bub. Misuse them, you lose them."

"Oh yeah?" Wilson's gaze was locked on the small screen beside him as he focused the camera. "I can think of worse ways to go."

She grumbled under her breath and rolled her eyes. "Next time, warn me, or I'll drop you on the spot."

Mick's warm laugh reached her as his hands came to rest on her bare shoulders. "I'd be careful, Wilson. She'd probably do it."

"Probably? I'd do it," she muttered as Wilson withdrew his hand. "You done yet?"

Wilson straightened to his full height and grinned down at Taylor. Even with the heels, she couldn't meet his gaze at eye level, and the anger that sparked in her green eyes only made his smile grow. "I've seen better."

Taylor snarled and drew her arm back as Mick snagged her upper arm and turned her away from Wilson. "Now now, let's not get blood on that pretty new dress," he said softly.

"You two ready?" Patrick asked from the table.

Mick wrapped an arm around Taylor's shoulder and guided her to the table. "Ready as ever, boss."

~o~

EXCERPT 2:

I was beat. One hundred percent wrecked. I probably shouldn't even have been driving. But after the sub-I on Prof's team, I needed to get away from Dublin. Not that I'd seen much of Dublin beyond the inside of the hospital for the past two weeks, but the idea of sitting at home, alone, and sleeping off the past forty-eight straight hours in the hospital didn't sound relaxing enough. I'd be back in hospital on Monday, new team, but still surgical bitch for another pair of endless weeks and I needed some TLC. Yeah, ok, it was selfish, but Wes wasn't on call this weekend, and he'd informed me that he had no plans for the weekend and I was more than welcome in Mullingar if it suited. Yes, it did suit, thank you very much. As dumb as the new HSE rules were, at least it meant Friday afternoon off, or it implied rather. No rules really apply to sub-interns. Bottom of the food-chain. Meh. Such is life. But Prof knew better than to keep me around after two nights on call. I'd like to think it was for my own personal well-being, but it was probably because when I reach that point, all my verbal filters are gone. God knows what I'd say to a patient... Or do...

And so I found myself zipping up the M4 on my way to Mullingar. Speeding. Windows down, music up. I'd say hair blowing in the wind, but I had enough sense to keep it out of my eyes. I had enough trouble seeing as it was. I rolled into his apartment complex at one hour and five minutes; a new record. I grinned, probably shouldn't tell Wes about that one. He hates thinking about how fast I drive. It's the only dangerous thing I do in life anymore, and I'm careful. Never in bad weather, never with weird drivers around, never with a full car, and never on the small windy roads. I'd even stopped changing clothes while driving, but only in exchange for his promise not to text me while driving anymore. I was turning into my mother.

I turned off the car and dug around in my purse for the keys to Wes' flat. He'd given me my own set about a month back. It was more convenient this way, he'd told me. Just in case I got in early one day. Personally, I think he wanted me to make dinner before he was home, but regardless, I was glad to have it today. I opened the door and sighed as the warm smell of his home wrapped around me. All my prior experience said that men, living alone, wound up with smelly, dirty, unorganised domiciles. Wes never failed to prove my conclusions wrong. He was tidy, and his place was always clean. As for the smell, it was nice, a sort-of man smell, spicy, but homey. It smelled like him. It was comforting. It made me wish he was already home. I glanced at my watch and sighed, three o'clock. He wouldn't be home until half five at the earliest.

Best idea: unload the groceries, bring in my bag, watch a movie until Wes gets home. Maybe I'll start dinner before he's here, but that could be a bad decision if he was stuck in late. Like most days. I hated his boss. Even though I'd never met him. Even if Wes refused to really all out despise the man, I really disliked him for both of us. Long story short, dinners had been ruined in the past. So, eff his boss. I'd get set up for dinner around five and then throw it in the oven as soon as Wes was in the door. Food put away and my bag in the guest room, I popped in a dvd and curled up on the sofa. When the movie was over, I'd start dinner.

"Lizzie?"

I murmured as his fingertips swept along my hairline. I wasn't quite awake.

"Wake up, Lizzie," he said softly.

I could hear the smile in his voice. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking to bring him into focus. He was smiling. He was tired, but he had a goofy lilt to his smile. And he was still in his work clothes, sleeves cuffed, tie just a little loose, hair just a touch messy. He looked yummy. I grumbled through a small grin of my own, "What time is it?" 

"Half six."

"Oh." I furrowed my brow and craned my neck to see the tv screen. It was off. "What happened to the movie?"

He chuckled. "It was over, and the menu was on repeat. I turned it off."

I dropped back on the pillow that was certainly leaving an imprint on my left cheek and closed my eyes. "I was going to have dinner started before you got home."

His palm cupped my cheek and I cooed when his thumb traced my lips. "It's good you didn't," he whispered. "I was late."

I smiled, thinking that he wasn't giving me much reason to open my eyes again. "Mmn," I nodded. "I fell asleep."

I heard him shift, his hand never leaving my cheek. Then the soft brush of his lips against mine. His beard tickled and it brought about a smile in spite of the kiss. He was slow and gentle, kissing me as if he had all the time in the world. "Clearly," he murmured against my lips.

I made another mmn-ing noise and bit my lower lip before opening my eyes. He sat back on his haunches and grinned. "Good-morning," I giggled and shifted so he could sit on the couch. He did. I rubbed my eyes and gave another smile, pushing myself up onto my elbows. "I should get up and make dinner."

"I have a better idea." He set a hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down on the couch. "How about I take care of dinner tonight, you can make dinner tomorrow night."

I squeezed his hand and raised a brow. "You're not going to somehow arrange for us to end up in a restaurant tomorrow?"

The corner of his mouth drew back into a lop-sided grin. "Wouldn't dream of it."

"'Cause I already bought the food."

"Tricky."

I kissed the heel of his palm where I was still hanging onto his hand. "I'm mean like that."

"Ok, plan." He pulled me up to sitting. "I need to get out of my work clothes, and," he gave me a once-over, "If you wanted to do the same?"

I nodded and stretched. "Maybe a shower too," I wrinkled my nose. "It's been a long week and I haven't seen my flat since Wednesday."

"I... didn't want to say anything, but..." He made a face. I let out an indignant squeak and smacked his arm. He laughed and caught my arm before I could hit him again, pulling me in for another slow, lazy kiss. When he was done, he rested his forehead against mine. "You are a sight for sore eyes. And I think you're beautiful." I felt my skin flush; not just my face, I was blushing down to my toes. "But go take a shower, I'll figure out something for dinner."




The Program Ch. 1



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Tawny gripped the pole at the edge of the large round play-pad in the "playpen" and screamed in ecstasy as Donald pressed his warm glans firmly against her uterus. His long, hard shaft had another inch to go, but he had not finished stretching her uterus to it's full potential. He leaned over her, sweat streaming from his face as his hips pumped in and out of her in repeated, long satisfying strokes. Tawny writhed under his tense, muscular frame, her legs clutching and rubbing at his thighs and legs, as she gasped and wiggled under him, feeling such intense pleasure that she told herself she must be in heaven. Donald's cock was not only large and hard, but it was outfitted with extra, pleasure-giving accessories in the form of a Prince Albert, or PA, piercing and no less than four barbells through the dorsal side of his shaft. Although she still trembled when she looked at it, she could not deny the friction from his cock-jewelry multiplied the pleasure of his fucking many times.

She groaned again as his cock slowly withdrew from her deep gash. Each of his studded bars caught her clit ring momentarily, shooting electric-like shocks of pleasure directly into her clit. She could not hold her excitement as his PA clashed with her clit-ring as he paused before thrusting his shaft back into her. Tawny moaned and shook her hips and spurted a generous spray of her cum on his cock-head, just as he proceeded to push it home. The added heat and lubrication of her cum made his cock throb and he pushed it hard into her collapsing tunnel, forcing it to splay open for his studded ramrod. Tawny grasped at him with her legs and hugged his body, digging her nails into his back as her head slammed back and she groaned through a powerful orgasm. His cock hit into her hard, stretching her vagina and, this time, forced his full length into her slick, spasm-filled tunnel. Tawny groaned again, her pussy filling her body with an aching pleasure.

Donald felt like the most powerful male on earth. Tawny was a package of sensual female sexuality and she was cumming and squirming under his body like a dervish. He pressed his cock deep into her contorted pussy and felt his hair crushing against her clit-rings. The sensation made Tawny scream out in ecstasy again as it brought on an after-orgasm, extending her pussy into another twist of pleasure-spasm. Donald tried to hold his own, but the twisting, clinging, sexual animal under him was too much and his cock began to eject his stream of hot, wet cum deep into her hot, twisting tunnel. Tawny felt his load and shook uncontrollably as she drifted deeper into a warm, cum-soaked world of pleasure.

She lost track of time and looked up, seeing Donald's sweating, panting face and smiled softly. She ran her fingers along his sides and sighed as a cool breeze blew across her body, stiffening her aching nipples even more as it licked at her sweat drenched skin.

Donald summed up his emotions with one brief comment. "God you are one unbelievable fuck Tawny."

She accepted his compliment with a smile, thinking the same of the man leaning over her. He smiled and leaned his head down, and sucked her left nipple between his lips. He held his softening cock deep in her, preferring to let it slip out of her cum-laden pussy when it was ready and occupied himself with orally showing his appreciation for her sexy body. Tawny reacted by arching her back, and breathing deep, offering her nipples to him to suck or touch as he wished. His teeth found the soft tissue of her nipple and he bit into her, lightly, pulling and teasing the stiff nubs to a maximum hardness. He turned his mouth to her right nipple, this time fitting his teeth behind her nipple ring and tugging lightly on it, stretching her hole and wiggling the ring with his tongue. Tawny sighed, feeling warm and loved as the ring rubbed through her sensitive nipple flesh.

Donald felt his cock fall from her slippery slit as his cock deflated, but he continued his oral play on her nipples. Tawny breathed deeply and began to shiver and move her body under him. His attentions began to stir her pussy again and his hands began to come into play, kneading her other breast and nipple and caressing her ass and then slipping between her thighs to pull and feel at her clit rings. Tawny began to moan and move under his manipulations, encouraging his movements as her body heated up in his hands. Again, Donald began to feel powerful and masculine as this piece of perfect femininity reacted to his touch. His cock began to swell and his mouth sucked and bit and moved over her swollen breasts. Tawny panted and then arched, groaning as Donald sucked and nibbled on her breast and flicked her clit ring. She exploded in his hands, her pussy ejecting a stream of hot wet cum onto his fingers and her body shuddering and shaking under his body.

Donald felt like superman, his cock ached with stiffness and he knew what he needed next. He lay on his side and gently pressed on her shoulders. She licked and kissed her way down his body and wrapped her lips over his cock. There she stayed, sucking and licking until Donald put his second load deep in her throat for her to swallow. Yes, Donald felt like superman and he could not imagine life without a fabulous fuck like her again.

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It was early evening and Donald and Paul were comparing their notes about their session with their sister. Each had fucked her for several hours before finally giving her up to Ricki. They agreed she was the most sensual girl they had ever had and when they started adding up orgasms, they realized she was seemingly tireless. Both recognized her sexuality had at least doubled since she had pleasured them prior to her becoming an official slave to Mistress Darla. They knew she was unique and they also knew Darla had special plans for her; plans that somehow involved The Program; the Company that Darla worked for part-time.

Meanwhile, Ricki and Tawny remained wrapped in one another's arms in their bedroom. Ricki had been unable to carry out her ambitious plans for playing with her sister. Her anticipation for Tawny's touch was so great she had her first orgasm while kissing her sister on the lips. After that, she had a continual series of small and large orgasms while she touched, kissed, licked and felt Tawny's sensual body under her domineering hands. 

She smiled broadly each time she felt her sister shudder with an orgasm as well. Ricki felt powerful and influential, because she could almost will Tawny to an orgasm and she put that will to practice over and over throughout the early hours of the morning, after she had taken possession from Paul. Now she lay quietly, caressing and loving her beautiful sister, listening to her soft breathing as she slept, exhausted, after over 18 hours of continual sexual pleasure-giving and receiving. Ricki would miss her sister dearly.



The Program Ch. 3



(Note: The previous chapter, Chapter 2, Expanding a Limit, contains material which has forced its placement in the sister site AllExtremeSex, which can be accessed via the "Extreme" link on the Literotica Story page.)

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Chapter 3: Reception

Darla watched as Brad strode across the lanai of the Kahuna Club. She was anxious to hear some details of how his session with her girl had gone. Things had been moving swiftly since her arrival from a Company meeting in Las Vegas. She had bet on her instincts that Tawny was ready for entry into the program with the Company and was relieved to hear some initial reports from Ricki that Tawny was well and happy and had "done well" with Brad. A phone call from Brad had confirmed that Tawny had exceeded her expectations, as usual, but she wanted to have some first-hand descriptions from Brad; thus the impromptu meeting.

Brad came to her table, nodded and sat down after Darla smiled and indicated the seat to him. She hailed a waitress and asked him to order.

"Brad, I think I owe you thanks for some very splendid work. I have not had the opportunity to view it yet, but I did receive the videotape and I think that I'll review it with our starlet this evening. But I do want to hear some details and, well, I think you know just the information I need, if you will be so kind."

Darla took a sip of her drink and leaned her chin on her palm, staring toward the handsome man across from her.

"Darla, I think what you want to know is, well, yes, she was not anxious at first, but I used your card, so to speak, and the barriers came down. I let one of my dogs pin her to my gate when she first came in."

Darla scowled, thinking that Brad had used undue force. Brad read her face.

"No, Darla, I obeyed your instructions to the T. She caved in pretty quickly, didn't resist the animal, and let him probe at her with his nose and mouth. I could see she was enjoying the feeling, so I told her not to be afraid and follow her instincts. I assured her I could control the animal, but also let her know that if she liked what she felt, she should let it happen. Then I reminded her that you wanted her to be good, and she fell right into it. Every time I evoked your name, her resistance melted. I really believe that she has always wanted to do it, with the dog, I mean, but she never had enough incentive to let her barrier down."

"So, you believe that she only did it because of her loyalty to me?"

"Absolutely. I admit I felt a small rage of jealousy. I've wanted to see her drop her limits on bestiality all along, but she wouldn't do it for me. You have a special hold on her; something I don't have. I believe that is what this was really all about, wasn't it?"

Darla smiled and nodded to Brad.

"Brad, it was as you have guessed. What is that quaint saying? If you love something, let it go, if it comes back, it is yours and if not, and so on. I know she is mine, so I can let her go now. It was a test for you as well. You have verified to me that you can be a loyal and obedient friend. That will be rewarded. You will get your chance with the Company and you will see my Tawny again, in all likelihood. You will never own her, as I do, but I share with loyal friends. And, of course, I needed her to expand her horizons and, for personal reasons, I didn't want to be the initiator."

"Well, Darla, she resisted, but I could see by the glare in her eyes that she was hungry for it. I did her in stages, starting with the gate incident, then I made her confess her dirty little thoughts to me and after that she was cumming in the dog's face like a bitch in heat. I got it all on the tape for you. I talked her into touching it with her hand and I knew she wanted to suck it, but I had to use your name to get her to go for it."

"So, she sucked it for me. Most splendid. And the rest?"

"You'll see, I warmed her up a bit, with some spanking. She loves that spanking doesn't she? And I had her dress and strip and do an entire show. She was fantastic. I still don't know how many times she came, but you'll see it all."

Darla squirmed on her chair.

"Brad, darling, you are making me hot as hell talking about it. I will review matters with Tawny tonight. Tomorrow and the following day I will be saying my goodbyes. She will be off the next day. You come to me then. We need to get closely acquainted, then I can send you off as well."

Brad was all smiles and left Darla, for the time being, and Darla returned to her home, for a couple more days of enjoying her prize, Tawny, and preparing her for her future as a slave.

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The huge jumbo jet banked and Tawny glanced out the right side to glimpse the beautiful chain of islands below. She had always heard of this chain of islands, halfway around the world from her home, but had never been able to visit. Now she would get a glimpse of what many called paradise.

Tawny was still full of wonderment over all the mysteries that Darla revealed to her about The Program and the Company that administered it. The Company was a complex worldwide secret society, dealing in what most organized countries would consider slavery and prostitution. The training headquarters was based on the islands below her, operating under the protection of a government that was more than happy to turn a blind eye to the Company's activities in return for the flow of tourist and tax dollars that came from the wealthy clientele and rich resorts run by the Company's more legitimate side. The "Program", and it was always referred to only by that name, was what Tawny was going to enter. It was only one of several activities that the Company was involved in. The others were gambling, real estate, international banking and others that Darla did not talk about. Since the Company was so secret and so rich, Tawny had already concluded that they were probably into prostitution and drugs. Her program was something like prostitution, but on a much more classy scale.

Darla had really opened her eyes for her over the past few days. Darla had been one of the first to go through the Company's program. The experience had made her the wealthy, beautiful and influential woman she is today. Tawny could still not visualize her following in her path, but Darla had insisted that Tawny would be just like her in time. At the end of her service, she would receive a large cash bonus and be afforded an opportunity to invest her money in the Company and lend her talents as either a recruiter, or a part-time submissive or trainer in return for a handsome commission.

What had amazed Tawny even more was that the very same Roger, who had almost captured her in a web of sexual submission, was the same man who had unintentionally pushed Darla into the protective influence of the Company years ago. As Darla had told her, The Program became her road less traveled and it had made all the difference in her life. Now Tawny was going to be able to travel the same road and she was sure it would make all the difference in her life too. The revelation about Roger made all the events of the past months so sensible to her now. And now she understood why Darla had chosen to involve Brad into part of her training and preparation for this opportunity. What had been a confusing web of seemingly unrelated events were now so obviously related and they all added up to her being here, looking down on paradise and what seemed like an unbelievably bright future.

She would spend a month on the island, first at a public resort, then on a private island, where she would learn all the secrets of being a perfect slave, a pleasure slave, a concubine. She would be evaluated and marketed based on her sexual preferences and natural abilities, then sold at a grand event in Las Vegas, back in the US. Tawny thought the idea was dangerous at first. How can you be sure that a maniac would not buy her, torture her and kill her, she had asked? Darla had asked the same thing when she started, and the directors of the Company had addressed the same concerns. The Company was a members-only organization and the requirements for gaining and maintaining membership were exacting and well thought out. There was no danger of disease, for example, due to a stringent medical testing and verification program. Members and the purchased slaves were regularly monitored and interviewed to be sure they were treated or treating with respect and dignity. In the twenty-five years the Company had been operating, there had been no deaths and only one slave had ever been mistreated. As a result of that incident, the girl was scarred on her chest, but her former owner, a Japanese banker, had died of a painful accident and quite penniless too. The Company took very severe steps to enforce their very high standards of conduct.

Darla had spent a lot of time explaining to Tawny how safe The Program is. For the most part, she had told her, The Program regulates itself. The members are experienced men and women and have been dealing with BDSM and D/S matters for years. Since she was property, and expensive property, there was a self-governing tendency to protect the value of the asset. Furthermore, she was to go out as a pleasure slave. For those that liked the darker side of BDSM, plenty of pain-slaves were also available. So Tawny understood that there were both formal and informal methods to see that she was protected. She would be sold with a title, which listed all the things and categories of activity she was both experienced in or would be willing to try. There would be no limits listed, but there would be general areas that would not be permitted for her classification as a pleasure slave. For Tawny, painful regimens, which would scar or damage her either physically or psychologically, would not be permitted.

The light came on in the first class cabin, warning all passengers to place their seats in an upright position and lift their trays. Tawny smiled at the flight attendant, handing over her now empty wine glass and leaned back to watch the beautiful aqua seas and swaying palms come closer into focus as the plane made its descent toward the island's single runway. Tawny thought about Darla and Ricki as the plane neared the runway. She would miss them. The last two days had been an endless dream of orgasms and touching. Darla had made love to her and watched her video that Brad had made with the animal. Again, Tawny had been so surprised to find out that Darla had also been introduced to bestiality, but not until after she had entered the program. Darla had told her that the experience, on her assessment sheet, would greatly increase her value, not necessarily because she was experienced at bitching, but because her limits were so much broader and made her a probable candidate for many more perversions that she had probably not yet even thought of. "Keep an open mind and throw away all your inhibitions," Darla had told her, "and you will enjoy the next few years thoroughly."

The plane touched the runway with a jolt and the engines roared, slowing the plane rapidly. Four or five years, she thought. She had agreed to a four-year commitment as a slave, with a fifth year option to extend. That is what Darla had done. She hoped she would enjoy whoever it was that purchased her.

Tawny grabbed her small carry-on, the only luggage she had. She had come with only one change of clothes for her overnight in Bangkok, and the outfit she had worn the day before was left in her hotel room. Now she had only the clothing on her back. It was a white suit consisting of a brief cut jacket and white skirt, just above her knees. Under her jacket she wore a sleeveless red chiffon blouse over a red lace lift bra, which matched a pair of bikini cut red lace panties. Her feet were strapped in white heels and she had on a pair of elastic-topped sheer nylons. She was told she needed nothing more, so her carry-on contained only a few personal items and identification papers. She stepped down the stairway from the plane and had a brief walk through the warm tropical sun to the customs area. She was in line only a moment when a uniformed agent came to her and told her to follow him. She was taken to the diplomatic carousel and let through immediately, and then she was handed over to a uniformed driver who escorted her to a Mercedes sedan. The car pulled out from the airport and Tawny was on the way to the resort on the other side of the island before the first passenger had cleared customs. Her treatment had been first class all the way and she was really enjoying the privileges of the lifestyle.

It was a half-hour drive over a ridge to the other side of the island. The Mercedes stopped at a bungalow situated by itself, right on the beach. She got out as a bellman opened her door. Tawny stepped in and the door closed behind her. She was alone in a beautiful room with first class appointments. There was a huge round bed, a hot tub in one corner, a wet bar, a huge bath and shower and a small living area with a small sofa and a lounge chair. She opened the blinds and looked out on a beautiful lanai that opened onto a gorgeous white sand beach, shaded by palms and leading into a beautiful, clear bay. She was just adjusting to the wonderment when the phone rang.

Tawny lifted the receiver and was greeted by a clear and confident sounding female voice. She was welcomed to the island as a candidate for the program and told she would be receiving a visitor shortly. The visitor was described as a tall male with a dark complexion, dark hair, wearing shorts and a tank-top shirt and had a tattoo on his forearm. She was to accord him her warmest welcome and to treat him with familiarity. The phone disconnected before she could ask any more questions.

Tawny already imagined that this visitor might end up fucking her. She wasn't there just to enjoy herself at the beach and Darla had already told her that she would find herself playing out every sexual fantasy she had ever done or thought of doing while she was being assessed by the Company for her placement in The Program. She had been told that Darla, as a recruiter for the Company, had a lot of input into her assessment, but the Company would go to any length to verify and expand the database on her sexuality.

She wandered through the large room, playing with gadgets, turning on the radio, selecting different stations and putting her few toiletries into the bathroom. The bath was well stocked with various soaps and lotions, fragrant oils for the bath, body oils, and there was a supply of disposable douche and a jar of KY jelly; not the usual stock items for a hotel room, she thought. Tawny went back to the sliding door and pushed it open. The air was warm, but there was a gentle breeze, so she pulled the curtain back and let the door stay open. She removed her jacket, laid it on the bed and straightened her skirt as she looked in the full-length mirror that dominated the wall opposite the bed. She straightened her hair and pulled her blouse down. Her nipples barely showed through the lace of her bra and the red chiffon blouse and she could not see even an outline of her small silver barbells which ran through the flesh of her nipples. Darla had told her not to wear her initialed "D" balls in her body jewelry once she arrived on the island. She was not Darla's property now, but belonged to the Company until a new owner purchased her. The thought made her sad, but Darla had told her that she would always be welcome back in her home and that she could decide on further service to her after her contract with the Company was completed. Furthermore, Darla told her that she would be able to visit her now and then and she would be involved in seeing to Tawny's safety and happiness while engaged as a slave in the program.

A noise at the door broke her chain of thought. She turned to the door and the knob turned and opened. A man stepped in, smiling, and closed the door behind him. He fit the description she had received over the phone. He was tall, dark-skinned, with black curly hair and there was a large tattoo on his right forearm. He was wearing a rather tight fitting pair of shorts and a tank-type t-shirt. His feet were shoeless and he wore a pair of sunglasses on the top of his head. He carried a small cloth bag in his hand, which he unceremoniously set on the chair that was near the door. He paused and looked at her while his eyes wandered up and down her body. Tawny realized she was doing an assessment of him as well. He had more than a dark complexion; he was very black. He had a handsome face and well-developed muscles and Tawny could see that he had a sizeable bulge between his legs.

"Tawny, I presume. My name is Yanno, and I am here to provide you some company and a little bit of orientation for your next week here at what we call the induction center. You can think of me as a friend and as a mentor. I will answer any questions I can and see to it that your first few days here are enjoyable as well as productive."

Tawny smiled, enjoying his appearance and his friendly voice. She had only had sex with one other black man in all her life and he was a very domineering and good partner. She had always harbored a little awe and fear of blacks. She stereotyped them as earthy people, a little more aggressive than most men and a bit less sophisticated. He had an unusual accent, something like a mix of English and some native dialect, like an educated Jamaican or something. He did not seem threatening or domineering, yet he seemed confident and approachable.

"Yes, I am Tawny and thank you for coming. I was feeling a little lost."

Tawny crossed her arms, recognizing her old tendency to be shy when first meeting a man. She thought a moment, looked at him and remembered that she was supposed to treat him with familiarity. She let her smile return and dropped her arms and walked toward him, getting closer, and looked at his eyes as she spoke.

"I do have a lot of questions, but can't really think of any at this second. They will come out. Do you have any for me right now?"

"No Tawny, I don't. I've read a lot about you though and I'll say that I consider myself to be a lucky man to be assigned as your initial observer from the Company. I'm here to help you relax and feel comfortable in these beautiful surroundings, so I've brought a few things for you. I suggest we start by getting out and around the area, maybe try out some of the beach attractions together. I'll tell you that I will be making some observations and reporting on what I see, how you react to different situations, but you can't know what I'm looking for, so my advice is to just try to be as natural as you can. In a word, just do what you like and follow your instincts."

Tawny felt his final words and thought that it was more than just a coincidence. There was nothing new about being told to follow her instincts. Tawny had concluded that her natural instincts were quite attractive to dominant people and that she was a very good submissive if she just let herself go. Darla had certainly reinforced her thoughts when she had discussed them with her. Tawny reminded herself that there was nothing she could do that she should feel ashamed of and that she was in a place where she could do absolutely anything she felt an urge to do.

Yanno reached for the cloth bag and pulled it open. He lifted out a bathing suit, a brief bikini made of a very thin fabric. He tossed it on the bed and then lifted out a box about half the size of a shoebox and last, a felt box, similar in size. He set the first box on the chair and took the second to the table before the bed and opened it. It was full of an array of jewelry, rings, balls, small chains, necklaces, anklets and so on.

"The jewelry is for you to use while you are here. You may wear what you want, but always at least one piece in a visible location. Each piece has a Company logo that our people will recognize as well as any hotel employee. While you display your Company symbol, you need no money for anything you want. Everything here is available for your use and any food or beverage.'




The Program Ch. 4



(Note: The previous chapter, Chapter 2, Expanding a Limit, contains material which has forced its placement in the sister site AllExtremeSex, which can be accessed via the "Extreme" link on the Literotica Story page.) 

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Chapter 4: Assessments

Tawny slipped the bottom of her suit off and went to the bath cabinet to assemble what she thought she'd need to prepare for Mistress Kira. She confirmed a couple of details with Yanno and lined the necessary supplies next to the tub before climbing in. The tub was situated in a corner of the larger suite, so Yanno had an unobstructed view of her preparations. Tawny sat on the end of the tub and set her legs up on the rims so her thighs straddled the tub. She spread a layer of cream over her legs and up her thighs; then she took the razor and pulled it gently over her skin, removing any trace of body hair that may have been allowed to collect. She took a second razor and followed the same path over her shins, thighs and up her hips. 

Yanno sat quietly and watched and Tawny would occasionally glance his way, but he told her not to mind him. She applied more cream to her stomach and chest and anywhere she could reach and pulled one razor after another over her skin, searching for any trace of hair or body fuzz that may have escaped her scrutiny. Finally, she applied a thin layer of cream over her mons and down along the sides of her labia, she held her thighs wide apart, and used three more blades to insure her sex was smooth and free of any trace of body hair. She took the spray attachment, adjusted the water to a slow, warm stream and rinsed. Next, she applied a hair removal cream over her body, smoothing it out over her skin and quickly rubbing it off with a soft cotton cloth. To complete the routine, she rubbed a fragrant lotion over her body, and then filled the tub with hot water and bath oil to soak her freshly prepared skin so she would be smooth as possible. As the water filled the tub, she glanced back at Yanno and smiled, seeing that he was gently stroking his hardened cock while he watched.

Tawny slipped into the tub and gently massaged her body with a large bath sponge for several minutes. After bathing, she let most of the water drain and lay back in the large tub and rested a leg up over each of the walls of the enclosure. There were only a few inches of the fragrant bath oil left in the tub and she watched her nipples swell and harden as the cooler air in the room drifted over her wet flesh. She had the douche lined up along the edge of the tub and she took the first and worked it into the pink fleshy pedals of her vulva and deep into her channel. She pressed the container firmly and jerked her hips slightly as the warm and fragrant liquid washed through her pussy, cleaning it and leaving a refreshing aroma behind. She withdrew the insertion tube halfway and pressed again to insure a proper and through cleansing.

Next, she sat up and let the remaining water drain and rolled over onto her knees. She took up another douche, this one with a smaller insertion tube, and reached back, pressing the lubricated tip to her dark star hole. She relaxed and pushed it into her anus and held it there, waiting for her muscles to adjust to the feel. She relaxed again and pressed the container. Tawny lifted her shoulders and stood erect on her knees as the warm liquid flowed into her lower bowels. She pressed again and then let the tube slip from her ass, followed by a flow of cleansing fluid. She repeated the process twice with fresh douches each time until she was confident that she was fresh, clean and ready for any sexual purpose that Kira might have in store for her. She rinsed herself again, stood up and dried herself with a towel. She stood in front of the large mirror and then turned, facing Yanno. 

She watched his hand stroke along his hardness. He sat, watching her and ran his thumb up over his crown, smearing the head with the slick oozing from his tube. She paused a moment while he rubbed his thumb over his coronal ridge a moment before resuming his pole-thickening routine. Each motion seemed to make his cock throb and Tawny thought about how erotic and sexy it would feel to suck his warm, dark flesh pole. Tawny smiled and took a container of light body lubricant and dipped a thin round-tipped tube into the jar. She squatted and pushed the tool deep into her anus, turning the tool a moment, and then withdrawing it slowly, leaving her ass lubricated and clean. The final step was the application of a soft, fragrant body splash, which she spread over her body. Yanno moaned slightly and Tawny watched as his face tightened and then a fountain of whitish cum spurted from his cock. He jerked at his pole several times, spasmodically before the fountain of male seed subsided and he occupied himself with wiping the cream off his stomach and crotch. Their eyes met and Yanno smiled appreciatively while Tawny blew her hair out, looked into the mirror one last time and stepped away from the bathing area. It always made her feel appreciated if a male could be encouraged to cum while watching her.

"Did it feel nice, Sir? It looked yummy."

Yanno smiled appreciatively and wagged his softening tool while she watched.

"Very nice baby. You present quite a stimulus. Next one's for you though."

Tawny grinned and set her naked body in front of the makeup stand and examined the stock. She could see in the mirror that Yanno was still watching intently from behind her. She had been told to use moderate makeup, but to be obvious. She set to work on her lashes, some eyeliner, shadow, a light facial foundation and glossy, light lipstick. She looked in the mirror. The makeup was detectable, especially on the eyes, but natural. She was pleased. Yanno finally said something, telling her that she looked exquisite. Pleased and encouraged by the compliment, she finished by painting her nails to match and glanced at the clock. It was time to move along.

The jewelry and clothing was arrayed on the bed for her. There were small rings for her nipples, each adorned with a shiny stone, like a diamond, instead of the usual metal ball. She inserted them into her nipples and affixed the sparkling stones. She watched Yanno in the mirror and tugged and twisted the sparkling rings in her nipples until she felt them harden and swell from the delicate massage they gave her from within. For her pussy, there was an ordinary silver barbell with diamond-like balls for each end. She inserted it through her hood and attached the stones. She turned to Yanno again and he smiled and nodded approval. There was a large ring for her clit that also was closed with a diamond-like stud. Tawny sat down, spread her thighs wide so Yanno could watch and worked the ring through the small hole at the base of her clit. The motion within her nerve bundle of sex gave her a warm, comfortable feeling and she worked the ring into her hole slowly and deliberately. The ring was a slightly larger thickness than she was used to, so it fit snugly. She stood up and picked up a short silver chain with a pair of sparkling cut pink crystals at the end. This accessory was new to her, but Yanno had told her what it was for. She lifted it and placed the attaching clasp on her clit ring. The sparkling baubles hung down six inches between her thighs. It accentuated her sex and made her feel sexy and a little slutty, so the effect made her feel good. Yanno sighed and smiled approvingly.

"Looks good there baby, shows you off real fine."

Tawny smiled at the compliment and stood up so Yanno could see the sparkling attachment wag between her silky thighs. She turned to the bed and looked at her underclothing. It consisted of a black lace frame bra, open faced and strapless. Her panties were matching black lace, very brief, with a thin lace string for support and a waistband. The small lace cover for her pussy was split with a 3-inch opening down the middle. They left her buttocks and her labia fully exposed. Stockings were black and elastic topped. The shoes were tall, thin, black strap-on heels. Tawny slipped into the undergarments, adjusting the straps and bands carefully. The bra framed her breasts attractively, accentuating the gentle curve of her breasts and their firm, unturned nipples, highlighted by the sparkling crystals set just under each taught nipple centered in the black lace frame. 

Her panties did little other than provide a provocative cover for her smoothly shaved pussy. She stepped into them and wound them up her thighs. When she set the black lace over her pussy, she had to feed the crystal balls from her clit chain through the slit in the lace facing. Her stockings gave her already shapely legs a dark, mysterious and sexy appearance and her heels were six inches high and thin, perfect for accentuating her thin body and long, silky legs. The single strap grasped her ankle firmly and locked in place with a self-tightening locking device so they could only be removed by cutting the strap. Tawny stood and balanced precariously, getting used to the footwear. The heels added inches to her height and forced her to stand erect and with a slightly rearward arch to her back. The heels kept her calf and thigh muscles firm and sexy. She turned to one side and another and Yanno sighed again, smiling and nodding his approval.

Her outer wear consisted of a blue chiffon blouse which fit loosely and attached over her right shoulder with a thin chord wrapped around a single button. She put it on and turned again. The lower hem fit her waist loosely; a few inched above her navel. The thin, shiny material swayed when she moved and shifted over her stiffened nipples, teasing the eye with a hint of her breast shape and an attractive glimpse of the outline of her nipples as they pushed out against the thin fabric. The skirt was a tight black mini made of stretch fabric. Tawny pulled it on, working it over her hips until it hugged her waist slightly below her navel. 

At this height, the pink crystals hanging from her clit were just visible from a distance, giving an onlooker a curious glimpse at something shiny and bright between her thighs. Her outfit was completed when she placed an ankle bracelet with Company logo on her right ankle, just above her heel strap. Another bracelet with the logo went on her wrist and large crystal hanging earrings were placed in her ears. The final touch was a blue collar, matching her blouse, attached at her neck. The collar was of fabric, but had two silver rings attached, one in the front, one at the back, and each had the same diamond-like stone in the ring. Tawny displayed her outfit by walking slowly and gently across the room and back. Yanno stood up and praised her for her ability. He leaned, kissed her gently and wished her well as he sent her off for her evening's duties to Mistress Kira. Before departing, he told her he would find her the following day and that she was free to do as she pleases until he locates her.

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Tawny walked along the winding walk and past the upper pool area. It was dark out, except for the well-lighted walkway and the many torches that gave the resort area an exotic look. She passed a few people, some of who gave her a second glance. She could feel the chiffon blouse glide over her nipples as she walked and that, along with the anticipation of serving Kira shortly, kept her sexual libido on warm. The heels were very high and it was difficult to walk along the darkened path, especially where it led along gravel or macadam trails. She took small, cautious steps and would have taken them off altogether, except that she could not remove them once they had been placed on her feet.

She turned a bend in the path and there was a large hotel section just ahead of her. The Grand Bay suites, this was the place, she thought. She walked along a path in front of the building and found suite 6. The light was dim there, lit only by a torch by the path. The window was darkened, as was the light at the door. It was just ten o'clock, so she was right on time. She felt a wave of anxiety that took her breath away as she approached the door and raised her hand to knock. It was always this way, she thought, before she met a new dominant to teach her new and exciting ways to have sex.

The door suddenly opened and Kira stood before her. She was dressed in a emerald green satin robe and heeled black boots, not quite as high as hers, but long and black. Her green eyes flashed at Tawny and she stood back as she motioned her to enter. Tawny couldn't take her eyes off Kira's and she walked ahead, entering Kira's suite. Kira smiled and placed her hand at Tawny's belly to keep her in place when she was inside several feet. Kira closed the door and stepped a couple paces in front of her and looked her over. Tawny's heart began to thump in her chest. Kira present such a powerful aura that it made her feel vulnerable and weak.

"Very good, very good indeed Tawny. Right on time and dressed just the way I wanted you. Now just stand still a moment and let me see."

Kira walked around her, looking her over. She stopped briefly and looked between her legs and touched her collar, then her wrist to see that her bracelet was of the proper type. She told Tawny that everything seemed in order, and then she stood in front of her. She stepped back a couple paces and removed the tie for her robe and rolled her shoulders back, dropping the robe over a stool. Tawny swallowed while Kira watched her eyes, gauging her reaction. Kira was dressed in black leather. Her legs were covered in dark stockings, held up by a black leather garter belt. Her vulva was hidden behind a mass of thick black curly hair, but she wore nothing else on her lower body. Her breasts were framed in a black leather halter, which left her nipples exposed. Her nipples, themselves, were pierced and she wore silver barbells in them. She reached over to a table and lifted a black crop with a small leather leaf at the end. Tawny felt her pussy quiver. Kira was so sexy looking and her body was so firm and tight.

"Are you looking at my body Tawny?"

Tawny swallowed, a little afraid of Kira and anxious about the unknown. Kira's pleasant accent belied her deeper aura of dominance. Tawny knew that only the absolute truth would be the right thing to say.

"Yes Mistress Kira."

"And do you like what you see?"

"Yes I do Mistress."

"That's good Tawny, because I like what I see too. I hope you'll be a very good girl for me, because I'd like to see you enjoy yourself. All I require is honesty, obedience and remember that my requirements always come before yours. So do tell me, will you make me happy tonight?"

"Yes Mistress, I will do my best to please you."

Kira broke a half smile and walked a little closer to Tawny. She lifted her crop and traced it along Tawny's arm and played with her hanging earrings.

"Turn around once, then lift your blouse. I want to see your tits again. I thought they were so pretty down by the pool today."

Tawny swung her head back and turned slowly, in model-like motion, then lifted the hem of her blouse with her hands. Kira came closer and looked at her breasts. She took one finger and moved it over her right nipple, and then to her left, then she placed her nails on each side of her nipple and pressed together tightly until Tawny shuddered and wrenched her mouth. Kira pinched again and Tawny sniffled and whimpered as the pain became severe.

"Does that hurt you? Do you want me to stop, or do it more?"

Tawny shook with anxiety. The last pinch had hurt her, while the first had been erotic.

"Mistress, the last one hurt. And I want more if you like it."

Kira looked at Tawny, leaned close to her and kissed her, feeding her tongue into her mouth. Tawny responded, opening and twisting her tongue over Kira's. Kira pressed her nails into Tawny's nipple flesh and pressed together. Tawny felt the pain increase, but continued to suck the tongue in her mouth. She shivered and sucked air through her nose as the nails pressed harder into her hard, but sensitive nipple. Kira released the pressure just as a bead of liquid formed in the corner of Tawny's eye and dripped down her left temple. Kira broke her lip embrace and gently licked her tear off her face.

"Very good honey. You'll take it for me won't you? I like that, like a girl that understands that my pleasure can be her pain. I'll call for you when I am in a darker mood, when I feel in the mood to see a girl cry to give me the pleasure I sometimes crave, but I feel something different tonight."

Tawny felt her heart skip a throb when Kira said that. Kira reached down to Tawny's hem and pulled her skirt up high, so that it slipped up and over her soft round ass. Kira remained close, letting her own nipples touch Tawny's. She raised her crop and let it flick down onto Tawny's right cheek. It made a loud snap and Tawny jumped closer to Kira as the sound became a sting and the sting became a point of heat on her flesh. Kira stared into Tawny's eyes and lifted her crop again and again, placing leather kisses on her right cheek. Tawny twisted slightly to avoid a strike in the same spot. Her pussy began to ooze, dampening the black lace surrounding her slit. Kira sensed that Tawny was getting hot and told her to stay absolutely still. Tawny froze and Kira worked her crop on a small area in the middle of Tawny's right ass cheek. Kira continued to gaze hard into Tawny's face, gauging her reaction as the crop burned a stinging spot into her ass. Tawny shook as the sting sunk deeper into her flesh and each loud slap was accompanied by a flinching reaction in her ass and a painful increase to her tolerance threshold. The pain became severe and Tawny could not stop the tears from welling in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. But she stayed still, taking the punishing blows that Kira wanted to give her. Kira smiled and stopped, rubbing her fingers over the hot spot on her right cheek and licking away her tears.

"I don't want you to spoil your pretty makeup. Let me guess, you liked that up until the last couple whacks, didn't you?"

Tawny shivered from the erotica she felt from Kira. Yes, she had enjoyed it. She was getting very hot from Kira's method, making her stay still and slapping the same spot, letting the pain increase while she stared at her face, watched her reactions. Her pussy was very wet and she wanted sex now, some way, any way. Tawny looked into Kira's eyes and told her how she felt.

"Yes, Mistress Kira, I did want it, I liked it, like the way you treat me. It stirs my appetite and I want to please you."

Kira smiled and kissed her lips once more, then she stepped to the side and dragged a stool over before a low table. She got up on the table and called Tawny to her. Tawny found herself looking almost directly into her thick bush of curly hair. Kira motioned her closer and tapped her shoulder with her crop, then placed the cop behind her head, drawing her face in toward her sex.

"Tawny, come show Kira how you can please a Mistress."

Tawny shuddered as her face came close to Kira's pussy. The hair was thick and some of the black hairs at her slit were moist with tiny droplets of her wetness on the hairs. She could smell the feminine odor and it made her heart race. She placed her fingers gently on Kira's hips and stooped slightly, so that her tongue came to the lower portion of her slit. Kira adjusted her feet, opening her thighs further and Tawny slipped her tongue out, touching the swollen labia at the bottom of her moist valley. She shook her tongue to and fro and it slowly settled into Kira's slit until she felt the warmth of her inner lips envelop her tongue and the feel and aroma of her sex enveloped Tawny in a beautiful world of pleasure and fulfillment. Tawny moved her tongue up and slipped her lips tightly against Kira's pussy until her wet lance was deep in Kira's slick tunnel. Tawny felt the thick mass of dark hair press into her cheeks and she worked her tongue around until she was beyond the interference of Kira's bush. Kira hissed and tilted her hips up as her hands reached into Tawny's hair and guided her mouth up against her pussy. She looked down to watch the slave's mouth buried deep into her dark mass of pussy hair that she wore so proudly as a Domme. Tawny felt Kira shiver and shook her head until her chin penetrated Kira's labia and her tongue slipped deeper still into her vagina. She caressed her hips now and began to pull her tongue back and then deep into her slit, fucking her slowly and gently with her warm, wet tongue.




The Program Ch. 5



(Note: The previous chapter, Chapter 2, Expanding a Limit, contains material which has forced its placement in the sister site AllExtremeSex, which can be accessed via the "Extreme" link on the Literotica Story page.)

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Chapter 5: A Test Drive

Tawny stood inside Kira's suite feeling a bit worn and tired. She stood silently, not knowing what to do and hoped that Kira would hear her. Time passed and there was no sign of her. Finally, she called out, weakly. Tawny started with surprise when Kira, who called to her from the next room, answered her call. She was told to wait, which she did, and after several more minutes, Kira appeared at the door, walked in and looked at Tawny. She was wearing the same leather strap outfit that she had on the previous day, but she was obviously rested and refreshed. Kira smiled and spoke in her soft English accent.

"Well, you look a bit worn. I take it from your appearance, and the length of your stay that you had carnal knowledge with your nigger friends."

Tawny shivered, afraid to look into Kira's face. Kira ran the tip of her crop along Tawny's neck and then to her cheek and pulled her face so Tawny's eyes met hers.

"Yes Mistress"

"Well, then, I do get my wish then. You've been a nasty little whore, haven't you? So, Kira gets to punish you." She grinned devilishly and rubbed her crop over Tawny's left nipple as it poked out against the chiffon blouse. Kira tapped her shoulder and smiled again. "What did you do there? Was your blouse damaged? The button is missing and you have it tied now. That was Company property you know; as are you, by the way."

Tawny shivered again, her anxiety returned as she thought about the electric machine and her clit and how she had caved-in to the urgings from Alexander and didn't resist him as much as she may have been able to.

"It was cut off me Mistress."

Kira bent to Tawny's mouth and kissed her, pausing to suck lightly on her lips.

"Well, at least you didn't take it off for them. You go back to your bungalow; rest, freshen up, prepare yourself for audience again and come back to me. Wear only a beach wrap and heels, nothing else. I will require only your naked body for this visit. Come to me at six this evening. I will have you again tonight."

Tawny answered yes and stepped to the door. As she opened it, Kira called to her.

"I will review your performance on the videotape. I am to judge how well or not well you did and I will review your behavior this evening Tawny. And I will enjoy you as well. Tomorrow is your review and I will chair. Your Yanno will provide details. I will see you in about 12 hours. You are dismissed."

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Tawny met Yanno on the path near her bungalow. It was as though he had been waiting, but she guessed that Kira had told him she was coming. Yanno placed his hand at her waist and walked the last bit back to her bungalow. As they walked, Yanno answered some of her questions.

Tawny learned that she was moving much faster through the assessment phase than most slave candidates did. This was probably because she was coming from an experienced recruiter, Darla, who had provided much of the data and experiences necessary prior to her arrival. Yanno joked that the assessment team at the resort was disappointed in that, because Tawny was a particularly enjoyable assessment item. Tawny blushed at the compliment. He told her that Kira had been selected to be chairperson of her assessment team and that Tawny would meet the team the next day. At the meeting, there would be some questions and assessments made and a final report drawn up. The report would be forwarded to the sales and marketing team and Tawny would be officially inducted into the Company's slave pool as a sexual pleasure slave.

When they reached her bungalow, Yanno stayed on while Tawny disrobed and freshened herself in the tub. She looked at Yanno and soaped her body in front of him as he discarded his shorts and sat in a chair and watched. Tawny was dizzy with sleepiness, but listened while Yanno told her more about her immediate future while he sat and rubbed his cock with his hand and looked at her body.

As chairperson, Kira was allowed a final assessment, but it was really thought of as a sort-of reward from the Company for good work. Kira had expressed an interest in Tawny and her reward was a free night as her Mistress. Of course, many other people in the Company's assessment branch had also expressed an interest in Tawny, but Kira had won the pleasure. Once Kira signed her final assessment, Tawny would depart for the Marketing Center, which was located on a private island nearby. She would be marketed for a couple weeks and would go to Las Vegas for an auction sale in about a month. She would be allowed a brief trip to a location of her choosing as a final chance to opt out of the program before she was sold. In all the Company's history, only one slave had opted out at that last minute, but that was preferred over a slave that wanted to abandon her obligation. That was simply not allowed. Yanno did not answer the question about what happened to slaves that deserted a Master, but Tawny was sure she never wanted to find out. Yanno said it had never happened, at least as far as he knew.

Tawny stood up in the tub and began to dry herself. Yanno motioned her to him and stood. His cock was hard and swollen and he motioned her to kneel. Tawny asked him what happened at the Marketing Center. Yanno fed her his cock, placing his hands on her head, as he pushed his cock in and out of her mouth. Tawny sucked while he told her about The Island. There would be lots and lots of sex, he told her. It was a place where dominants could sample prospective purchases and where further assessment requests could be made and videotaped for distribution to potential buyers. Her new owner, or owners would be determined while she was on the island, the auction in Las Vegas was mostly for show, although it was not impossible for an identified buyer to be outbid. The Company was in the business of making money.

Yanno's hips bucked and he spewed his seed into Tawny's mouth. Tawny swallowed him and then Yanno left her, lying on her bed, naked and exhausted. He would come back to see her in eight hours, between now and then she was to take two hours naked in the sun and the balance of the time in sleep.

* * * * *

Kira sat back in a lounge chair and watched the videotape while Alexander filled her in on details of his session with Tawny. Kira was watching Tawny wrapping her heels around Alexander's thighs while he humped his big cock into Tawny's pussy.

"This is what I'm talking about Alex, she is definitely loving it here, isn't she?"

"Yes, she definitely turned off her negative ways right in here. I mean it, I was really pounding it into her right there and she just seemed to turn into a raging nympho more and more with each thrust."

Kira shook her head and touched the pause button.

"I wish I could see her pussy a little closer. Damn she is one very hot little bitch though, isn't she?"

Alexander agreed, saying that she shook and squirmed like a virgin and her pussy was alive throughout the entire fucking. He told Kira that she was one of the very best fucks he had had, if not the best.

"Yes, well, Alex, she doesn't really do that well in the interracial role. She can act it out fairly well, but her heart isn't in it. We'd have to do some serious mind alteration on her to get her to be really repulsed and fearful of blacks. I've never been comfortable with the whole scene. I'm going to have to give her a 5 or 6 in interracial sexual exploitation and leave it at that."

"I'd support that Kira. She really had me convinced at first, but she was enjoying it once I fucked her good for a while. That shouldn't happen until much later in a truly mentally prejudiced white girl. American or not, she doesn't have it. I'll bet Yanno is stuffing his cock into her right now and she isn't even pausing. Racial bias is either there or not and it isn't in her, at least not really. And that really suits me fine."

"Well, too bad. That's the lowest score she has received. It will probably drop her willingness score from a 10 to a 9. I don't think I've ever seen a perfect 10,10,10, but Tawny's going to be real close.'

"Well, she's not quite a physical 10 either. Do you remember that one that came through about a year ago Kira?' She was a true model of beauty."

Kira took out a tablet and scanned it as she let the video roll and continued her conversation with Alexander.

"Oh, you mean that Sarah girl. Sure, she was cover girl material, but she was a 6 in sensitivity and down near a 7 in willingness. She was a 7.66 overall. Tawny easily beats her as an average, which I believe is going to be a 9.00 in her overall ratings, unless something pops up tonight." Kira scanned the sheet more. "Looks like a 8.5 in the abilities! Can you believe it? I've never seen one that high, at least not in a girl you would want to look at."

"Oh, no argument, she is very pretty for sure; has that girl-next-door look. Someone is going to be a very lucky owner, Kira. I'll bet he or she is going to pay for it though."

"There are some non-rated categories I might be able to fill in tonight. Maybe I can get her up to the 9 mark. I suppose the booby prize will be that I get to hurt her a little tonight. You know how much I like to see a cute submissive like this spill a tear for me. There really aren't many assessment items left other than medieval torture devices, wax, confinement and enemas. I may pour a little wax on her tonight, but there isn't enough time for confinement and no thanks to the rest."

"Well, if you get tired Kira, you just call me. I'd love to dip this stick back into her again."

"Hey, Alex, maybe I can use you. It might be fun to watch her wrestle with you again while I watch this time."

Alex grinned and got up, telling Kira that he'd see her the next day at Tawny's assessment meeting, if not sooner.

* * * * *

Tawny rolled herself over in the lounge that sat near the water's edge. Her skin felt warm and sexy in the rays of the sun as it settled down toward the horizon. She glanced at the clock tower by the pool. It was nearly five and she was finished with her required sunbath. She sat up and pushed her hair back. She took a deep breath and her breasts rose gently, gleaming as the sunlight reflected off the tanning oil. She wore nothing but her tiny swimsuit bottom that did nothing more than cover her hairless, pink gash. Men wandered past occasionally and glanced her way, looking her over, but pretending to be admiring the tropical foliage behind her.

Tawny strolled to the water's edge and took advantage of her last few minutes to swim in the beautiful clear water of the sea before returning to the bungalow and get ready for her service to Kira at six. She stood in the shallows after coasting through the cool water and smiled to a couple men standing near the water's edge. From their swimwear, she surmised they were Europeans. Tawny walked past them, enjoying the feel of their eyes as they watched her pass. She glanced down at her breasts, where their eyes were obviously focused, and saw that the cool water had made her ring-endowed nipples firm and pointed. The water beaded on her oiled skin and she glided over the warm sand and headed along the path to her bungalow. She hadn't bothered to bring her swimsuit top or a towel to the beach. They were not needed at the resort beach.

Yanno was at her bungalow when she arrived. Like the previous night, he didn't think there was time to have her without possibly making her late, so he watched her as she prepared herself for her activity that evening, just like the previous night. There was little to discuss, so the conversation settled around small talk. Tawny applied her light body oil and Yanno helped her, rubbing the lotion into her back and anywhere Tawny had not reached. When she was finished, Yanno stepped back, looked and pronounced her to be a beautiful fucktoy. Tawny smiled, taking his reference to her as a fucktoy as a compliment now. She fit her feet into her locking strap heels and donned a wrap for her walk up to Mistress Kira's. Yanno kissed her goodbye.

* * * * *

Tawny heard Kira call out for her to come in before her knuckles could knock on the door. She stepped in and Kira was standing in the middle of the room toying with her crop. The crop was two feet long and had a group of hair-like soft bristles at the tip. Kira looked beautiful and dominant, dressed in a black leather outfit with her full breasts open, her nipples firm and pointed. Her pussy was exposed again, hidden only by her thick matte of black, curly hair. Her black hair has drawn back into a tail and she wore dark eye shadow, nail polish and lipstick. Her feet were raised on a pair of long black heels and her green eyes flashed as they drifted over Tawny's figure. Tawny knew that Kira had gone to lengths to display a physical appearance of dominance and it was effective, because Tawny felt dominated immediately and she flicked her wrap loose and pulled it to her side. She lowered her naked body to a kneeling position and and looked down in the best imitation of a slave that she knew at that point.

Tawny set her buttocks back on the backs of her long, pointy heels and opened her thighs wide. She set the wrap next to her, arched her back slightly, and took a full breath so her breasts rose and appeared open and available for Mistress Kira. Kira smiled and stepped closer to her, her heels tapping ominously on the shiny marble surface of the entry area. She stopped next to Tawny and painted the tip of her crop over Tawny's naked shoulders and back.

"Very good start Tawny. You look lovely. Shaved, oiled, I assume well prepared inside?"

Tawny shivered as the crop moved over her skin. Her breasts felt cool as her flesh stirred and she felt her pussy quiver from the sound of the soft, sexy accent that Kira used to praise her.

"Yes Mistress, I took special care to be well prepared for you."

Kira's crop moved down Tawny's spine and Kira bent, touching her finger under Tawny's chin, lifting it so her eyes met hers.

"I reviewed your video. You were a dirty little bitch last night, weren't you? You certainly looked like you were enjoying yourself, somewhat like a cheap whore, I'd say. How many times did you cum for them?"

Tawny shivered while she listened to Kira's verbal chastisement and felt her cold stare. She couldn't remember how often she came. Twice she thought, but Kira probably counted in the video and she was afraid Kira would think she was lying if she said two.

"Mistress, I don't really, remember."

"Oh my God! She doesn't even remember! You don't even know do you? Probably lost count, you were fucking them like a shameless whore!"

Kira tapped her crop on Tawny's arm and stared. She shook her head and looked across the room and Tawny quivered, feeling like a bad child.

"What will I do with you girl? So many things come to mind. You know, that was the lowest score you have received on your assessment. You as much as flunked out of inter-racial sex. Whoever buys you will just be pleasing you if they give you a room full of niggers to fuck."

Kira walked around Tawny, berating her; her heels tapping ominously on the shiny, hard floor. Tawny lowered her gaze back to the floor, feeling Kira's anger well up and giving her a deep feeling of shame and failure.

"By God, I do believe you genuinely feel bad about your performance last night, don't you?"

"Yes, I do Mistress Kira, I'm sorry that I didn't try harder."

"Yes, do be sorry, but all is not lost. Do try harder the next time you are faced with blacks."

Tawny looked up, perplexed by Kira's use of the more acceptable term, blacks, to describe people of a darker color.

"Yes, Tawny, I feel similar to yourself in that regard, but you are to be a pleasure slave. Some Masters get a bit of a thrill out of seeing a white slave fearful and resistant to being fucked by "niggers". Try to be a better actress next time. I could beat the attitude into you, but then, who knows what personality defects that would produce in you?"

"Now, I think that I will play with you a while. I will see how you like some of my favorite games. Up with you now, come along."

Tawny stood up, carefully balancing herself on her thin heels and stepped behind Kira as she walked into the next room. The room was dimly lit and there were a bank of candles at one end of a table, conspicuously standing in the middle of the room. The table was covered with a cloth, hiding a number of objects, which bulged through the thin fabric cover. Next to the table was a large padded chair with stirrups attached. Kira pointed to the chair and Tawny took a step toward the chair. Kira stopped her with her crop, and then turned Tawny's cheek toward her. She turned her head and placed her lips over Tawny's and kissed her, sucking lightly and pushing her tongue into hers. Tawny shuddered, her heart raced and she twisted her tongue over Kira's. Kira placed her hands on Tawny's hips and pressed her breasts against Tawny's, holding her kiss for a long moment. Kira bit into Tawny's lip, enough to produce a moan, then broke the kiss. Kira stared into Tawny's eyes and half-smiled.

"Sit down now Tawny. Time to show me how much you will do to please me. Do you want to please me Tawny?"

Tawny turned and rested her ass back into the soft padded leather seat.

"Yes Mistress, I want to please you very much."

"I believe you do Tawny. Tell me why?"

Tawny paused, looked into Kira's eyes.

"I felt like I should please you and obey you from the first moment I saw you Mistress. I feel like you are someone I should like, someone that deserves good things."

"And you think you are a good thing?"

"Mistress, only you can decide that, but I can do things that please you."

Kira pulled the cloth off the table, but Tawny was too low to see what secrets it held. Kira lifted a wooden implement with a long metal shaft that thinned to a needle-like point.

"Tawny, I like to hurt sweet little submissives." She came closer and lowered the needle toward Tawny's left breast. "It would please me to see how much pain you'll endure for me. Sometimes I have dark moods and I've wanted to see if you'll hurt for me. Will you, hurt for me Tawny, make me very hot? Give me a nice orgasm while I watch you shiver with pain?"

Tawny pressed herself into the chair and watched the needle. She thought about the pain and remembered how Darla had had an orgasm when she pierced her. She looked up at Kira and felt the dominance in her eyes. Tawny's pussy fluttered and she grasped the arms of the chair.

"Mistress Kira, I want to, I want to give you pleasure. Let me pleasure you. I want you to feel hot and satisfied."

Kira smiled and moved the needle to Tawny's nipple.

"Oh God, you are a pleaser aren't you? I'm going to love this evening. You're such a yummy little bitch!"

Kira proceeded to release her pent-up impulse to dominate a beautiful girl. She placed the needle at Tawny's nipple, just above her piercing and pushed into her skin. Tawny squeezed her fingers into the arms of the chair and bucked her hips off the seat, but only emitted a strained groan. Kira repeated her painful play, over and over, in one nipple, and then the other, placing pin pricks into her areola and dragging the tip teasingly along her tummy and poking lightly into Tawny's clitoral hood. Kira looked with interest as she saw the lubricating fluids from Tawny's smoothly shaven pussy seep out to coat her labia. She wanted to see if the bitch would cum.

Kira tossed the needle device on the table and reached over for a pair of tight alligator clips. She looked down at Tawny and stared into her eyes as she brushed the clips over her nipples.




The Program Ch. 6



(Note: The previous chapter, Chapter 2, Expanding a Limit, contains material which has forced its placement in the sister site AllExtremeSex, which can be accessed via the "Extreme" link on the Literotica Story page.) 

Chapter 6:  Marketing

Tawny woke up alone on Kira's bed.  She had no idea of the time.  She rolled off the bed and found that the chain hanging from her nipple had a note attached to it.  It was Kira, and she instructed her to return to her bungalow and relax. Get some sun and await instructions.

Tawny returned to her bungalow in the bright morning sun.  She showered and went through the procedures she had learned to prepare herself for sex; and then slipped her tiny bathing suit on.  She wasn't sure if it was always necessary to douche, shave and bathe in such detail, but it seemed the right thing to do; after all, she was a sex slave now and there was every expectation that she would be fucking someone else again soon.

She had a continental breakfast in the small café next to the pool.  It was now late morning and another beautiful day at the resort.  After breakfast, she headed for the beach and removed her top, applied a shiny coat of sun oil and basked while reading a magazine.  She had just shifted onto her stomach for her second 30 minutes of sunbathing when Yanno finally appeared.  Tawny thought it was fortunate, since she was just wondering who would oil her back.  Yanno gladly obliged while he told her about the news of the day.  It seems that her assessment was completed and there was much excitement about her final results.  Tawny, according to Yanno, could very well be a bright star in the Company reputation.  She was to appear before the assessment committee the next morning at nine.  After that, she would be off for the Company's slave marketing division on the nearby island.  Only one chore remained at the resort and it would only take an hour or so.  Tawny had to have a physical examination for her statistics and various other measurements.  Tawny giggled and poked at Yanno, trying to get him to tell her what he meant by "other measurements," but Yanno pleaded ignorance and laughed as he poked at her crotch with his finger.

They lunched together and Yanno took Tawny to a small clinic at the resort, where she was given a somewhat unusual medical examination.  Her height and weight were taken.  All her body parts were measured; her waist, bust, hips and then the diameter of her areola, the length of her visible labia, the length of her clitoris, the height of her nipples and so on.  The examining team, which happened to be a rather business-like oriental and a black female assistant, told Tawny to mount a large padded table and then asked Yanno to stimulate her.  Yanno smiled while he pinched and caressed Tawny's breasts and slipped his fingers into her pussy, pulling them over her clit and poking them slightly into her passage as it sweated.  Tawny felt unusually strange while Yanno applied his clinical stimulation to her while the examiners watched.

Tawny felt her breasts swell and wetness fill her vulva and soon forgot that she was being observed.  She squirmed on her back on the table and felt her breath get short and labored.  She wanted Yanno to continue, but it was just at that moment that the oriental man touched Yanno's shoulder and asked him to step away.  More measurements were taken and the height of her nipples, the swelling of her breasts and the size of her clitoris were all measured again.

Tawny thought the exam was over, but the assistant smiled and pushed her shoulders down onto the table and told her to relax now.  She was strapped down to the table and her heart began to race as a feeling of anxiety swept over her.  The assistant recognized the look, but told Tawny only that she would not feel pain, although she could not say that the measurements they needed would not possibly be uncomfortable.  She advised Tawny to relax and try to enjoy herself.  She explained that they would be measuring the depth of her cavities and the maximum organ size that should be placed into the slaves vagina and rectum.  The impersonal use of the third person term "the slave" had Tawny concerned, but Yanno tapped her breast and told her not to worry, that he had seen a dozen slaves do this.

Tawny was propped up some and encouraged to watch.  The first probe was an average size dildo and it was fully inserted into her pussy.  The sensation was all pleasure.  The dildo was fitted with wires attached inside the base and the results were recorded on a machine at the foot of the table.  The next probe was larger, both fatter and longer, but she took the full length easily.  Two more probes later and Tawny began to look concerned.  They were working a very fat and long dildo into her pussy.  Tawny moaned as she felt the dull ache that always accompanied a very large probe.  She felt it push into her cervix.  The examiner was patient, but firm and he continually pulled the dildo out some and pushed it back into her firmly.  He continued to work it for a long time, until he was able to force the entire length into her and the aching began to subside.  Tawny gasped, and she began to feel the beginnings of a tight orgasm and her pussy contracted tightly on the probe.  The assistant told her to relax and accept the dildo and to try not to have an orgasm.  Some notes were taken as they watched her reactions and then the probe was withdrawn.

The process went on for some time.  Tawny was subjected to ever-larger probes in her pussy and her ass.  The probes ached and some were designed to swell and stretch inside her holes.  One probe, in her pussy, swelled until she was afraid it would split her.  She moaned and wiggled against her bonds but they pushed her hard and then finally let the probe deflate and slipped it from her tortured channel.  When it was all over, more measurements were taken with normal sized dildos and she was finally released.  The assistant jokingly handed Tawny a cock-shaped lollipop and thanked her for her cooperation.  She was dismissed and joined Yanno outside, slightly sore from her experience.

After the exam, Tawny and Yanno discussed some of the details of the upcoming assessment meeting.  Yanno told her all the assessment measures, both from her observed sexual performances and the physical exam of her body, would go into a report that she would have to sign the next day at the assessment.  Yanno told her that some of the people would be strangers, but others she would recognize, like himself, and Kira.  He then went over some of the protocols for her behavior before the committee, so she would display herself properly and with a degree of respect.

It was still early afternoon, so they took the rest of the day off and went diving.  In the evening, Yanno fucked Tawny several times and then slept.  She would need to be up early to prepare for her final review.

* * * * *

The next morning at nine, Yanno stepped into the anteroom of the meeting area and told Tawny it was time for her to enter.  Tawny was naked, except for her body jewelry, consisting of the artificial diamonds in her rings and clit hood barbell.  Two sparkling studs hung from her clit ring on gold chains of 3 and 6 inch lengths.  She had her Company ID anklet and bracelet on and a thin, tight gold chain around her neck, which Yanno explained, marked her as an un-owned slave.  A three-tiered gold chain of fine links attached her nipple rings and she had matching sparkling pendant earrings.  Tall black heels attached to her ankles completed her outfit.

Yanno held the door open and Tawny stepped into the room.  There was a series of three tables forming a U.  In the center of the middle table sat Kira.  To the right of her was another woman she had never seen and on the left a handsome man of middle age.  On one flanking table were three men, each muscular and good looking.  The other table had a woman and one man and an empty seat, which was shortly occupied by Yanno.  Tawny did a double take at the other man.  She certainly recognized him and was very surprised.  It was Brad, her boyfriend from what seemed ages past.  She looked at him and smiled quizzically.  He smiled back, winked and motioned her to be cool.

Tawny stepped ahead on her tall black heels and, as coached, stopped before a padded mat and turned slowly.  Once she made a full turn, she kneeled.  She separated her thighs and pulled her fingers gently up each side of her labia, separating them gently so her pussy was slightly open.  She rested her ass back onto her heels and rested her hands on her thighs, palms up and widely spread from her pussy.  She sat erect, arched her back at the waist, and took a full breath as she adjusted her torso to accentuate her breasts.

All eyes rested on Tawny and then each panel member began to shuffle papers as Kira spoke.  Tawny focused her eyes on the floor, just before Kira's feet and listened to Kira go on about her various physical features and details about the various sexual performances she had given over the past several weeks.  The panel members on either side of Kira had several questions and different panel members addressed the issue.  It was very business like, but had an unusual subject matter.  At one point, Brad was called upon to describe, in better detail, Tawny's reaction to the dog that she had served while under his supervision.

While Kira was reviewing some technical details of Tawny's pussy, the man next to Kira snapped his fingers and called to her.

"Tawny, please stand and come to me here."

Tawny looked up and then rose.  She took the three steps to stand before his place at the table.  The table was narrow and he reached out to take one of the chains hanging between her legs.  He pulled until her thighs pressed into the table edge and Tawny's pussy was just before him.  Kira continued to review various data and the man reached over the table and slipped his middle finger into Tawny's pussy.

Tawny closed her eyes a moment and set her feet wider apart.  She lifted her hands and ran them through her hair as her hips gently rolled on the finger probing up into her pussy.  He pulled his finger out and smiled and then told her to return to her slave stance.  Kira finished her remarks as Tawny resumed her position and there was more general discussion.  Finally the group became silent and Kira told Tawny to stand.

"Tawny, I am pleased to announce that the committee for accession of slave candidates has approved your initial assessment.  We recommend your acceptance into the Company slave pool to be sold at auction in Las Vegas during the next general sales docket in two weeks or when adequate bids have been placed for your ownership.  Your assessment report is here and you are to read it and sign it at this time.  We will read it aloud and will answer any questions you may have about it.  Tawny, I want to make it clear that once you sign this, you will be a slave and there will be no way out for you.  You will be Company property for a minimum of four years and must honor all sexual demands, without limits, made upon you by any leaseholder.  Following your acceptance you will be obligated to proceed to the Marketing Division for further service to the Company prior to transfer of your control."

Tawny listened while the document was read.  There were no real surprises, but Yanno had already told her that only a couple of slaves had ever turned in a higher overall average.  Her sale was expected to bring a near record high and that would mean even more wealth for Tawny at the end of her slavery obligation.

The report read as follows:

* * * * *

Preliminary Report

Subject: Hess, Judith, (Tawny)
Recruitment Category: Pleasure
Nationality: USA
Recruitment: Darla
Overall Quality Rating:   8 Physical, 10 Sensuality, 9 Willingness (9.00 Average))

* * * * *

Measures: 
Quality:
1 (low) – 10 (high) scale.

Build Types: 

Obese :  exceeds 50% body fat, few torso curves
Large:  exceeds 25% body fat, may have curvature of torso, body parts above normal proportion, usually above average height.
Medium:  Torso curvature typical of female form.  Typically proportionately unbalanced body areas.  15 – 24% body fat typical.
Slim:  Torso curvature typical of female form.  Proportional balance between bust, waist and hips.  Less than 15% body fat content.  Height proportionally balanced between body, head and limbs.  Typically average to tall height for female.
Thin:  Less than 5% body fat with possibility of skeletal protrusions and underdeveloped body parts.
Petite:  Same as slim, but atypically below average height with possibility of disproportionate balance between limbs and torso.

Skin Shade:
Proctor Scale: 1 = light, 10 dark.  Typical Caucasian = 1-2, tanned = 3 – 6.  Negative values indicate shades of pink as typical in vulva.

Sensitivity: 1 = numb, 10 = sensitive.  Average female sensitivity at clitoris = 6 on national average.

Orifice depths and pressure:
Depths measured with normal shaft insertion and after 30 minutes of exercise for maximum depths.  Exceeding maximum is considered dangerous to healthy sustainment of organ.

Pressure measured on surface of 20 mm diameter inserted probe.  Normal male penis will not be comfortable/sustainable at more than 17 psi.  Maximum sensation normally attained at 4.0 psi pressure with increased pleasure up to 9.5 psi typical.

Ability Ratings:  10 most enjoyed.  5  Performs, but shows signs of disapproval.  2: tolerates.  1:  Not suitable/recommended.  NT = Not tested

* * * * *

Subject Description:

General:   Female, 27 years old, Brown hair and eyes, 5feet, 8 inches tall, 118 lbs., Slim build, developed muscular tone, 8% body fat, Caucasian (European/ Mediterranean)

Proctor scale 2 - 5 with variance distinguishable at coverage for "thong" style coverage.

Qualifiers:  History of sun exposure, dark complexion with sparse epidermal markings.  Light "freckling" on chest and shoulders.  Favorable appearance.

Head/Shoulders:  Dark eyes with thick lashes, naturally long, thin eyebrows, with separation between eyes.  Nose well-shaped and appropriate size for face, no scaring or marking on face.  High cheekbones and naturally shaped chin shape.  Absence of distinguishing characteristics (dimples, lines).  Connected lobes, pierced, two holes along lower lobes of ear.  Hair length 18 from crown, natural wave, susceptible to sun bleaching to light auburn.  Good color to lips, upper lip has distinguishable swell.  Neck is lengthened enhancing illusion of height.  Rounded shoulders with muscular development distinguishable at neck and shoulder.  Collar bone distinguishable while head inclined.

Upper torso:  Ribs distinguishable with arms raised.  Breasts fully developed, symmetrically paired with excellent fill and no distinguishable sag.  Measurement 34.5 inches, cup C/D,  Breast areola clearly defined with shade differential of .8 on proctor scale.  Sensitivity factor 9 in pigmented area with dense lactic duct presence.  Areola swell 4mm above plain of breast at normal and 12mm under stimulation (differential 8mm).  Nipple sensitivity factor 10, normal diameter 10 mm; 12mm stimulated.  Nipple height above plain of areola 9mm normal, 14 mm stimulated.  Well developed muscle tone along shoulders and through upper back with distinguishable cut.

Qualifiers:  Breasts pierced at base of nipple, 12 gauge, open with evidence of enhanced sensitivity (10+).

Midsection:  Waistline clear of distinguishing marks.  Lower back shows faint evidence of previous tanning line with thong-style covering (shade differential .1 on proctor scale).  Navel is gradual indenture, full diameter 31mm sloping to 12mm depth.  Excellent muscular development in stomach with 4.5 distinguishable rows when stressed.  Measurement 24 inches

Lower torso and hips:  Buttocks are smooth, symmetrical and free of distinguishing makings.  Well-developed muscular structure.  Absence of body hair to anal opening.  Hip at maximum, measures 35 inches.  Upper legs/thighs are tapered and thin at 14.5 inches at juncture.  Buttocks form perfect arc of circle when torso is inclined 50 degrees from vertical.

Qualifiers: Vagina:  Natural depth is 185mm (7.5 inches).  Stressed depth measured to 280 mm (11 inches) in 8 minutes.  Maximum measured depth 316mm (12.5 inches).  Elasticity rated excellent with pressure measured at 6.3psi on 20mm diameter insertion.  Maximum tested diameter110mm (4.5 inches) at 15.5 psi (15 minute graduated stretching).  Sensitivity in vaginal passage rated at 8.  Highly developed lubrication with 8 ducts visible at outer passage.  Inner labia rated medium, shade differential -.4 on proctor scale (pink).  Outer labia rated thin with darker pigmentation rated 5 on proctor scale.  Absence of body hair within or on labia through removal, electrolysis treatment.  Body hair capable in 25 mm square triangular area above venus mons.  Fleshy juncture at upper labia (clitoral hood) pierced, 8 gauge, vertical.  Clitoris well developed, 12mm length, 9mm width normal, 17mm length, 12mm width stimulated.  Sensitivity rated 10.  Pierced, 14 gauge, clitoris horizontal providing enhanced sensitivity (10+ rating).  Subject has well developed, practiced kegel muscles producing pressure variance of 6 – 12 psi on 20mm insertion.

Qualifiers: Anal:  Developed, trained and flexible.  Natural depth is 180mm (7.25 inches).  Maximum measured depth 205mm (8.25 inches).  Elasticity rated excellent with pressure measured at 7.8psi on 20mm diameter insertion.  Maximum tested diameter 80mm (3.25 inches).

Extremities:  Arms and legs are free of marks and scars.  Legs well developed with smooth muscle tone.  Body hair indistinguishable on legs, Arms have light trace of light body hair.  Thigh measure maximum is 14.5 inches.  Ankle diameter 7.75 inches.  Wrist 5.5 inches, forearm/bicep 10.5 inches stressed.  Good muscle tone and cut throughout arms and legs.

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Natural Abilities:  Subject is well qualified and practiced with the following categories of behavior.  (5 Not Rated/Not observed)

Average:  Total 33 Categories:  7.39
Average:  28 Rated Categories:  8.71
VT=Videotape available.  NT=Not Tested


Oral sex: Rating 10:  Very receptive for giving and receiving.  Responds readily to stimulus, reacts positively to swallowing partner's discharge.  Very appreciative of receipt. (VT)

Anal sex: Rating 9:  Performs best after foreplay.  Has difficulty attaining orgasm if performed without alternate stimulation. (VT)

Light bondage using scarves, light rope, etc.:  Rating 6:  Does not always reflect positive stimulation.

Heavy bondage using handcuffs, shackles or similar devices:  Rating 5:  Does not react with emotion.  May require further training.

Blindfolds:  Rating 6:  Does not seem to be positively stimulated under most conditions.

Toys such as vibrators, dildos, or eggs:  Rating 10:  Subject readily accepts and responds to any stimulation to sensual areas. (VT)

Toys such as anal beads or Ben Wa balls:  Rating 10:  Subject readily accepts and responds sensually to any stimulation.

Spanking:  Rating 9:  Subject responds sensually to epidermal trauma.  Enhanced if provider is stimulated.  Has produced spontaneous orgasm from extensive repeated stimulation of buttocks.

Whipping:  Rating 6:  Can produce same as spanking, but increased depth of pain can rapidly decrease sensual reaction. (VT)

Nipple torture, clamps etc.:  Rating 9 (with qualifiers).  Subject reacts positively to breast manipulation, has had orgasm from light painful stimulation alone.  Threshold for pain is quickly passed, however and reactions rapidly decreased.  Requires evaluation and testing.

Collar/leash: Rating 10:  Subject responds sensually to symbols of control and obedience.




The Program Ch. 7



(Note: The previous chapter, Chapter 2, Expanding a Limit, contains material which has forced its placement in the sister site AllExtremeSex, which can be accessed via the "Extreme" link on the Literotica Story page.)

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Tawny arrived at the resort casino in a limousine, directly from the airport. The driver gave her an envelope, which contained some basic instructions. She would sign in under a false name and wait in her room until she was contacted. This she did, but it was hardly a room. It was a suite, a series of rooms on the top floor. There were four bedrooms, four baths, a large Jacuzzi, and a fully stocked bar. It was very classy to say the least. The closets were stocked with clothes and the view out the windows was magnificent. Tawny found the television and flipped through the channels. She thought to herself. It has been probably three months since she had even seen a television. Nothing had changed, though. After five minutes she turned it to the resort channel to use it as background noise. Nothing on the television interested her.

Over an hour passed when there was some noise at the door. It opened and two girls came in. They seemed as surprised to see Tawny as she was to see them, but after a few awkward moments they introduced themselves. The tall blonde girl was Janine; the shorter redhead was Debbie. Tawny welcomed them to the harem, trying to be funny, but they didn’t seem to be all that amused. They had no problem entering and making themselves at home, however, once they were convinced Tawny was supposed to be there. Debbie made herself a drink and asked Tawny if she was in Vegas for the auction. That seemed to break the ice, because once Tawny had confirmed that she was there for the same reason they were, the two newcomers were all smiles. The three exchanged some stories about their recent stay at the Company marketing center. Tawny was surprised that they had been there much longer than she had, nearly three months and that they had arrived at Las Vegas via a different route, only hours after Tawny had.

Tawny noticed that the two seemed to be attached and her suspicion was confirmed when Janine suddenly grabbed Debbie and pushed her onto the bed and began to pull at her clothes. The two laughed, and Tawny felt a little embarrassed by the situation. In a matter of minutes, the two were naked and clawing at one another in a heat of lust. Tawny didn’t know what to make of it, so she quietly faded into the next room and tried to occupy herself while the two moaned and giggled, obviously enjoying one another. Tawny heard their moans of passion and shuddered with desire. She didn’t think she was supposed to be occupying herself with strangers, even other slaves, without instructions, but their lovemaking drove her to a fevered pitch of erotic desire. She sat on a dressing stool, splayed her thighs and slid her fingers up between her thighs, pulling up her short skirt, and began to masturbate herself while she looked at herself in the mirror. The two made her feel inadequate. Why had they not invited her to join in?

Tawny moved her fingers into her wet cavern and pushed her thumb up and down, over her clit, bringing herself quickly near an orgasm. She was working herself, keeping herself just at the edge of her orgasm when she heard Debbie groan and giggle. Tawny closed her eyes a moment and then opened them. She shouted in surprise and shock when she opened her eyes to see the mirror filled with the frame of a tall, handsome man in a casual suit. She quickly pulled her fingers away and shut her thighs, then paused and placed her hand on her chest. The man merely stood there looking and Tawny listened to the girls in the next room again. She thought, and then she opened her thighs and ran her fingers back up into her pussy. She stared at the man and rolled her thumb over her clit again and dragged her arm up, so her skirt hiked up to reveal her pussy to his gaze through the mirror.

He continued to watch, a slight smile coming to his lips as he saw Tawny recover from her slip back to the days before she was a pleasure slave. He came closer, just behind her, and placed his hands on her shoulders and watched her masturbate. Tawny didn’t take much longer. Her pussy snapped and tensed and she jerked her fingers deep into her slick tube while putting pressure on her clit. The orgasm was warm and satisfying and she gasped and moaned while her pussy spurted out a generous flow of warm cum onto her hand. She looked into his eyes in the mirror and began to turn around on her stool.

The man smiled and watched while Tawny turned, holding her cum streaked hand up. She reached for his belt, but he brushed her hand aside and unfastened his own pants. He opened his front and let his half-erect penis flop out in front of Tawny’s face. Tawny paused, then took her wet hand and grasped his cock, smearing her cum on his shaft and using it for a lubricant as she stroked it to full hardness. She looked up at his face and pulled his cock down and into her mouth and began to suck him while he continued to watch her with a soft smile.

“Good bitch, real good, my turn now. For a moment, I thought you had forgotten your place, but we can attribute that to newness. You should never feel shame or surprise if you are observed masturbating or otherwise feeling the pleasures that come from your body.”

Tawny sucked his cock with long, deep strokes, her hand stroking it, her mouth sucking, her tongue swirling over his crown. She maintained eye contact, watching, making sure he could read the pleasure that was in her eyes as she sucked the cock of a dominant male. She slipped her fingers down and around the base of his shaft, her other hand came around and she pressed her finger tips up behind his scrotum, gently applying pressure to his prostate while her lips moved along his shaft, coating it with her saliva and stroking it in a slow, steady rhythm. She applied a little more pressure to his gland and fondled his balls while her fingers gently stroked the base of his shaft. He smiled and nodded; giving her the approval she sought for her method. She sucked gently as her head moved back off his cock so her cheeks pressed in, caressing the warm flesh of his pole. When just the tip of his cock remained in her mouth, she rolled her tongue over the crown and licked up along his little slit, tasting his precum and tickling his nerve-filled glans. When he smiled and groaned softly she watched his face strain while she pushed her lips back down his shaft until her throat rested on his cockhead.

He shifted his hands from her shoulders to her head, stroking her hair and pushing his hips into her mouth, speaking a few encouraging words, telling her what a good suck she was and how well she was doing. Tawny reacted to the encouragement, turning her head, varying the strokes and occasionally, finishing her downward stroke with a hard swallow to bring his cock into her tight throat. He reacted with a small thrust of his thighs and a caress to her head, feeding his cock deep into her throat before allowing her to slowly slip her lips back along his shaft, sucking and then licking at his crown all over again. Tawny kept her oral massage going until he began to breathe heavily and thrust his hips at her more aggressively. She knew he was close, so she pulled her mouth off and finished his pleasure with her fist, wrapped around his saliva slick cock. She opened her mouth, looking at him as she pumped his cock at her open mouth. He grimaced and gritted his teeth and Tawny pressed up into his gland firmly just as his thighs tensed and his hips shook. Tawny held his flow of cum at bay with the pressure on his prostate for a moment and then, while he looked down with pleasure; she let the pressure off and his cum spurted forth from his urethra. One, two, a third long, warm stream of cum, propelled by his spasm driven loins, poured into her open mouth and splattered onto her chin and lips. Tawny swallowed and let the forth and last stream splatter onto her face so he could see the results of his pleasure on her cheeks.

He finished with a pleasureful moan and relaxed while Tawny licked his cum off her lips and swallowed again while she looked up at his face. She took her fingers, smeared his cum on her cheeks, and then licked and sucked his cum off her fingers while he watched her. He took a step back and began to tuck his deflating penis away and another voice interrupted the solitude of the moment.

“Well, that was quite a lovely display. Sampling the goods Thomas?”

Thomas looked around in alarm, but Tawny remained calm, knowing there was nothing wrong with her sucking male cock that is offered at any time. The voice came from an attractive woman, middle aged, standing only a few feet behind him, at an angle that had given her a clear view of his cum as it poured into Tawny’s open mouth. Thomas recovered his composure quickly.

“Felicia, how long have you been standing there?’

“Long enough to see the slave has been well fed. Did you enjoy her?”

Thomas smiled as he fastened his pants. “She is excellent, to say the least.”

“She should be. This one comes with a reputation.” She looked at Tawny just as she was wiping her cheek with a tissue. “You would be Tawny, correct?”

Tawny was not surprised that this woman knew who she was. After all, she was obviously not a slave and would know who was supposed to be in the suite. Nevertheless, it made her feel good that she was attached to a reputation which obviously included being quite good at giving dominant males a good blow job. Tawny slipped off the stool, opened her thighs and sat erect as she looked up to the newcomer.

“Yes Mistress, I am Tawny.”

Thomas seemed a slight bit surprised that Felicia knew her, as though he was left out of the loop on information. Felicia came closer and placed her fingers on Tawny’s chin, looking into her face as she spoke.

“Yes Thomas, this is Tawny. I recognize her from many photos and she looks like she does on camera; sexy, athletic, beautiful, curvy body, tanned skin, pretty pussy, all the little things that make for a star slave.’ She looked at Thomas again.

“This was provoked, I take it?”

“Hell yes, Felicia. I came in to see the pair fucking like crazy in the next room and then came in here just in time to see this one humping her hand like a bitch in heat. She offered herself and I had to oblige her.”

Felicia smiled and looked at Thomas, and then back to Tawny.

“Did you enjoy yourself girl, did you offer yourself to this male?”

“Yes Mistress.” Tawny wondered if she or he was in trouble, remembering the man who was fired at the marketing center for taking an extra tit fuck with her.

Felicia smiled again and winked at Thomas. “Well, Ok then, that’s the kind of behavior we expect from a star Tawny. Stay willing and stay in practice all the time. I wish I had some time to spend, to try your talents out myself, but there is some business at hand. “So Thomas, maybe you better get on with your business and take the girls on down to the casino.”

Thomas wandered off meekly; knowing it was his job to escort the other girls for the evening. Since they were strict lesbians, he knew he would not be getting any more sexual excitement for the evening. Felicia motioned Tawny to follow her and walked to the bedroom two rooms away. She opened a closet and took a beautiful gown out and laid it on the bed.

She looked at Tawny sternly and barked her orders. “Bathe, no need to prepare yourself for sexual contact tonight, but be soft and feminine. Choose a sheer bra so the dress will show your bust and nipples; heels, very sheer stockings, no body jewelry other than a barbell in your clit, but Company necklace, ankle bracelet and earrings. A thong panty, and this.”

She tossed an open box on the bed that had a black, hard rubber shaft inside. At one end, there was a figurine attached. The other end had a large ball. The ball was a bit larger than the shaft and the shaft was a little larger than an inch in diameter and 5 inches long. The figurine was bent over the end of the shaft and when she looked closer, she could see that the shaft was attached like a giant penis coming from the middle of the small male figurine. Tawny looked at it, guessing what it was for. Felicia cleared up any doubts.

“It goes in your cunt, of course. It is called a little man. An appropriate name, wouldn’t you say? The little man at the end will nestle his face nicely against your clit when you pull it in into yourself, honey, and you’ll be pulling it into yourself all night while your vagina caresses that ball deep inside your cunt. It works very well with cute slaves like you with an overactive pussy. It will keep your mind on your business.”

She motioned Tawny to start getting herself ready while she spoke. Tawny looked the little man over one more time and turned to her bath.

“You’ll be meeting clients for the next day or so. No sex, just face-to-face, get-to-know-one-another meetings. Clients want to meet their slave on a familiar basis to see if the chemistry is right. We do it in a public setting so there is no overwhelming tendency to want to judge you on sexual performance alone. After all, you’ll be living with these people all the time, once they take you in. If the chemistry isn’t right, abuses can occur.’

Tawny slipped herself into the tub with bath oils and listened while Felicia went on.

“You met several clients already during your marketing phase. Two have elected not to bid you. Nothing to worry yourself over, it is just that one was more oriented to the bizarre.’

Tawny looked at her, questioningly.

“Yes, the guy with camels, so you can relax now. Not that he didn’t think you’d be good, but his financial situation changed and he decided to go cheap and long term.’

“One replacement is an English girl named Paula. She wants you for at least a six month term, maybe two. She has been a good recruiter for the Company, so we offered you to her at a bargain. It won’t affect your cut, but you want to pay attention to her likes. She tends to skirt the edge of the Company’s allowances for a pleasure slave, so you will have a veto should you decide she wants something you cannot or will not give her. She will be frank with you and you need to decide if her style is for you.”

Tawny stepped from the tub and, while drying, got the courage to ask what it was that this Mistress Paula would want her to do. Felicia only told her that she would have to hear it direct, as it was Paula’s request, but Felicia offered that Tawny may very well thrive on her offered behavior.

“You will find Mistress Paula to be very exciting indeed, if I understand your depth of submission and a need to serve as well as I think I do.”

“The other client you will meet, that is a bit out of the ordinary, is a gentleman named David. Don’t get the wrong idea, but he won your services in a contest.’ Since it was a contest, you have a veto again, but meet him and decide.’ He has had a full background check and fits all the criteria, except that he is a bit more limited in his means, economically. However, he does not appear to be limited in his imagination and how he would use a sexy little slave such as yourself. So meet him and let me know what you decide. That will be tomorrow afternoon, by the way, at the pool.

Tawny took all of her information in as she pulled the stockings up her legs and sat on the edge of the bed examining the little man. Felicia nodded and smiled and Tawny knew it was time to feel this new toy. She pressed the ball against her labia and worked it side to side until it began to open her vagina and slip into her pussy. The bulge ached as it began to work into her tunnel and Tawny gasped. It took a bit of relaxing and pressure and she had to work it into her pussy. Once it passed the first inches, however, it was easier to work into her elastic sleeve.

“Don’t push it all the way in love, let it hang out and inch or two.”

Tawny obeyed and let the figurine hang an inch from her labia and leaned back on her hands, looking at Felicia. She could feel the hard rubber shaft bend as she changed her body position.

“There you go, very good, now Tawny, let it work in on its own.” Felicia stared and looked into Tawny’s face. “Come on, work that kegel baby and suck it in nice and tight.”

Tawny understood and watched while she tensed her tummy and sucked the ball in deeper with her kegel muscle. The ball was pressed into her deeper, but would not go back out. It was held in place, deep in her pussy, by the muscular walls of her vagina as they grasped the shaft and pulled the ball into her, urged on by the erotic stimulation it gave to her pussy. Tawny shuddered as it pulled the little man’s head tightly against her clit. She forced herself to relax and the figurine backed away a little, but the motion of the ball in her pussy made her clench again and the head pushed into her clit. Tawny could tell that this would establish a constant massage of her clit and she wondered how long she would be able to resist before her pussy started spewing out cum and she lost her control to a soft, gentle orgasm.

“Feels heavenly, doesn’t it sweetie? It’s an amazingly simple but effective instrument and it will help you learn control and keep your mind on pleasure, and that tends to sway your judgment in a way that is favored by dominants. Just learn to control it, you’ll need to do just that for almost any dominant you serve anyway, slave. Now, finish dressing and I will take you down to meet Mistress Paula.”

Tawny stood up, adjusting to the sexy feeling in her pussy and pulled her thong up over her hips. It caressed the little man and she had to stop a second and breathe deeply to avoid slipping into a soft orgasm. She took the dress and let it fall over her head. It fit her perfectly, hugging her figure with a loose stretch fabric of light beige that contrasted and complemented her tanned skin tone. The front was cut low and left her shoulders bare. The neckline followed the curves of her breasts and the partially sheer pattern gave a peek at her nipples when she moved. It was a long dress, almost to her ankles, but the right leg was cut high, to the hip, and when she moved, it easily slipped apart to reveal her long, tanned thigh wrapped in her sheer stockings. Tawny lifted each foot, snapping her heels in place and stood in model fashion for Felicia to nod her approval.

“Very nice. It fits you perfectly; revealing, sexy and rich!”

Tawny smiled and looked at her figure in the mirror. Felicia was right, it was a beautiful dress and it fit her well. She looked sexy and it showed her body off well.

Felicia had her apply some darker lipstick and then led her to the door. Tawny thought about the situation. Something seemed not quite right. There seemed to be a lot of changes at the last moment. First, the stay at this casino and then the new clients, one that wanted her to do something that she was not quite into and the other a “contest” winner. Tawny suddenly felt a bit cheaper, being a contest prize. Like so many Dommes she had met, Felicia seemed to have a sixth sense for what she was thinking and she went on with her talk while Tawny stood ready by the door.

“Don’t let the next day worry you. Day after tomorrow we will have a good feel for how the bids will go and you will be rehearsing hard all day for your auction show that evening. You’ll be showing your best side to the bidders, the Company staff and anyone else that might be lucky enough to view a real slave auction.”

Tawny stood by and Felicia opened the door. They walked to the elevator and Tawny began to ask a question, but Felicia read her mind again.

“You’ll learn all about the show in time. It is a big deal, lots of lights, lots of girls and lots of action. You’ll feel quite at home, after all, you used to strip didn’t you?”