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Evelin

By: MaryTBoner



Swirls of emotion blinded him; he could only feel the crunching of the fallen leaves beneath his shoes and his tight grip on her arm. Was he holding her too firmly? A pang of guilt shot through the haze of fury... And devastation. He relaxed his grip, but only by a fraction. He fumed, hating himself for still caring for her and wanting to be gentle with the tiny slip of a woman. She was his weakness. 

"Sascha," she pleaded to deaf ears, "Sascha, you're bruising me." 

The last of her words caught his attention, and he immediately spun around to face her, causing her to bump into him, startled. The brush of the soft curve of her body branded itself against his chest. His heart leapt into his throat when he stared into her watery eyes. Her face was so innocent and open; he could see sadness flitting across her features. He had hurt her. He fisted his hand in frustration as he surveyed the rest of her. Where her purity rested in her face, her body was built like a siren. She was too damn beautiful; it made him ache with longing, and he couldn't resist stroking his fingers against her rosy cheek. Bitter words escaped his lips, "Oh? But my brother wasn't hurting you?" 

Her lips trembled, the tears threatening to spill, "Sascha—" 

"You still love him, don't you?" he sneered, but his heart crumbled at the mere thought—she was his now!—and he continued his tirade, "You still want to be in his loving arms, huh? Because he's so much more gentle than I am, isn't that right? Because he's so kind and handsome and smart, right?" 

Her small hand cupped his face, and he fought the urge to nuzzle against her touch. 

"Sascha," she breathed out, both knowing that she was about to apologize. 

But he was done with her excuses. 

His lips crashed down on hers, swallowing her words. Gone were his restraints and patient touches; he plundered her sweet mouth, destroying the months of his practiced tenderness. She tasted of apples and honey and heaven. He took all of her unapologetically, his tongue exploring the wonder that was her. She melted into his arms, no longer resisting his charms. She sighed, entangling her hands into his hair as a way to anchor herself to him. 

She was shy with inexperience, but she didn't hesitate to react to the fire that he stoked inside her. 

She was so sweet. Too sweet. Her acceptance of his roughness felled him. He was lost and so so so confused, drowning in his emotions. Brusque words brushed against the shell of her ear, "Are you upset that a man you'd never want makes you react like that?" 

"No, Sascha. No," she breathed. 

Anger clouded his judgement, his thoughts racing to the scene before. What a liar! He saw her—saw her in the embrace of her brother! He saw them smile at each other like conspiring lovers. He saw them! 

Maybe that's why she was acquiescing to him so readily now with those honeyed kisses and delicate smiles; she was trying to protect his brother. She was trying to hide what she was doing behind his back. He was never her first choice. Or any choice now that he contemplated it some. A sharp pain burst through his chest. 

It was an act. All of it was an act. From her heaving chests to her shining eyes to her labored breaths. She looked wanton, like a woman thoroughly kissed who craved something much more. But God, wasn't she just breathtaking even pretending? Another stab in his chest. 

"You lie," he murmured like the lover that he'll never be, words sharp like the knife that dug into his gut when he witnessed the two of them. 

He pinned her against the wall, uncaring of the brisk wind. Uncaring of the possibility of someone walking by. Uncaring of anything but his heart. 

"You likened me to a beast when we first met," one hand holding her arms above her head, the other slowly undoing the buttons of her frilly jacket. Their hearts raced in tandem. His fingers traced the outline of the gentle swells of her bosom maddeningly, and she moaned helplessly, "How does it feel to finally be taken by one?" 

She arched into him, wriggling closer to his caress. 

"Stop moving," a harsh whisper, but she knew that she was safe in his arms. Her heart clenched at the wildness and the rage and the vulnerability and the despair that flitted across his face. What she had in front of her was a man who was irrevocably in love with her. Tears filled her eyes. She adored him. His brother had congratulated her just moments before, both of them pleased with her relationship with Sascha. 

An ugly downturn of his sensual mouth, "Crying won't stop me." 

Don't stop, never stop. But when his calloused palm met her sensitive flesh, she couldn't even voice her thoughts. He dipped his head to attend to each of her aching breasts. His tongue licked and nibbled and stroked until the peaks of her breasts puckered and begged for more of his lavish attention. The coarseness of his hand trailed downwards, expectation and heat flared through her. Moisture pooled. Her eyes closed, and she moaned softly. 

That stilled the questing hand and a dark chuckle followed, "Look at me. Look at the man you don't love and watch him pleasure you." 

His caresses became more possessive and sure. Her gaze locked with silver eyes. His tongue flicked out, rewarding her. 

He couldn't hold the stare of hers; he knew that the adoration on her face wasn't for him. She was dreaming of his brother with her eyes open probably. She was a witch after all. Who else could tempt him like her? The front of his jeans tightened as his fingers rubbed against damp material. 

"Little one," he exhaled in surprise, triumph also coloring his voice, "You're wet for me, a man you don't love." 

He reveled in her slickness. He knelt in front of her. 

She couldn't even refute his claim, too lost in her pleasure, too lost in his seduction. 

"Is this what you want?" he sneered; his eyes wide in wonderment, betraying his hope, "A gentle man who can take care of you? You want a submissive man that'll kneel for you? Pleasure you?" 

His fingers worked within her, but not touching the spot that she craved. She knew it. He knew it. 

"Sascha," she begged. 

"Yes," he agreed mildly, while his fingers trailed wicked little designs against her wetness, "That's my name." 

"Please." 

"Please what?" 

"Please stop torturing me," she mewled, feeling his digits finally moving inside of her. His lips sought out her clit before they suckled her to mindlessness. 

He inhaled a scent unique to her. She was lovely, every part of her. She was exquisite. And tonight, she'll be his. Forever. 

He rubbed his whiskers against her sensitive flesh, adding more beautiful friction, eliciting music to his ears. Then he felt it. He began to saw his fingers into her, delving deeper and deeper, making sure to linger his caresses against that one spot. More notes of passion escaped her parted lips. His cock twitched, the front of his jeans feeling even more uncomfortable. It took all of his willpower to not strip and pound like an animal into her. 

"Come for me, little one," he breathed against her clit, quickening his fingers, "Come now." 

His teeth replaced his breath. And she exploded at the sensation, at his command. Her eyes rolled back, her once massaging fingers now clenching his scalp, willing him to stay in place. He didn't mind. He lapped her up, tasting her sweetness, his eyes glued to the thrashing of her head against the wall. This time his heart swelled. I did this. 

She weakly tugged at his hair. 

He obeyed. 

He fed her her essence. She moaned and readily accepting the taste of herself. Nothing made him burn with desire than her eagerness. His hips grinded against hers, denim causing delicious contact. His eyes rolled back before he reluctantly pulled back. She whimpered in protest, but sighed when probing fingers found her again. She was gorgeous when she came; he wanted to see it happen again—on his cock. 

He smirked. It took no time to feel moisture. 

"Is this how you like it," his words graveled from his passion, "Rough and against the wall? With your arms pinned? Fucking in an alleyway where anyone could see you?" 

And he could have sworn that she clenched against his fingers. 

"Oh?" he withdrew his digits to tease her, causing her hips to buck at the loss, "You like dirty talk, huh? You know that gentleman of yours is too above that, right? You do know that he'll never fill your pussy like how my cock will?" 

She moaned at his foreshadowing, but he continued his assault of his words and his fingers until her legs wobbled and she was gripping his biceps to remain upright, "You think he'll lick your clit the way you like?" 

He trailed wet kisses against her neck before grazing his teeth against her earlobe, "Your body responds perfectly to me, kitten. I'll pound into you like an animal until you can't feel, can't even think about anything except for me. And there's nothing for you to do but scream out my name as you come around my cock." 

With that, he tore off his jeans and entered her. 

"Kiss me," a demand. 

She met him halfway and kissed him for all that she was worth and it stole his breath away. His heart hammered as he began to thrust into her. He circled his hips to tease her clit. Hers urged him to quicken his languid thrusts. He raised his head, amused, "You think to command me?" 

He punctured each of his word with a sensual roll of his hips, instilling the point that he was very much in charge of their mutual pleasure. 

"Sascha." 

He froze when she squeezed him. Beads of sweat collected on his forehead, trying to refrain from slamming into her and losing his seed all too quickly. God, nothing felt this good, nothing. But he still painstakingly and slowly removed himself out to the crown before slowly plunging into her heat. 

"Sascha," her nails scored his back, her pussy still squeezing his cock gloriously. 

His deep thrusts never faltered. 

Her heels dug into the back of his thighs, her hips rocking impatiently, demanding him to hurry; every stroke was delicious, sending a bolt of blinding sensation through her, and she just wanted—needed—more. She panted, "Sascha. I love you." 

That was his undoing. 

He roared and hammered into her frantically, each thrust a brand of his ownership, each causing her stomach to knot tighter and tighter. He knew, hazily in the back of his mind, that there was no going back from this. That he'll be wanting this for the rest of his life. He suckled on her neck, desperate to mark her as his. His heart soared. She said that she loved him. There was nothing more beautiful that those words echoing over the joining of their flesh. 

"Sascha," she moaned, "Sascha, oh, Sascha." 

That was her only signal. She spasmed powerfully against him, seeing nothing but stars. He thrust even harder, milking her orgasm, prolonging her enjoyment. His grip on her bruising as he shouted, hotness spilling into her womb. 

She spattered kisses along his jaw, weakly wrapping her hands around his shoulders. He dropped his head down onto her neck, stopping the tenderness that she displayed. He clung onto her, still pumping in and out. 

"Did you hear me?" she asked gently once her own breathing slowed, his shallow thrusts coming to an end, "I love you, Sascha." 

"Words of passion," he dismissed airily, but wanting nothing more than for her words to be true. He avoided her gaze, more interested in the mark on her throat. His. 

"It's always been you," she hummed, basking in the afterglow, bringing his face to meet hers. Their foreheads touched, and she promised, "It's always been you, Sascha."

Evelyn



Evelyn sat back in her chair and smiled a charmingly wicked smile which made her eyes seem to almost dance in the soft fire-light of the room. A thin wisp of her blond hair fell over her right eye and she brushed it back seductively. The soft satin material of her robe fell slightly open where it lay between her breast and she seemed to ignore it as she continued to stare at me. I couldn't help but glance down quickly at the opening of her robe hoping to catch a glimpse of her breast or perhaps even her nipple. This confident and very feminine woman was seated across from me, sipping her wine and simply watching me. 

I placed the drink I was holding on a silver coaster on the small table next to my chair, the only thing on the table besides my drink was an intricately carved ivory statue about five inches high, of a nude couple making love in the sitting position. 

"Doesn't our age difference bother you?" She asked softly as I lifted my eyes back to meet hers. 

Without answering I stood up and moved forward until I was standing before her in her chair. Our eyes were locked on each others. In answer to the question I carefully unbuttoned my pants and let them drop to the floor. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs I slowly pulled them down over my thighs before letting let them drop to my ankles. My already hard cock was pointing directly at her face. 

A small smile crossed her face. As if to tease me even further, she momentarily ignored my cock never letting her eyes leave mine. I sensed that her breathing became quicker as her anticipation increased. As I stood there above her she moved her hands up and untied the sash of her robe and let it fall open exposing her breast. Then she slowly brushed the material back off of her shoulders and the robe fell down around her waist in the chair. I stepped out of my pants and briefs and pulled my shirt off over my head. Once again looked deeply into her eyes.

In a graceful motion she reached her right hand out and rubbed her fingers lightly along the side of my prick from the head to my scrotum. As she lightly rubbed my hard member she dropped her eyes to my penis. I looked down at her breast and got a full view for the first time since I had known her. The beautiful breasts that years before had stood firm and round still hung erotically from her chest and her dark nipples invited me to suck them. 

"They're not like they use to be," She said almost apologetically as she saw me admiring them. "They use to be..." She let her voice trail off.

"They're very erotic and they turn me on!" I said in a low voice. "I want to suck on them at the same time that I feel my cock sliding in and out of your cunt!"

"I'm quite a bit older than you," She said quietly.

"You're a woman," I replied. "And that is all that is important."

Her delicate fingers wrapped around my cock and she began to slowly and erotically jack me off. The motion made her tits dance lusciously as her robe slipped even lower in her chair exposing the tops of her thighs and a portion of her pubic hair, before long she was sitting in her chair as nude as I. Her aged body looked almost childlike in the soft light of the room. She stopped jacking me off and leaned forward slipping the head of my cock between her bright red lips. Her tongue caressed and tantalized my prick-head that was held inside her mouth, and I could feel her breath against my belly. I let her suck me for a while as I became lost in the intense feeling of pleasure.

Some time had passed and I reached down and took her shoulders in my hands and pulled her up into a standing position in front of me. As I held her to me my heart pounded even stronger as I felt her naked breast pressing against my chest. With a deliberate movement she maneuvered herself so that my left thigh was between both of her and she began rubbing her pubic mound against me. The heat radiating from her aroused cunt felt delicious against my skin. My hard cock was pressed awkwardly against her belly and I could feel the small droplets of my clear, pre-fuck lubricant leaving wet tracks on the skin around her navel.

In a chair, placed in the darkness of the corner of the room, sat Evelyn's husband Richard, silently watching us. If it weren't for the occasional sound of his own aroused breathing it would have been easy to forget that he was there. When he first approached me with the idea of helping him satisfy his wife's sexual needs I had the feeling that this was his idea alone, but soon after meeting Evelyn I realized that was not the case. Her strong need for sexual fulfillment and satisfaction was evident in almost every move she made, it was as if her whole being was starving for fulfillment. The decision to invite me into their relationship was a mutual one and for reasons known only to them.

Evelyn's skin smelled faintly of roses as I nibbled her shoulder with my lips. My hands were gently caressing her soft tits as my fingers rubbed lightly over her nipples. Her right hand had dropped down and had found my scrotum and she gently was playing with my balls in a very erotic circular movement.

I slowly moved her back, a step at a time, to the large coffee table that stood in front of the leather sofa. Urging her down, I laid her back on the cool top of the table. With her legs spread she exposed a very erotic and feminine aged cunt that was framed in silky gray pubic hair. As I stood above her I thought of how many times her cunt must have been fucked over the years. How many penises had found pleasure inside her? I suspected that she had had a life of occasional lovers. Some known to her husband, some not. As I drank in the luscious sight of her waiting cunt, I wondered, over the years, how much cum had been pumped into that very hole that now presented itself to me and I was about to enter.

The skin of her soft thighs led my eyes to the place where they converged at her crotch. Her pink lips highlighted her dark cunt-crack and her clitoris protruded beyond the lips invitingly. Her belly heaved excitedly and the firelight was just enough light to illuminate with a distinct sparkle the wetness of her desire that now seeped from her cunt-lips. With lust-inflamed eyes that were half closed she looked at me as I hovered above her. Moving slowly I positioned myself between the pale flesh of her legs and slowly, tantalizingly, I brought my hard cock to a place just inches from her highly aroused vagina. As her breathing increased in anticipation of another fuck, I gently blew my breath over her nipples. Moving my hips forward I parted her cunt lips with the head of my cock - searching for the entrance of her vagina. She wiggled her back on the cool surface of the table trying to meet my probing cock - trying to help me enter her sex organ. Then with one quick thrust of my hips I slid my hard cock inside her body all of the way to my scrotum. She let out a whimper of pleasure as hard flesh filled her inflamed cunt once more.

"OH GOD!" She cried as I began to move my prick in and out of her warm, wet, fuck-hole. As I increased the speed of my thrusting I could hear the delicious wet sucking sounds of my prick as it rode in and out of the aroused flesh of her pussy. Her whole body shivered with pleasure as the excitement of my cock spread within her, "Oh God, fuck me!" She whispered as she softly bit my earlobe. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She whispered each time my hard cock thrust inside her vagina. I kept fucking her with an even tempo. As her pleasure mounted I could tell she was quickly approaching her first orgasm. Her hands were clutching my shoulders and her face was pressed tightly into my neck, her breathing was short and heavy and I could feel the walls of her vagina tightening against my cock. Then with a loud moan that came from deep inside her chest she shuddered strongly and came in distinct waves of pleasure. Soon it was evident that all of her strength was momentarily drained from her with her first orgasm. She let go of my shoulders and relaxed back onto the table, still moaning and breathing hard. Her body was periodically giving in to sporadic spasms of pleasure as I continued to slowly fuck her pussy. 

As Evelyn began to build to her next orgasm I slowed my rhythm down, taking long-slow strokes. I would pull my hard cock completely out of her vagina before thrusting back inside her as deeply as I could. Each time I thrust my prick inside her I could feel my scrotum banging against her ass and she would let out a soft moan of pleasure.

I heard a faint noise and realized that Richard had gotten up from his chair and had moved over onto the sofa that was facing the table so he could get a better view of his wife getting fucked. His eyes were locked on the sight of my wet cock going in and out of Evelyn's cunt. He was obviously enjoying the lustful events that were taking place before him.

I slowly pulled my well lubricated cock out of Evelyn's fuck-hole and placed the head against her swollen clitoris for a few moments to feel her incredible heated cunt. Then I moved down her body with my lips, kissing her warm flesh as I went, past her breast, past her belly to her neatly trimmed pussy hair where I paused to run my tongue along the edge of her hair. Then moving down I held my lips a few inches from her cunt lips and let my breath bathe the inflamed flesh of her hot cunt. Her cunt lips were parted much more than the first time I had seen them because of the fact that I had just pulled my hard fuck-tool from inside her wet hole. As I placed my lips over her cunt my tongue immediately found her clitoris and I began to tenderly flick it up and down simulating the action of a cock pulling it back and forth as if it were being fucked. Evelyn began to moan louder and I closed my eyes to concentrate on the motion of stimulating her highly sensitive organ. She moved her hands down and was holding my head tightly against her cunt and I knew she was getting close to another orgasm. I moved my left hand up the inside of her thigh and played with her labia for a moment before slipping two fingers into her flooded vagina in search of her G-spot. 

Evelyn's body was shuddering and tightening with intense pleasure. Each jolt brought her closer to what I knew would be the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced in her life. I held a steady pace with my tongue on her clitoris while my fingers gently stroked the fleshy bump in her vagina that was her G-spot. Her orgasm started deep within her and spread throughout her entire body. Her loud cries filled the room as the waves of pleasure flooded over her tender naked body. With each gentle stroke of my fingers her body convulsed with added pleasure. The flesh of her aged body seemed tender and erotic as it lay before me and my hard erection desired to be back inside her. 

Evelyn slowly arose from the coffee table and moved over and sat down on the other end of the sofa with her husband. As I moved toward her she turned so that she was kneeling on the edge of the sofa, with her legs spread slightly apart. Her arms were resting on the back of the sofa. In this position she presented her deeply aroused cunt to me. Just before I slipped my hard cock into her vagina once more I could see the clear wetness dripping from her cunt-lips. As agreed, this was my unspoken signal to fuck her as hard as I could until I finally came inside her. I made my first entry-thrust into her as hard as I thought she could take and I couldn't believe how erotic it was to watch her soft tits swing violently as they hung down from her chest. I pumped her hot fuck-hole with deep and hard strokes that she took hungrily, pushing back at me for more. Her cries were loud and passionate as I pumped harder and harder into her. Suddenly her whole body tensed and I felt her cunt tighten around my cock as she started to cum again. She let out a loud cry that filled the room and I could feel my own orgasm begin. I felt my hot cum shooting up the length of my cock and spewing into her fuck-hole. With each hard pulse of my ejaculation Evelyn seemed to enjoy another orgasm. We stayed in that position for as long as it took for our pleasure to subside. As it did I reached around her body and gently caressed her mature tits as they hung down.

As was agreed earlier, without a word I pulled my softening cock out of her vagina and stepped away from her. I gathered my clothes and quietly left the room. As I closed the door behind me I could see Richard holding Evelyn in his arms.



Evelyn



The story is based on true events.

Still, I won't claim that the events have really happened in the order that I've described here - things have happened a really long time ago...

So, I'm nineteen...

It's the summer holiday and I've been sleeping for more than fourteen hours!

For the moment, I don't know this, but I am soon to find out...

I'm naked, feeling cozy, and I stretch my arms and legs, feeling good!...

The traffic noises on the street make me realize, in my semi consciousness that it must be late in the morning or something...

Suddenly, a breeze tickles my pubes and, a second after, I feel something warm and wet touching the tip of my dick...

I realize that I am at home, in my bed, and, since my parents do not accept pets, I start wondering what is causing those sensations...

My hands are above my head and I really am too lazy to make the effort to put one hand on my dick and realize what is really happening.

Am I still dreaming?!?

My dick starts stiffening - it's up already!

God! I need a wet hole to stick it in!

Oh no! Something is engulfing the head of my dick!

What the heck!?!

I open my eyes, and... there she is!

Blue eyed beauty, short haircut, small tits but huge nipples...

"Gosh! How did you get in?"

"Your mother answered the door and I've asked her kindly to let me wake you"...

I grab her by her arms, make her lay down on my chest, and kiss her frantically.

She's Evelyn, a fuck buddy - a teaser!

Whenever I call her, she tells me that she cannot come - she's busy, having some schedule arranged with, or by her parents...

Whenever she calls me, things go somewhat like this":

"Hi, I need to see you - your place, or my place"

Maybe I'm in bed with some other girl...

"Look, I cannot see you before, let's say, two hours"...

"OK, tell that bitch to move her ass out of your bed and house, cause I'm coming! And I'll be taking a cab! So, hurry!" And she ends the call...

...

Once, I've ignored her - she has arrived at my place, met the other one, and told her:

"Honey, either you love him, which, by the way you look at him, I don't believe it, either you let him fuck you some other time, since now I'm really horny and there really are a very few guys around who know how to get me rid of my itch! So, just be a nice girl and beat it, since I'm already starting to take my clothes off!"

You can probably imagine that that girl has never accepted to see me again!

...

We kiss, for a minute or so, while my dick is searching for the entrance in her cunt.

There!

They find each other!

I start sticking it in...

"Stop" She says - let me put some music - "you know I'm shy and I don't want your mother to hear our moans!"...

She jumps out from the bed, leaving the tip of my dick wet and tickling...

Shit! This is Evelyn!

Less than a minute later, the room is filled with the sound of Vangelis - Chariots of Fire...

She approaches the bed - I cannot stop admiring how beautiful her slim body can be...

I grab her by her hand, put her in bed on her back, and, in some kind of rush, stick, again, my dick into her cunt...

She's wet, like always!

She softly whispers in my ear: "Look, I think that I am in that period of the month when I can easily become a ridiculously young and single mother - so, take care!"

I don't know why, but this gives me some kind of an impulse - I start fucking her hard and deep, but, being so wet, it doesn't hurt her.

I take her legs and put them on my shoulders, then, again, I start pumping her, as if I was late to go some place...

Luckily, less than a day before, I've been fucking some other chick, so my balls aren't full with jizz...

I'm deep inside her, I stop, but keep on pressing her womb - I feel the muscles of her cunt caressing the base of my dick.

Gosh! She moves them so good!

I keep on pushing. I feel my dick pulsing inside her.

She starts trembling and gives herself a nice orgasm - she scratches my back with her nails, she grabs my hair with one hand and forces me to give her a deep long kiss.

Her whole body is spasming - I feel that I am close to cumming too.

I stop kissing her and, after taking a deep breath, I ask her:

"Honey, what will it be? Mouth or ass?"

"Go down there! I don't want you too far from there! In fact, I wouldn't let you get out, but I'm too afraid!"...

I gradually stop pressing, and, gently, take out my dick, and start searching for the other entrance.

There it is! I can feel it! It's already wet from the cunt juices.

My dick is wet too.

I gently start pushing, and pushing, and pushing.

It probably hurts her, since she's trying to move up, and up, and up, towards the corner of the bed...

I guide her body towards the pillows in the corner - her head reaches them, until she cannot run anywhere...

I keep on pressing, and pressing.

Her sphincter finally lets me in, and she starts crying - only tears, no noise...

I know that if I stop now, she will try to beat the crap out of me - the first time when we did it, seeing her cry, made me stop - I've been lucky she didn't kill me!

So, I keep on sticking it in, more, and more, and, again, she starts trembling...

"God! I need you to rip me off! Cut me in two halves! I'm a tramp! I'm a bitch! I'm a whore! I'm a slut! Nobody will ever look at me as if I were a decent woman! I'm just a piece of shit!"...

She keeps on trembling and I feel I'm close to cumming too!

I let it go! I push, and push, and push!

My jizz goes deep inside her bowels...

I hold her in my arms, I embrace her so strong that she starts having breathing problems...

I cannot stop! I feel so good!

We stay like that for a minute, or so...

Then, she reaches a napkin and places it beneath her ass.

"Now, dear, get out! You will, most probably, be full of shit!

Go and see that your mother isn't around please, so that we can go and take a shower"...

...

Good girl, good memories!...

We were both students, but at different universities.

We've continued seeing each other until she's finished her studies and had to go to work in another town.



Evelyn & Anna



"That bitch has gone too far!" Queen Catherine fumed. She slammed her bedchamber door closed and crossed to the massive looking glass that hung on the far wall. Examining her face, she saw few lines and her hair was still dark as a raven's wing. "How dare she tell me I'm old!" She stared at her reflection without seeing it as she replayed the previous ten minutes in her mind.

She'd been seated at the head of the dining table with her two daughters and stepdaughter flanking her. Catherine had just told the girls that she'd accepted the marriage proposal of Prince Henry. Her own lovely daughters had, of course, been thrilled. Their fortune had been dwindling since the death of their stepfather, King Liam, eighteen months earlier and Prince Henry was rich beyond comprehension.

Evelyn, on the other hand, wasn't as happy. At 19, she was already past prime marrying age and was still living in her stepmother's home instead of her own. She'd had the nerve to look Catherine straight in the eye, as she said, "Aren't you a little old for the young Prince. Surely you won't be able to bear him an heir." True, the wench's words had her speechless for a short time. The girl had never learned to hold her tongue. It was her father's fault. He'd spoiled Evelyn before his death but Catherine had been trying to remedy that. The girl's hands were no longer soft and smooth but coarse and callused from hours of scrubbing floors, washing linens, and tending the kitchen garden. Catherine smiled into the mirror as she thought of beautiful Evelyn sleeping in the stables alone but for the horses and the rats for the next week. She'd have no protection from the stable hands, but that couldn't be helped. "She's too old to snare a good husband anyway, so her virtue is no longer of any import. Let those randy young men take their fill of her. Mayhap that'll teach her to keep a civil tongue in her head."

It wasn't often that she had such an excellent opportunity to prick her stepmother's infamous vanity and she relished the way her face had turned red as she struggled for a retort. Her joy was short lived, however. The Queen regained her tongue and used it's sharp edge to cut her deeply. Her two younger stepsisters joined in as well and she was soon banished to the stable for the next week as punishment for her incorrigibleness. And it wasn't that she'd never been made to sleep out here in the stable before. But never had it been for more than a single night at once. She'd been able to keep herself hidden from the men that tended the horses, but doubted that she could for a whole week. One or more of them were sure to find her. Fear tied her stomach in knots as she huddled behind some hay bales in the corner. The night air was chill and Evelyn pulled her thin shawl closer around her. She couldn't stay here. The men had all returned hours before and though she strained to hear any noise, there was none. Evelyn gathered her courage to do what she knew she must.

"What do you mean she's gone? Have you searched for her?" Catherine's ire had the servant shaking in his muddy boots.

"Everywhere, my Queen." He ducked and barely escaped being hit buy the solid gold candlestick Catherine threw at him.

"Where do you think she's gone to, Mother?"

"It doesn't matter where she is, Gweny. She'll be punished for her disobedience and I won't be so kind to her this time." She turned to the still quaking servant. "Fetch me, Derek."

"Whatever do you want with that brute?" Glenna, her eldest daughter, asked.

"That brute knows the forest well. If the wench is hiding there, he'll find her. And when he does, he'll make sure she never draws another breath."

"Who do you think she is?"

"Don't know, Marta. Pretty thing."

"Dressed fancy, too. Anna, heat some water so I can wash the dirt from her face and get a good look at her."

"Yes, Mama." Anna hurried to the kitchen as her parents continued to stare at the young woman lying unconscious on her bed. They'd found her in the barn not a half hour before. They couldn't wake her so Jack, her father, carried her to the house and put her in Anna's bed. Even covered in dirt and with hay in her dark hair, Anna could see that she was pretty and looked to be about her own age. Her clothes were torn and filthy but they were obviously expensive. Anna looked down at her own plain dress, "Whoever she is, she's not a farmer's daughter."

"Anna, is the water ready?"

"Yes, Mama." She carried the kettle of hot water into her bedroom along with a bowl and a washcloth. "She hasn't waked?"

"No," her mother sighed as she began wiping the girl's face clean. "If she doesn't wake soon we'll have to send for Doctor Fetcher."

"The boys will be home soon, Marta. I'll send Alex for the doc. He can eat his supper when he returns."

"Everyone, she's waking!" Anna called through the open door when she he saw the girl's eyelids flutter. Her brothers and parents surrounded the bed, waiting for her to open her eyes. Doctor Fetcher had already examined her and left. He hadn't found anything wrong with her but guessed that she'd been exhausted and simply needed lots of sleep. He'd left instructions to notify him if she hadn't waked by morning. After he left, Marta had ordered Jack and the boys out of the house while she and Anna bathed the girl.

Anna was surprised at the warmth that flooded her veins at the sight of the girl's naked body, which was just as beautiful as her face. Her skin was smooth and white all over. Marta carefully washed the dirt, leaves, and hay from her hair while Anna ran a washcloth over her body. Her breasts were firm and pink tipped; her stomach flat and unmarked.

"She's never borne a babe from the looks of her," Marta commented. "Seems to be about your age, Anna."

"Yes, she does. Look at her hands, Mama." Anna turned the girl's palm upward, showing Martha its work-roughened surface.

"Hmmm…those aren't the hands of a wealthy girl. Maybe she stole those fancy clothes she was wearing."

They finished bathing her, dressed her in one of Anna's nightgowns, and tucked her back into bed. Anna sat by the bed while her mother went outside to wash the girl's clothing. Her father and brothers came in and sat in front of the fire wondering where the girl came from and who she was. Now they all stood around the bed staring down at her as she stretched and opened her eyes. They were a deep, clear blue and filled with fear as she saw the clan standing over her.

"She looks scared," Brandon, the youngest of them all, noted.

"Well of course she's scared. Waking up to find us all here peering at her." Marta took the girl's hand in her own and felt her forehead. "Still no fever, that's a good sign. Can you tell us your name, girl?" She opened her mouth and let out a croak. Anna gave her the glass of water from the bedside table. The girl emptied the cup quickly.

"Do you know your name?"

"Evelyn. Where am I?"

"You're in my room," Anna told her. "We found you sleeping in our barn this afternoon. I'm Anna."

"I'm Marta, this is my husband, Jack. And these are our sons, Alex, Jacob, Simon, and Brandon. Are you hungry?" Evelyn nodded silently and Jacob left to fetch the soup his mother set aside for the girl.

"I don't remember going into your barn," she was saying when Jacob returned. "I've been…traveling for three or four days and have slept very little." Her stomach growled when Marta handed her the bowl Jacob had brought. She ate hungrily, not spilling a single drop.

"Would you like some more?"

"I'm full, Marta, thank you. Thank you all." None of the men had spoken to her, but she saw the lusty looks the three older brothers were sending her way.

"It wasn't a bother. Now why don't you try to sleep and we can talk more in the morning. I'll put a pallet for Anna on the floor so you won't be alone." Marta stood up and shooed the men out the door. Having Anna in the room would prevent her boys from acting on the lust she saw in their eyes.

"She couldn't have survived this long in the forest."

"The search continues until I have her or proof that she'd dead. Is that understood?"

"Yes, my Queen." The man bowed out of the room leaving Catherine alone in her bedchamber.

"I see now that I should've handled this myself from the start," she said to herself as she took several bottles from the chest against the wall and arranged them on a small table. She mixed the contents from a few of them in a bowl and sprinkled it over several ripe strawberries. Catherine brought a larger bottle from the chest. Carrying both the bottle and the bowl of berries, she left the castle. After saddling one of the horses in the stable, she rode into the forest, her dark brown cape flying out behind her.

Anna watched as Evelyn rolled her stockings down her long legs. The two had decided to go swimming once they had finished their daily chores. Anna and her family had taken Evelyn under their wing and treated her like their own. She'd never been part of a real family before and was happier the past two days than she'd been for the past year and a half. Anna was already removing her dress when Evelyn stood to unbutton hers. The dress was a plain one that Anna gave to her so that the one they found her in wouldn't get ruined.

"It's a perfect day for a swim. I'm glad that Marta sent the boys to the village today."

"I don't' think it was a coincidence. They weren't supposed to take the pigs to sell for another three weeks. I told Mama this morning that we'd probably want to come to the river today. My brothers want you, Evelyn. Momma sent them early so they wouldn't sneak down here to watch you."

Evelyn laughed, "I've seen the way they look at me. Your mother doesn't think I entice them purposely, does she?"

"Oh no, she just understands how young men are. She explained how sneaky they can be last summer when the Wilson's boy started hanging around here every day." The girls were both naked and wading into the warm river.

"You had a beau?"

"Not exactly. He did kiss me once, behind the barn."

"How was it?" Evelyn was fascinated. Shed never been kissed. She'd warded off the liberties her suitors tried to take as well as refusing their marriage proposals. None of them had loved her, but they did love the money they would gain by marrying her. She told Anna all this.

"I don't' know that it's the same for everyone but for me it wasn't that great. Nothing that made me want to do with him the things Mama told me about. It was like kissing one of my brothers."

"I don't have any brothers. Maybe if I did, I wouldn't have been so lonely after Papa died." Perhaps having a brother would've meant that she wouldn't have been at Catherine's mercy after the King's death. Evelyn waded back to shore. Anna followed her.

"Are you alright?" She moved close to Evelyn, lightly touching her fingertips to her bare shoulder.

"Yes. Now that I have such wonderful friends." Evelyn hugged Anna, both forgetting their nudity until their wet bodies were pressed together. Heat coursed through them and each saw fire in the other's eyes. Not knowing or caring who moved first, they found themselves kissing. Anna ran her tongue softly against Evelyn's lips and felt them part, inviting her inside.

Evelyn ran her hands down Anna's back, grasping her slim hips and pulling her closer. Their tongues slid against each other. Anna's fingers found Evelyn's breast and she gently cupped it, teasing the tip into a stiff peak with her thumb. Evelyn's moan surprised and excited her.

They were breathless when they broke the kiss. "I feel hot and achy between my legs, Anna"

"I feel it too. Can I touch you?" Evelyn simply nodded and they lie down on the soft grass of the riverbank. Anna slowly moved her hand downwards over her flat stomach to between her thighs. As her fingers explored the soft, wet folds, another groan left Evelyn. She leaned forward to take Anna's rosy nipple into her mouth. Her senses reeled when Ana pushed two of her fingers into her. She reached between Anna's legs and did the same to her causing Anna's hips to buck against her hand.

Within seconds, both girls were writhing towards a dizzying height. Anna could feel Evelyn's juices flowing over her hand and she pumped her with her fingers. She plunged her tongue into her mouth, moaning at the sweetness inside.

Just as she noticed her pulsing, squeezing her fingers, Evelyn tore her mouth away, screaming her pleasure to the oaks towering above them. Her heels dug into the ground, her body shaking as she brought Anna to the same release with her own fingers.

The story continues with Chapter II…Coming soon.



Evelyn and the Admiral



The salty sea air swirled Evelyn's hair into her deep, quiet eyes. As she lifted her delicate hand to brush it from her face, she couldn't help taking in the dreadful environment she had been thrust into. Her family, languishing in jail for their revolutionary actions against the king, could only be saved by someone in a high position, and Evelyn signed herself into service of the S.S. SeaPlow in hopes of throwing her request upon the Admiral, the one man who held the kings favor.

Life at sea, however, was far from the romantic voyage that one hears of in storybooks and fairy tales. From the first, Evelyn had been forced into hard labor; scrubbing the decks on her hands and knees, washing the sailors clothes, cooking, cleaning, and every other imaginable chore unbefit a woman of her station. Not to mention the unbearable harrassment from the sailors, unaccustomed to the presence of a lady.

"Hey there, missy, I've got a plank for you to walk." "You can shine me mast any day, lassie." These taunts and countless others rained upon her all day long, reddening her cheeks and sending tears streaming from her eyes, humiliated and ashamed at these uncouth words. Six weeks of this treatment, and still no glimpse of the Admiral. Was this worth it?

As Evelyn began to rise from the deck, she lifted her head and was greeted by the sight of a giant phallus flopping in her face. "Ya can polish this now you're done with the deck," spat Poop Deck Pete, by far the crudest of the crew. While the sight of a cock that huge would normally send shivers thru Evelyn's shaved pussy, on this day she had had enough. Without thinking, Evelyn smacked Pete's swollen member as hard as she could, and, for good measure, spat on his hairy stomach protruding above it.

As Pete stumbled back, his pain turned to anger. Howling to the wind, he reached out and grabbed Evelyn by the hair, yanking her to her feet. "I'll teach you, you little bitch!" Pete snarled. Grabbing the front of Evelyn's dress with both hands, Pete ripped the fabric straight down the front of her tight, tiny body, exposing her bare breasts to the sea air.

Evelyn's nipples immediately hardened due to the stinging salt water whipping across her chest, and she froze with fear of Pete's revenge. Once again grabbing her by the hair, Pete forcefully bent Evelyn over the ship rail, balancing her between the deck and the sea. He leaned into her ear and whispered, "Just relax and don't struggle love, I'm going fuck you so hard that you won't even be conscious when I dump you in the drink."

As the head of Pete's giant cock nestled against her maidenhead, Evelyn closed her eyes and could think only of her parents, and how she had failed them. She tried not to cry in anticipation of the ravaging about to take place, but her strength had left her body and tears rolled down her beautiful face.

As Pete reared back to penetrate her tight, virgin vagina, a gun shot rang out. Evelyn felt the weight of Pete's clumsy body fall off of her with a thud, as Pete's dead form hit the deck. Evelyn looked up in surprise, confused about who would rescue this poor, abandoned wench, when, thru her tears, she saw him at last, holding a smoking pistol and extending the rags of her dress to her.

"Cover yourself, dear, and come to my cabin. I know there's something you've been meaning to talk to me about. The rest of you rotting carcasses," he said, to the masses who had gathered to watch the rape, "get back to your posts and know that all rapists will be dealt with in this way."

As the Admiral strood off, Evelyn humbly covered her quivering body, amazed at the kindness of this powerful man. She followed him quickly, eager to escape the greedy eyes of the men, still trying to catch a glimpse of her breasts. The Admiral held open the door to his cabin for her, and her eyes met his as she passed, silently thanking him for saving her life.

As Evelyn entered the chamber, she was shocked at the spartanness of the room. She had assumed the Admiral to live a life of opulence, but here was a sparsely furnished room, with nothing save a few maps and candles adoring the desk. Evelyn turned around to speak to the Admiral and thank him, only to be cut off by his finger to her lips and his gentle. voice.

"I know why you are on this ship. The king and I have shared correspondence, and he has informed me of your situation. He has agreed to release your parents and grant them diplomatic immunity, provided they leave the country and never return. As we speak, they are on a boat to the new world to start a new life." Evelyn's heart race with joy as she heard the news and tears began to well in her eyes.

"However, there is a price to pay. In exchange for your parents freedom, you shall no longer have yours. You are to be endentured to this ship, and with that, to me. You will spend the rest of your natural life serving the country that granted your parents such extraordinary mercy, and do so on this boat serving my every command."

Evelyn began to speak, and was once again silenced by the Admiral. As he spoke his next words, he locked eyes with Evelyn, boring straight into her soul, silently pleading with her. "You have two choices: you can serve as a common sailor; cleaning, sailing, look out, all the chores of sea life and live as one of the men; free to roam the deck, take shore leave in port, and be paid the standard rate. You will make an honest living, and be as free as able in your situation. Or you can serve me directly, obeying my every order, giving me all your time and energy and everything else I desire; including yourself. It's your decision."

The Admiral let these words sink into Evelyn as he sat himself on the edge of his desk, never breaking eye contact with the girl. Evelyn looked into the hazel eyes of the Admiral, and while she saw the kindness that he had offered her, she also saw the harshness that had allowed him to rise to such a position, a willingness to do whatever needed to be done, regardless of the situation or consequences. And there was one more spark in his eye, the spark of desire, and as Evelyn looked over the Admiral, she noticed a swelling in his groin, a massive bulge where the head of his cock was throbbing against his breeches.

Without saying a word, Evelyn let the rags of her dress fall to the floor, exposing her naked body to the Admiral. As she stood, her body began to flush with the anticipation of what was to come next. She could feel blood rushing into the lips of her vagina, and the nectar of her sex began to flow. She stepped forward, and placing her tiny hand on the massive bulge of the Admiral's cock, whispered the words, "I'm yours."

Unable to contain his desire, the Admiral swept Evelyn into his arms, passionately kissing her lips with his, running his hands over every inch of her body. Together they stripped his clothes off, exposing a truly beautiful penis, hard and throbbing in its desire for the girl.

The Admiral laid Evelyn upon his desk, and softly stated, "I'll be gentle." He began to swab the tip of his cock up and down the length of her pussy, coating the head with the juices of Evelyn's desire. As small shivers began to run thru Evelyn's entire body, she began to flush in anticipation of the Admiral's entrance. Her tight pussy began to quiver as the Admiral tickled her clit with his cock head, and he placed his thumb inside of her, thrusting it in and out as she began to softly moan. She could feel herself about to explode in passion, when suddenly, the Admiral stopped.

Evelyn's eyes opened and met his, and as he looked at her, he began stroking his perfect cock, slowly working his hand up and down the full length of it. "Take me, take me now." Evelyn whispered. The Admiral nodded, and placed the head of his penis at her opening. He slowly began to slide his majestic cock into her, and as he did so Evelyn exploded in pleasure, never before having felt manhood inside of her, and never wanting to lack for it again. As the full length of his member nestled in her, Evelyn looked at the Admiral, face overcome by pleasure, and said, "I think I made the right choice."

With that, the Admiral began to work his magic. He thrust heavily into Evelyn, ramming his entire cock in and out of her tiny cunt. If Evelyn thought the entrance of this man into her was amazing, she was now overcome by the ferocity of the attack on her flower. The Admiral grunted and moaned as he pounded on Evelyn. "Oh, Evelyn, your tight pussy feels so good wrapped around my hard cock. You feel so good."

Wave after wave of pleasure ran thru Evelyn's body, sensations she didn't know could exist.She began to scream as the feelings built to a peak, sending her into a dizzying orgasm. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! God, your cock!"

This was all the Admiral needed to push him over the edge. With one more frantic thrust, he shot his seed inside of her, his cock spasming as ropes of hot semen flowed within Evelyn. She could feel the pulsing of his cock inside her, which sent her to another dizzying peak. As the Admiral emptied the last of himself into her and collapsed his body onto hers, Evelyn felt the last of her orgasm seep out of her, and her body went limp, unable to support herself anymore.

The Admiral rolled off Evelyn's hot, flushed body, and as she felt his cock slip from her exhausted pussy, Evelyn couldn't help but wonder what other adventures the Admiral might have in store for her.



Evelyn and the Admiral Ch. 02



The rays of the early morning sun poked their thin fingers thru the portal above Evelyn's delicate face. As the shafts of light began dancing upon her eyes, Evelyn stirred and rolled over; her body nestling against that of the Admiral's. Memories of the night before rushed back, and the images and sensations of his perfect penis assailing her tight pussy flooded both her brain and her exhausted cunt, which, though seemingly spent, began to brim once again with the nectar of her passion.

Evelyn reached over the chiseled body of the Admiral and ran her hand over his chest. As her fingers trailed through the coarse hair that covered his body, the Admiral began to stir. He sleepily mumbled, "Good morning, beautiful," and sunk back into his fantasy-soaked sleep, fueled with the thoughts of Evelyn's tight, tiny body impaling itself on his cock.

Evelyn's hand moved down his form, reaching for the member that had given her so much pleasure over the last four weeks. Compared to the previous six, those weeks had been weeks of pure bliss: days spent in the splash of the sun; evenings in the arms of the Admiral.

As her hand reached the already stirring shaft of her man, she found her self still amazed at the power contained in this piece of flesh. The sensations she felt; the depths to which it drove into her never ceased to send the fullest orgasms quivering through her body; driving her to increasing pleasure with each lovemaking session. And she was ready for more.

Her slight fingers danced down the length of his shaft, ever so gently tracing her fingernails down the underside. They found their way to his great, heavy balls and she cupped and softly kneaded these massive wonders. Evelyn began to kiss the Admiral's strong shoulders, and moved her hand to his manhood, which was gaining its full length and hardness. She began slowly running her hand up and down the eight inches of his magnificent penis, and could feel the pangs of anticipation as the spread through her beautiful, swollen cunt.

The Admiral rolled onto his back, breaking out of his fantasies and their eyes met. The passion and desire in his deep, hazel orbs radiated into Evelyn, and she silently swung her body over his; positioning her mound over the head of his cock. 

Moisture dripped from her smooth pussy as she ran the length up and down the head of the Admiral's penis. She could feel his body tense and quiver as he arched his hips to meet hers; yearning for the warmth of her vagina and the embrace of her sex. 

Evelyn could no longer contain the desire that she too could feel melting in her womanhood. Slowly lowering herself onto his stiff pole, she bit her lip trying to contain the rush of mind-numbing pleasure that coursed through her body. She sank down, taking his full length into her and began to slowly pump her hips over his throbbing cock.

By now the Admiral was wide awake, running his rough, sea-worn hands over her sun-kissed skin. His fingers ran circles around her erect nipples, pausing occasionally to gently pluck at them, sending further waves of passion through Evelyn. He slid his hand down her smooth belly, and placed his thumb at the base of his shaft, allowing Evelyn to rub her clitoris as she continued to drive his cock into the depths of her.

The feel of her tight, wet pussy began to take its toll on the Admiral, and he could feel the clenching and stirring of his balls signaling his impending explosion. He began to thrust his hips, matching Evelyn's own gyrations. She began to whimper as her skin flushed with the surges of her own orgasm. 

There was a knock at the door.

'Not now!' shouted the Admiral, his full attention focused on the beautiful woman riding his cock.

A knock again; this time with a frantic, worried voice.

'Admiral, sorry to bother you, but the King's messenger ship has just arrived with urgent news from the King. His ambassador demands to see you. He says it can't wait.'

The Admiral stopped his pumping as Evelyn looked at him with her deep brown eyes, silently pleading with him to continue their love-making. 'Later, my dear. Later I'm at your service.'

Taking Evelyn by the hips, the Admiral slid her body off his still pulsing cock, and placed her on the bed. Quickly dressing, the Admiral said nothing, but locked eyes with Evelyn as he walked out the door.

Evelyn sat on the bed in utter disappointment. To be so close to being fulfilled and to have no release for her passions was not something she was accustomed to. Her dripping pussy still throbbed with desire, and she didn't know if she could wait for the Admiral's return. 

Placing her own fingers on her swollen clitoris, Evelyn began circling the enflamed nub, while thoughts of the Admiral flooded thru her brain. And while the stimulation, helped to maintain the wetness of her pussy, it was a poor substitute for the member of her man.

She glanced around the room, desperately searching for something she could substitute for the length and girth of the Admiral's penis. The man owned nothing. The few candles he had about were burned down to a length that would serve no purpose, and Evelyn was nervous about putting something like a candle inside her, anyway.

She began to look thru the drawers of the Admiral's desk, something she had had to control herself from doing for the last month. She had tried to respect his privacy, but her desire overcame her. As she looked from drawer to drawer, her frustration grew as each turned up empty. As she opened the final drawer, the center drawer containing various writing utensils and assorted sundries, her heart sank as she saw nothing of use. She began to close it, when she noticed a long, thin hardwood box under some sheets of paper. She cleared the box off, and admired the beauty of the wood, its texture glistening with some sort of natural glow.

She carefully withdrew the precious container, and placed it on top of the desk. Placing her naked bottom on the wood of the Admiral's chair, she sat in this place of power and examined the exquisitely crafted piece. It was seamlessly constructed, seemingly having no moving parts, but as Evelyn delicately ran her fingers along the side, she felt a slight break in the texture of the wood. Her fingers pried and caused the box to open, reveling an item of such beauty and cruelty that it took Evelyn's breath away.

It was a knife. But this was no ordinary knife. The blade was made entirely of diamond, and cut in such a way that it spiraled from the hilt as if it were a corkscrew. The point of the blade was of such a fine sharpness that Evelyn shuddered to look at it, knowing that the slightest touch would pierce flesh instantly. The hilt was incredibly smooth; stone of a color previously unknown to her. It could be best described as white, and yet if this was white, all other whites in the world were sick, dinghy shades of grey. Its purity was that of the angels, and Evelyn could only stare in wonder at this sacred treasure.

As she stared, she felt a stirring in her now calm pussy. In her discovery of the box, Evelyn had forgotten her passions, but the sight of this glorious gift stirred her in a way that only the Admiral could.

Tentatively, she reached out to touch the knife. As her fingers touched the stone, she swiftly drew them back. She had expected the cold of rock, and was startled to find that the handle was radiating a slight heat. She once again touched this magic piece, and this time her hand grasped the handle.

The thickness felt perfect in her hand. Not quite the size of the Admiral's member, but comparable. And the smooth surface felt like nothing she had ever held. 

Thoughts raced thru Evelyn's brain. 'Should I? Can I dare debase this sacred object with my basest desires?' But then another thought entered, a thought that seemed to emit from the object itself, 'Give yourself to me. Let me become one with you.' 

Evelyn slowly got up from the chair, and, gingerly holding the knife, made her way over to the bed. As she lay down, her breath grew short as she anticipated the entrance of this magical rock. 

Careful not to cut herself, Evelyn began running the stone over her breasts. Everywhere it touched seemed to leave lingering warmth that swelled thru her and brought physical pleasures that defied her earthly experiences. As she traced circles around her erect nipples, her pussy began to quiver in a delight normally reserved for the entrance of the Admiral's hard cock and she began to quake in the throes of orgasm.

For the second time that day, Evelyn's passions were interrupted. 

'Couldn't wait for me?'

Evelyn opened her eyes to see the Admiral standing above her. In her entrancement with the stone and her impending orgasm, Evelyn had failed to hear the Admiral enter and undress. As she stared at the naked man above her, Evelyn was overtaken by the fear of being caught with this wonder and with the shame of her actions.

The Admiral carefully removed the knife from her hands and walked to the desk, replacing it in the box. He placed the box back in his desk, and withdrawing a key from his coat, which hung on the back of the chair, he locked the drawer. 

Evelyn did not know what to expect. While she had never displeased the Admiral before, she had seen the harshness he was capable of with the men aboard. Would he whip her as he had whipped them? Evelyn could only guess.

Yet when he turned to her, the anger she had anticipated was not in his eyes. Instead, there was a great sadness. The Admiral spoke, 'Such things are not for you at this time. One day they may be yours, but not now.'

'Are you going to punish me, Master?' Evelyn questioned the Admiral with shame in her voice; shame of the sadness she had obviously caused him and shame of the fact that she had disappointed him.

'Again, Evelyn, such things are not for you at this time. It seems that the most appropriate thing for this time is to give you that which you yearn for.'

Only then did Evelyn notice the Admiral's rigid cock, standing straight up and quivering in his desire for her. As he strode toward the bed, Evelyn reached out her hand, yearning to please and win back the favor of this ever generous man. 

As her hand touched his throbbing member, Evelyn looked the Admiral in the eyes, saying, 'How can I please you, Sir? Whatever you want you may take of me.'

Without saying a word, the Admiral flipped Evelyn onto her hands and knees, and positioned himself behind her. As he ran the head of his cock over her still wet love, he broke the silence and whispered, 'All I want is you.'

With that he thrust the entire length of his massive shaft into Evelyn's eager cunt. The sheer force and power of his manhood took Evelyn by storm as her body convulsed in the orgasm that had eluded her all morning. He remained still as the girl's body writhed on his penis, and let her ride out her pleasure.

As she began to descend from her crest, the Admiral began his assault. Pounding her with a fury she had only seen from him once before, the Admiral thrust his rock hard member into her time and time again, stretching her pussy deeper than it had ever been stretched. Evelyn could only cry out with surprise as this man pumped his cock into her, his heavy balls slapping against her pussy with every stroke.

The Admiral quickened his pace, and Evelyn could feel the familiar swelling in the head of his cock as he prepared to fill her with his seed. This expansion within her cunt pushed Evelyn toward another orgasm, an orgasm unlike any she had ever experienced. The ferocity of his attack and the depths to which he was filling her seemed to pull a whole different level of pleasure from her body, and as she felt the first explosions of his orgasm inside her, Evelyn cried out as her own body was overtaken by wave after wave of indescribable passion.

The Admiral collapsed onto the gasping, quivering girl, and they both lay in a heap upon the bed. With each aftershock that coursed through the Admiral's penis, Evelyn enjoyed her own mini-climaxes; each of them slowly decreasing until the pair lay in silence. They lay in each other's arms, the rhythms of their bodies as one, and soaked in the pleasure they had just shared.

Evelyn turned her face to the Admiral, whose eyes were closed. A most serene look consumed his countenance. 'Maybe I should disobey you more often.' She giggled.

The Admiral opened his eyes and searched her soul through hers. With a voice as hard as the cock that had filled her, he said, 'You may want to make that decision after you've received you punishment.'

With that, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep; leaving Evelyn to wonder what pleasures or horrors lay in store for her. 



Evelyn Elects to Remain a Slut



The activities I had this past weekend with Chelsea, Derek and their friends faded as best they could as I went about my normal classes the following week. Being exposed like that to former classmates was as humiliating an experience as I had ever had. The worst part of this experience was knowing that a guy I had thought could be my boyfriend, Derek, had seen me and fucked my ass while I was Chelsea's slave. 

I have learned to bury these feelings and stay focused on my schoolwork and so I went to classes. On Thursday night, Gina and Jason, two of my law school friends, and I went to the Melting Pot for a few drinks and conversation. We were having a good time joking about different professors and their unique foibles when I felt someone place their hands on my shoulders. When I heard her voice in my ear, I flashed back to my most recent abasement.

"Hey, Ev. So good to see you out and about instead of hibernating in the library."

It was Chelsea. My stomach started doing back flips as I felt her hands caressing my hair and threatening to pull it back to reveal my shameful earrings. I grimaced and said hello to her.

"Ev, I was wondering if you could stop by my place when you are finished here. I wanted to continue our conversation that we started this weekend?"

I had feared that Chelsea would want to continue to use me but had foolishly hoped it would not have come so soon. I tried to get out of it.

"Sorry, Chelsea but when we're done here Gina, Jason and I were going to study together."

I saw that both of my friends recognized that I was lying about our plans but being good friends they nodded. 

"Ev, you know I need your advice on what pictures to send to our reunion committee for the newsletter and you did promise to help. I hate to bother you, but I know you want to be involved."

I'd forgotten that Chelsea had photographed our session this past weekend and her veiled reference to the photos was a reminder to me that she was prepared to send those photos of me naked, gagged and blindfolded to all of my old friends further exposing my shameful status. I had no choice.

"I'd forgotten about that Chelsea. Gina? Jason? Maybe we can study later? I do need to go with Chelsea."

They both nodded and I paid my share of the bill and followed Chelsea out to the street where she turned on me and venomously said.

"That's the last time I will give you a warning, slut. When I call you had better come or your life will be front-page news. Am I clear?

"Yes, Chelsea."

The slap to my face was so quick I never saw her hand move until it was too late.

"Yes, Mistress." 

I quickly responded, my hand naturally going to my cheek, which burned like fire.

Quickly fastening a dog collar and leash, she started pulling me down the street. I hurried to keep up with her, hoping no one would notice the leash. Some faces turned and looked at us as we made our way through the city to her place. I could not help but wonder what she had in mind for me. I wasn't particularly the type who liked pleasuring women, though my last moments with Mistress Erica this past weekend excited me. I had no desire to be with a woman but then again my desires no longer mattered not since I was enslaved. 

My fear of what was to come increased as she hauled me up the stairs to her front door. I wanted so much to be inside and not let anyone else see me leashed up like a dog and when Chelsea's door opened I hurried inside. She pulled me into her bedroom and ordered me to strip naked. I did as she asked, knowing any hesitation on my part would only bring pain. 

"Hurry up, slut, our guests will be here shortly and I do so want you to be ready."

For some reason the word "guests" excited me. I feared the arrivals might be our former high school peers, but the possibility that guys might be the guests made me juice.

When I was completely naked I was made to lie down on the bed and as she ordered, I spread my arms out over my head. I felt her tying some sort of rope around my wrists and then she obviously fastened the other end of the rope to the headboard. She left my legs free and I kept them closed trying for whatever privacy I could grab for as long as I could. She left the room and sometime later I heard someone knocking on her door. 

I heard at least two, maybe more. All of them male, they greeted Chelsea as they entered the apartment. I recognized Derek's voice and cringed that I would once again be the slut for him. When no one came to the bedroom I began to become impatient and curious about what was going on and when they would come to me. I felt my pussy become damp and once again my body was deserting me. By the time the group finally came in my body was ready for them, my pussy wanted them, my ass wanted to be used. My mind was not in sync with my body.

At first I did not recognize any of the guys with Derek, but I knew their voices and I did manage to see that Chelsea had brought her damn camera and was prepared to catalogue whatever was to happen.

"Ev, dear, you remember Hector and Jason from last weekend? You may not recall them because, well, because you were masked then. I know you enjoyed their cocks."

Instantly I remembered the voices and now placed them with the three guys who used me last Sunday. I also realized that without the mask they now knew for sure who I was and I knew they would not keep my secret long if at all. The stupid grins they sported told the world they were delighted to see me, Evelyn, the 'good girl' laying naked, tied to the bed, ready to be their sex toy. My pussy clenched in anticipation of what would happen tonight and my mind realized that soon everyone I knew from high school would hear of this.

"I wanted the guys to know who they fucked, Evelyn, and I wanted them to have you again. Tell them what a slut you are Ev, tell them to use you in any way they want!"

I could only nod as I watched them ogling my naked body, staring at my tits and my nipples piercings. My legs were still closed, hiding my pussy, my wet and wanting pussy. Inside I felt another layer of pride evaporate with their stares. 

Chelsea grabbed a belt from her closet and used on my naked tits. Whipping the belt in a high arc and bringing it down on my nipples.

"Aiiiii"

"Tell them, Slut!" Chelsea ordered, as she battered my tits with the belt.

"I am a slut, a total slut. I want all of you to fuck me, cum on me, piss on me, use me again and again. Owwwwww. Please fuck me, use your cock, spank me, twist my tits, yank on my nipples, and make me beg you!"

"That's a good little slut. Come on now Ev, don't be shy, show the boys that sweet wet pussy of yours. Open your legs up, slut."

Knowing it was fruitless to disobey her I spread my legs open.

"Oh my, look at that, boys, her pussy is chained closed. My, my, we will have to do something about that, won't we!"

"Nooooo. Chelsea, Noooo! Mistress Erica is the only one who can take my pussy chain off. Please don't do this." 

I really was afraid to that if the chain was removed, I would suffer from Mistress Erica later.

Derek left the room telling Chelsea that he had the right tool for the job in his trunk. While he was gone Hector played with me. He twisted my nipples, using the rings. Jason inspected my pussy rings and chain, sticking his little finger into the gap. They seemed fascinated to play with their bound pet.

I moaned with both discomfort and pleasure and cringed as the guys laughed. Finally Derek returned and handed Hector the chain cutting tool.

"Chelsea, no, don't do this please, I beg you please. You can fill my ass and mouth, please don't cut my chain off."

"Don't be such a baby, slut. How can we be expected to ignore your cute little pussy?"

Chelsea teased.

Hector quickly cut the chain, and I whimpered with frustration. I could feel the pressure on my labia as he roughly yanked the chain free, releasing my pussy, opening it up for their use.

"Slut Ev, I don't really care for your problems. I promised these guys they could fuck you and they are going to fuck you, slut, for as long as they can get their cocks up. Now shut up and spread those legs, Slut!"

I tried in vain to keep my legs closed but the guys were too strong. They debated for a brief moment before Derek dropped his pants to reveal his hard and ready cock. I was somewhat amazed at how long his cock was and while I wanted to feel it inside me, I was too wrapped up in the fact that these people were raping me. This was not one of my assigned clients, not someone who Mistress entrusted with my pussy. 

Derek crept between my legs and in one quick movement plunged his cock into me. I gasped at how quickly he filled me and how invaded I felt at this rape. I tried to relax as he eased out and then rammed in again, skewering my pussy again and again. He was able to control his cock and he pumped that hard cock in and out of me as fast as he could before finally erupted spewing a load of hot white cum in my pussy.

I hardly had time to catch my breath as Hector and Jason stepped up with their naked cocks. Hector's cock was not as long, but it was fat and I grimaced as he forced that fat cock into my cum filled pussy. I found a way to accommodate that girth as he slowly drove into me again and again. His control was better and I felt my own orgasm starting as he plunged again and again. I was on the verge of cumming myself when Jason knelt over me putting his cock to my lips. I reacted as I had been trained and took his cock into my mouth as Hector continued to plow my pussy.

Trying to keep from choking as his long hard cock forced its way into my throat, I did my best to satisfy both of them as my own orgasm erupted sending waves of bliss through out me. When I felt the cock jerk and fill my mouth I did my best to swallow the load but a good deal of his cum flowed out of my mouth and onto my cheeks. When Hector erupted and filled my pussy with more cum, I was still riding the sensations of my own orgasm.

Surprisingly Hector's cock stayed hard and he lifted both of my legs, spreading them as he did so then took aim at my asshole. The shock of being penetrated in my ass kept my orgasm rolling and I easily accommodated his fat cock in my ass. The two other guys had started on my tits and they were twisting the nipple rings back and forth while pulling them hard. I cried out with pain as they continued to yank and twist as Hector filled my ass with his fat hard cock.

For the rest of the evening I was used by all of the guys. They pulled and played with all the rings, twisting, laughing when I begged for mercy, suggesting where else I should be pierced, suggesting tats or even a branding, but Chelsea said that she could not do this without permission from Mistress Erica. To hear them talk about me, as though I was an animal, and to think that Derek could never respect me was devastating.

As a finale they positioned me so that I was able to sit on Jason's cock, allowing it to fill my ass, while Hector used his cock to fill my pussy. Then Derek filled my mouth with his hard cock and all three began to fuck the hole they were in. I could not stop my body from erupting as each cock found a rhythm. The cock in my mouth constantly found my throat making me gag with each thrust and my ass was pummeled while my pussy clamped tight on the cock pumping in and out of my soaked cum filled pussy. Chelsea cheered them on. Later she and Derek fucked like lovers. Watching Derek give Chelsea his beautiful cock annoyed me. I still had feelings for him and seeing him fill Chelsea's cunt was hard to swallow. 

Chelsea allowed me to put my slacks and blouse back on, but gave my bra and panties to Hector and Jason as mementos of the evening. By the time I got back home, I realized that my pants were wet in the crotch as cum oozed out of my holes as I walked home. I wondered how many people had seen the wet spots on my crotch and I allowed the shame to fill me. It wasn't until I had showered and crept into bed, my own fingers playing with my well-fucked pussy, that I remembered I was unchained. I came on my hands, thinking about what Mistress Erica's reaction would be when she discovered my open pussy. I came again thinking of how I was to be punished.

The next day I panicked when Mistress Erica called and demanded my presence. I was afraid of what was surely to be a painful time, but I also felt shame because in some ways I knew that Mistress would also be disappointed in me. I dressed as is typical for a session with Mistress. Very short skirt, no panties. Shear silk blouse with no bra. Matching 4-inch heels with no hose. Looking in the mirror before leaving for Mistress' I toyed with my nipples, bringing them to full erection, allowing them to tent the front of my blouse. Dreading this meeting, I left my apartment.

Anna opened the door and asked for my clothes. Fumbling with fear, I stripped naked, handing her my clothes and shoes. A leash and collar were fastened to my neck and without a word I was pulled into Mistress' house. Silently I was led through the house and taken to Mistress' playroom. I felt my body being pushed down on a hard cold table and my arms being locked to the sides. Cold steel cuffs were fastened to my ankles and my legs were hoisted up and to the sides, painfully, till my pussy and ass were stretched open. Then I was again left alone. 

It seemed like hours before I saw Mistress in front of me. She was dressed in a dark red corset that allowed her tits to sit free and while she had on red stockings her shaved pussy was also on display. Standing in 5-inch heeled red boots she looked the classic image of a dominatrix. When I finally focused on her face I found her to be unreadable, stoically staring at me without emotion. 

"Evelyn, why have you decided to disobey me? Where is your chain and where is your tongue stud?"

I stuttered and mumbled not knowing how to tell Mistress and finally I told her the whole story. I told her about Chelsea and how she had taken me after class yesterday, that I had no chance to replace my tongue stud. And how she had invited over the guys and how they had taken me, cut the chain and then raped me the previous night. I was close to tears by the time I finished and when Mistress remained quiet I felt pure fear consuming my body.

"Why, Evelyn, did you allow this to happen?"

Too stunned to respond I just shook my head.

"Evelyn, you were sold by your parents to Mai Lyn and I assumed your debt when she was killed. You are my slut and no one uses you without my permission. As my property you must always forgo your own desires and only serve your Mistress. Do you understand?"

I realized that Mistress was telling me that the pictures Chelsea threatened me with were insufficient to allow someone to use me without her permission. I nodded weakly.

"You need to realize that your status with me is decided and it only matters what I do. In the future, there will be no more Chelsea unless I send you to her and that will be very unlikely, especially since she has felt it ok to steal from me."

The fury in Mistress' eyes overwhelmed me and I begged her to forgive me.

"You are either my slut or not and I think you need to decide what it is you are."

Then Mistress told me that although I had a debt to repay her, being a slut was not my only choice. She told me she also ran a stable of street whores and if being a pleasure slut for Mistress was too embarrassing for me that I could work the streets of the Tenderloin district on weekends, turning tricks for tourists and drug addicts. She then left me to think about what I would prefer.

Returning a few hours later, I was anxious to give her my answer. I could never sell my body on the streets and I also knew that I wanted to be with Mistress. I said, "Please, Mistress, allow this worthless girl to be your slut."

For the first time that night Mistress gave a hint of a smile and nodded. 

She then said, "You will spend the weekend here slut and we will continue your training. First you must be punished and then we will replace your chain. Is this still your desire? To be my slut?"

"Yes, Mistress, please? I promise I will be a good slut and work hard to please you and your clients."

Mistress then picked up a very narrow slat of wood and began to systematically apply it to my body. I jumped each time it landed and soon my legs and belly were covered in red stripes. I did my best to remain quiet, yelping occasionally when Mistress hit a tender spot but I did not scream. I easily converted the pain to pleasure and felt the rumblings of an orgasm. As I felt the orgasm begin to crest, Mistress stopped.

"You were not given permission to cum, slut. Stop now!"

"Yes, Mistress!"

I nearly screamed and did my best to hold back the wave that wanted to fill my body. When she saw that I had regained control she began again. She stopped each time I reached the point of cumming. It was getting harder and harder to hold back, I wanted to cum so much. I could not ask, no I had to remain her slut and wait for her permission.

"Are you feeling the pain and the pleasure, slut?"

"Yes, Mistressssssssss!"

I had a hard time forming coherent words but I nodded along with my stammering and Mistress used her long fingernails on my throbbing clit. 

When I felt I could not hold back I begged, "Oh pleaseeeeeee Mistresssss I neeeeedddd to cummmmmm."

"Not yet, slut!"

As she resumed her spanking of me, I quickly rose to the brink and this time I could not stop and I came. My whole body shook as I released all the energy stored up in my pussy and I just let go.

"Slut, you were to wait for my permission. You need so much training, but enough for now, we need to add some marks to you to remind you who owns your body."

I was delirious, enjoying the release of my sex, that I paid little attention to her until with my arms secured so that my hands were palm up I noticed that a man was working to tattoo my right wrist. I ignored the discomfort of the needle and tilted my head up to see what he was doing. In bright red ink he was putting a small Chinese character on my wrist! When he finished with that wrist he did the other one, and now I knew it was the two-characters used for "slut!" I could not believe that I was now marked like this and that my wrists would now tell the world what I was. I know I begged Mistress to be her slut, but unless I used makeup, I could not hide these tattoos.

I spent most of Friday night and all day Saturday being stimulated and then stopped. At times I was spanked, at other time Jesse and Anna licked my pussy and my tits. Anna was very good a softly licking one nipple while ruthlessly yanking and twisting the other. I got better at controlling my orgasm and by Sunday I was able to wait for Mistress's permission. Late Sunday afternoon just before Mistress sent me home, she again had me strapped naked in the chair. My legs were spread and my pussy was unchained and opened for her to see. She started by placing a soft metal band on my upper thighs. The band clung tight to my thigh and I could see that it was imprinted with the words: "This slut belongs to Mistress Erica."

I was released from my bonds and made to stand with my legs only slightly apart as Mistress then attached a separate chain from my labia to the thigh bands. The effect was to stretch my labia and put a constant pressure on my pussy.

"This will remind you of your pussy and who it belongs to, slut. No one will see this unless you allow it. It will be a bit difficult for you to walk for a day or so, but the body adjusts. Needless to say, no panties or thong are possible, so you will have to be careful at school. From time to time I may send either Jesse or Anna to make sure you are keeping your pussy uncovered.

"The effect of these chains will be to reduce the length of your stride and to encourage you to waggle your ass as you walk."




Evelyn Elects to Remain a Slut



"Yes, Mistress." 

I moaned, realizing how little remained in my control.

"Now dress and go home, slut. You will be back here soon enough."

It was very difficult to walk and each step brought my pussy to my mind. It was not all that painful; it was more of a nagging pull. The labia were being pulled apart and movement only accented that stress. Only keeping my legs closed eased the pressure. It was a message I was meant to feel all day. 

Just before I left Mistress said, "Oh, and don't worry about this Chelsea. I will take care of her."

With that last comment I was taken home. I showered and tried to study, but I could not forget my pussy, the chains were a constant reminder and the pressure on my labia was always on my mind. Finding no ability to concentrate, I slid my hand between my legs and stroked my clit. I found that I enjoyed controlling my orgasm and did so that night, holding off my orgasm as I masturbated into the late hours. When I finally came, I easily slid off to sleep. I wondered what Mistress meant by her taking care of Chelsea. That thought failed to keep me awake and I slept.

On Wednesday night I received a text that summoned to Mistress's house and I dressed accordingly and arrived on time. When the door opened, I had stripped and handed my clothes to Anna, allowed myself to collared and leashed and followed her to a small room. In the room was a window that looked out to Mistress' playroom and I saw she had another naked girl on her table. I could see the side of her head and recognized the earrings placed in her earlobes. She too was a slut slave and I wondered why I was being allowed to watch this. As the girl's labia was being pieced, she screamed and lifted her head and I knew now what Mistress meant by taking care of Chelsea.

I heard Anna walk away and leave me alone in the room and I watched Chelsea being marked. I heard someone enter and as I turned to look I heard Mistress.

"Don't turn slut. Watch your friend."

I remained facing the two-way glass watching as the man continued to pierce Chelsea's labia. I felt Mistress come up behind me.

"Put you hands on the glass and spread your legs, slut!"

As I moved into position Mistress slid one hand under my left arm and cupped my tit while her other hand came around my belly and probed my cunt.

"Slut, your cunt is wet! Does watching your friend turn you on?"

I had not realized my condition and I hesitated before saying.

"No, Mistress! It is only for you that I get turned on."

"Aiiiiiiiiiiiii"

Mistress had grabbed the nipple piercing on my left tit and yanked and twisted it as her mouth leaned into my ear.

"Do not lie to me slut. I am not so stupid as to not see a simple slut when she is trying to make her Mistress feel good. Now answer me slut!"

She released my nipple and I stammered.

"I did not realize, Mistress, how much seeing Chelsea this way turned me on. Maybe I feel some revenge for what she has done to me."

"Oh, my slut. You of all should know it is a nasty thing to steal from Mistress."

As Mistress spoke into my ear I felt myself getting more and more turned on. Her hands playing with my tit and pussy and watching Chelsea scream as she was pierced was wonderful.

"Cum for me slut, cum on my hand. Now!"

My body reacted to Mistress words and my legs went weak with the release of my orgasm. I realized that even though I sometimes still felt independent, my body was obeying Mistress.



Evelyn is Given a Rose



When I returned from Mistress's house that night, having watched as my old classmate and once friend Chelsea was pierced and tattooed for her unauthorized use of my body, I went to my closet and took out the sex toys I had stored. I had not used any of these since those first weeks with Mistress Mai Lyn. At that time I was trying to understand my desire for pain and how it magnified my orgasms. Seeing Mistress using Chelsea in the same ways Mai Lyn had originally used me brought back those memories.

I set each of the toys out on my bed and then took off the few clothes I was allowed to wear and sat down. I selected the breast clamp first and after attaching the clamps to my nipple rings opened the vise to pull and stretch my nipples taught. Once that was tight enough to stay in place, but not sufficient to cause me any real pain, I lubed up my butt plug and spreading my legs wide forced that monster into my ass. Fortunately I had been fucked in my ass fairly recently and I was able to insert this monster with just a little difficulty. I gasped when it finally slid into place and was breathing rather hard while I adjusted to the immense pressure and pain of the plug. 

Once I had accommodated that device in my ass I grabbed a large black vibrating dildo and lay back down on my bed. Using one hand to further open the vise, stretching my tits far enough to bring pain to my now elongated nipples, I took the vibrating black cock and started to insert it into my now wet pussy.

Once I had a rhythm established I began to lift my hips into the invading dildo allowing it to completely fill me. As I relaxed my hips back down to the bed I could feel the plug in my ass wedge itself deeper. Turning the vise some more, the pain in my ass from the plug was superseded by the electric shocks emanating from my nipples. I began to convulse in a magnificent orgasm. My hand continued to ram the black vibrator into my sopping pussy as I writhed on the bed. I moaned aloud as the orgasm took control and my legs shook as wave after wave battered me. 

I stayed that way for a long time relishing the memories before slowing undoing the breast vise, removing the sticky wet vibrator and finally pulling the plug from my ass. I was sated and tired and leaving the toys on the floor I got under the covers, put both hands between my legs and thought of Mistress and Chelsea as I toyed with my sticky pussy and fell asleep.

The following morning as I exited my apartment I met Jesse on the street. She pulled my skirt up revealing my naked pussy. If I thought I had any privacy, this reminded me that I did not, that I was owned by my Mistress, totally.

"Mistress told you we would check on you, Evelyn. I'm glad to see you are obeying her command not to wear any panties. Now enjoy your day, I am sure I will see you again soon."

It happened so fast and was over before I could react and so I went about my business. Twice more that day I was forced to show either Jesse or Anna my naked pussy. I realized that Mistress was going to test me. Given my history I could hardly blame her but each time my skirt was up I nervously looked to see who might see. That night recalling the exposures led me to masturbate furiously the moment I got back to my apartment. My sleep was delayed too, as I once again battered my clit, cumming hard and soaking my hand. The only confusion I had was why when I masturbated I saw either Mistress or Chelsea and not one of the guys I had my eyes on.

Friday night I was back at Mistress', once again stripped at the door, collared and led to the playroom. It was almost a ritual but tonight there was a difference. Chained already to the wall was Chelsea. Looking at her as she hung her head I saw she had similar earrings, her nipples were pierced identical to mine and knowing her labia had been pierced I bent over and saw that her pussy was chained closed as mine had been.

"Looking over the slut you made me become, Ev?"

Chelsea's words were delivered with venomous hate. She obviously blamed me for her enslavement. She was the type who always blamed someone else for anything that did not go according to how she wanted it to go.

"I tried to tell you not to cut my pussy chain. I warned you about Mistress. You can't blame this on me. You stole from her."

"Enough! The two of you be quiet."

It was Mistress who had spoken those words and I quickly knelt down for her. I had decided to be as submissive as I could. I wasn't sure why I had made that decision. I knew that I could not endure a life as a street whore and that remaining her pleasure slut was far the better option. I think at that time I was afraid to admit to myself that I had strong feelings for Mistress, feelings I found repugnant about any other woman. 

Mistress directed Jesse and Anna in chaining Chelsea and I so that our arms were cuffed in a tee fashion and our ankles were chained together, my right ankle to her left and my left to her right. We were seated facing one another and our legs were pulled out so that out bodies faced on another. A chain was attached from my left nipple to her right one and my right to her left. After unchaining Chelsea's pussy a long double-ended dildo was placed between us so that each end was in our pussies. Lastly another long double-ended dildo was placed in our mouths. Because of the chain between our nipples our movements were limited. If we moved towards one another we'd force the dildos deeper into our mouths, if we moved back the dildo in our cunts would insert itself and the chain on our nipples would pull tighter sending shooting pains through our chests.

"I will not tolerate any arguing so you two need to come to an accommodation. You can find a happy medium chained this way or you can do your best to give pain to one another. I expect that you two will at some point put your past behind you."

As she left the room, Jesse and Anna started to whip each of us from behind. Each lash would cause either Chelsea or I to react either pulling back or jumping forward. With the dildo in my mouth I felt like I was sucking Chelsea's cock and it would make me pull back thus inflicting pain in my tits. It took us awhile to minimize our movements but just when I found that ability the lashes to my backside sent spasms of pleasure through me initiating an orgasm that had me rocking in my chains. I gathered that Chelsea had not learned to convert the pain to pleasure and so while I was enjoying the effects of my orgasm, I was inflicting pain and humiliation on her. That thought only magnified my orgasm.

Eventually the whipping stopped and we found a common ground between us. Then we were unchained and Jesse took Chelsea and Anna took me. I was taken to the spa room I was accustomed to and bathed, massaged and oiled. I assumed I was being prepared for one of Mistress's clients. I allowed myself to enjoy this treatment and did not focus on what I might be required to do later or how that might embarrass or shame me. 

Once I had been massaged and completely oiled I was told to remain on the bed while my arms were once again restrained. I nervously worried that some other mark would be applied since this was a familiar action. Mistress had threatened to pierce my nose and I did not think I could endure the shame of that. My stomach churned as Anna approached me with some small devices in her hands.

She removed my nipple rings from the bar pierced through the nipple and placed a glass tube over my nipples. Rubber hoses ran from the tops of these tubes and before I knew it suction pulled the two tubes tight to my chest. The suction increased until my nipples were painfully extended to beyond a comfortable length. The pain was bad but not uncontrollable. After a few minutes the suction increased again pulling my tortured nipples even further and I cold not hold back as I screamed and begged her to stop the pain.

I quickly slammed my mouth shut and did my best to endure. When once again the level of suction increased pulling my nipples even further I was sure they were ready to pop off. I swallowed the pain but could not stay quiet completely and I whimpered into my closed mouth and my head rocked from side to side. Then Anna left me. I was alone and my nipples were screaming at me. I tried to release my hands and shake my body. Anything to rid my tits of the pain, but failed. 

"OK, were done now."

It was Anna coming in and turning off the suction. While the pain left immediately my nipples remained elongated and when Anna returned the rings to the bars the length of my nipple kept the bar from laying flat on my areole. My nipples were hard and much longer then they had been. Anna then placed a stiff rubber collar on my nipples, squeezing them and forcing the tip of my nipple to swell and turn a deep red, almost crimson color. The collar was of a similar color to my nipple and was evidently intended to keep them elongated.

"It's not completely permanent, Ev. The machine, if used over time will eventually keep your nipple stretched without the collars but this first session will slowly fade. Not completely, maybe 75%. If Mistress continues then..."

The words "First time" and "if Mistress continues" rattled my brain as I stared at my much longer nipples. The pain was, I finally admitted, tolerable, but I wasn't sure the longer nipples were a good thing. Already my always hard and pierced nipples embarrassed me when I went out, popping through my blouse and catching the eyes of the guys and some girls as I walked passed. Anna busied herself slipping a short pink dress over my shoulders and brushing out my hair. I could see in the mirror that the dress was made of such a lightweight silky material that my new longer nipples were embarrassingly poking out. The dress was otherwise opaque but short. Anna slipped a pair of matching six-inch heels on my feet and helped me adjust to the severe height. Walking awkwardly at first I soon managed to control my gait and followed Anna as she led me out of the spa. Because my labia were still chained to my thigh bands, the heels further exaggerated my already adjusted gait. My shortened step and the need to keep my legs closer together then normal had my ass swinging as I followed Anna.

I was taken to Mistress who took a few minutes to look me over.

"Perfect."

She announced as she flicked my tender elongated nipples through the flimsy material.

"I think I like the way they poke out. Anna you will keep her on the stretcher for a while longer next time."

Swallowing the 'next time' comment and still wondering about my fate for the night or weekend made my pussy dampen as I stood before my Mistress awaiting my fate.

"Is the other slut ready yet, Anna?"

I assumed she meant Chelsea and my guess proved correct when Jesse led a similarly attired Chelsea into the room. I could see that her nipples were also fighting to poke from her pale blue dress and her step was also a bit unsure from her heels as well. Whatever happened this evening I just hoped that it did not require me to be with Chelsea. 

"Sluts! You are to be given to clients this evening and I expect you will behave as perfect pleasure sluts and not embarrass me. However, should you fail to make my clients happy you will... well you know what happens to sluts who displease me, don't you?'

"Yes, Mistress!" I whispered.

"Yes, Mistress," Chelsea replied in an emotionless voice. I wondered how she would handle being used as she used me. I found that the thought of her enduring a submissive role elated me and a small smile crept to my lips. Anna then led me from the room and to a waiting car on the street. As the car moved off down the street I wondered where I was going and where Chelsea would end up. I shortly arrived at a large home situated on the bay. It was a little cool out here with the breeze coming in from the water and I shivered as I was deposited at the door. I stood waiting for it to open after my driver had pushed the bell and then left me.

I was slightly surprised when an older woman opened the door. I stood quietly looking at her, noticing she was a few inches tall then I was, well proportioned with large but not huge breasts and longish brunette hair. She was more then pretty; she was elegant and matched the house. 

"Yes, who are you?" she asked with a stern voice.

"I'm Evelyn. Mistress Erica had me sent here."

She was quiet for a moment.

"Tell me, Evelyn, why are you here, what is it that you are to do. Be honest with me."

For reasons I cannot yet understand I was hesitant to reveal myself as a slut, a slave. I stammered.

"I'ii dddoo wwwhhatever I am required to do."

She reached down to me and grabbed my left nipple and twisted it sharply making me gasp.

"The truth, Evelyn!"

She did not let go of my nipple. In fact, she twisted it even further and I hurriedly said.

"I am a slut slave for Mistress Erica and I am here to be your slut."

Her hand released my nipple and without hesitation slapped me hard across my face.

"If there is a future for you, slut, you will never again fail to answer my questions quickly and completely. Is that clear, Slut?"

"Yes," I whimpered and then felt the sting of her hand again.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well, you are not what I am used to seeing. Your tits are small and you look like a child, but I suppose Erica knows what she is doing. Remove that dress, slut, and leave it on the floor then follow me. I need to get you ready. You may call me Mistress Valerie."

I allowed my dress to slip from my shoulders and puddle on the floor at my feet. I removed my shoes too and followed this woman through her home. I noticed as I walked how rich and well decorated the place was and assumed it's owner, this woman, was very wealthy.

She took me into a room and busied herself looking through drawers, finally selecting some items and turned to me. She placed a latex hood over my head, making sure to capture my hair inside the hood. The face was opened like a diver's wet suit and my ears protruded through openings on the side. I realized that my slut slave earrings would be prominently on display. Next she had me hold my arms folded behind my head and they were wrapped in another piece of latex then fastened with straps to my neck, immobilizing my arms and forcing my tits to stretch up. 

She then put a latex bra on my tits with cutouts so that my nipples and areole were visible then she stretched the straps tightly pushing my areole and nipples further out, somewhat painfully especially with the nipple extensions I had succumbed to earlier at Mistress'. Then she had me sit on the bed and placed a bar between my knees affixing them with straps to keep it in place. This device was made with hinges that would allow me to go up and down stairs or to kneel if required but it would keep my legs and pussy open at all times. Lastly she placed a pair of six-inch heels on my feet and gestured for me to stand. She ushered me in front of a full-length mirror and we both studied my appearance.

I was horrified. The black latex outfit made my nipples and face stand out and my ears look like elephant ears. The hood made me look bald and magnified my ears and face. She looked me over and proclaimed.

"You'll do, I did my best, but you will be satisfactory."

Attaching a collar and leash she then led me out of the room. It was hard enough to walk in the heels with the spreader bar and I stumbled a lot at first, finally finding some balance as she led me down a set of stairs before pulling me into a large room. In the center of the room was a round table filled mostly with men drinking and laughing while playing cards. I gasped in surprise to see that the woman at the table playing cards with the men was Mistress Erica. I almost did not hear Mistress Valerie when she said.

"I will leave you here, slut, you are to satisfy our guests in whatever way they desire. Do not be a fool like earlier and you may find your dress when you leave later."

I stood and silently waited for my instructions. Knowing that Mistress Erica was one of the guests puzzled me. Deep down I was pleased that Mistress Valerie had left and was hoping I would be able to satisfy my Mistress. I had some concerns that Chelsea was replacing me in Mistress' life. I heard.

"Get over here slut!"

One of the men had called and I moved as fast as I could in these heels and with the spreader bar to his side.

"Yes, Master!"

He looked me over and had me turn around completely. I felt my shame as I was so coarsely examined. Finally he spoke.

"Slut I want you to suck me off. The cards have been unkind to me so I need a break."

He unzipped his fly and wrestled his semi-erect cock from his pants. Since my arms were secured behind my head I had two choices, I could kneel down and take his cock or I could just bend over. I guess that my Mistress would expect me to bend over, thereby putting both my pussy and asshole on display so I slowly bent from the waist till my lips began to envelop his hardening cock. I began to slide up and down his ever hardening shaft, moving slowly and using my studded tongue to stimulate him. I was swaying my ass as I did this, trying to be as lewd and sexy as possible.

I was enjoying the rough texture of his hard cock as it filled my mouth when I felt his hands clasp my head and pull it down hard, spearing his rock hard cock all the way into my throat. I gagged and panicked when I could not breathe. It seemed an eternity before he used my exposed ears to lift my head back up off his cock. Saliva ran from my mouth as his cock popped out momentarily and then using my ears he pulled my head back down, impaling his cock in my mouth. This time when he forced it into my throat I controlled my gag reflex as he pushed his cock deeper in my throat.

I was into this act completely, really getting into sucking this stranger's cock, feeling my own sex heating up as I thought of the others watching me take this hard hot cock in my mouth. When I suddenly felt pressure on my asshole it took me a moment or two to understand that one of the others was working his cock into my ass. Although startled by the surprising action, my ass easily accommodated his cock and soon I was pushing my ass back into him as he plumbed the depths of my asshole while the cock in my mouth wore a path through my throat.

I felt the cock in my mouth stiffen and jerk and knew that he was ready to cum. I pulled off his cock and said, "Please, Sir, may this slut be allowed to swallow your hot white cum?"

He smiled as I took his cock back into my mouth and when the first jets of his ejaculate hit the back of my throat he said, "You may swallow slut but first hold it in your mouth and let us all see it."

I did my best to do as he asked but there was so much cum that some of it spilled out of the corners of my mouth and ran down my cheeks before dropping to the floor. The cock in my ass was now pumping in and out of me faster and I knew he would soon fill my backdoor with his seed. I allowed the softening cock in my mouth to slide out and held my head up as much as I could and opened my mouth to show the pool of slimy white cum resting there. After holding my head and mouth like this for a few moments I was told to swallow and I did. I tried to smile as the salty and now cooling mixture poured down my throat.

Then the cock in my ass spewed its load and my ever-dampening pussy began to leak its juices down my thighs.

"See, Kevin, what I nice slut I have brought to our party."

Mistress was pleased with my behavior and bragging about me to the host, a man she called Kevin, who was sitting at the end of the table opposite Mistress.

"Erica, you always seem to have good sluts and we appreciate your sharing them with us on poker night. Now, let's play cards."




Evelyn is Given a Rose



As the game resumed I knelt there waiting for someone to demand a piece of my body. It wasn't long before one of the men, a large older Asian man waved me over to his chair.

"If it won't disturb your game, I intend to fuck this slut's pussy for a while."

I heard murmurs of assent as the Asian bent me over and put my head on the poker table. From this position I could not help but look into the faces of the men facing me on the other side of the table. I wanted to just close my eyes but I knew that they wanted to see my eyes as I was fucked. I hoped that this would also be what Mistress would want and I kept my eyes open and the Asian rammed his cock into my pussy, fucking me so fast and hard that my head was bouncing on the table. I was already wet and excited from the earlier acts and I think knowing that Mistress was here and judging me I easily fell into the Asians rhythm, pushing my ass back as he rammed forward. I was starting to enjoy his rapid pace when he suddenly erupted, filling my pussy with his cum. As quick as he had fucked me, he was even quicker yanking me from the table and onto the floor so he could resume his game. I suddenly felt totally used and totally worthless.

Struggling to get back on my feet I heard Mistress say, "While you're down there, slut, crawl under the table and come satisfy my pussy."

I was again excited and rushed as best as I could to the spot under the table where Mistress sat. She had splayed her legs open to reveal her shaved pussy to me and although difficult with my arms bunched behind my head I managed to plant my face on her wet hot pussy and run my stiffened tongue up and down her slit. Her taste was delightful and I savored her as I worked on her now hard clit before plunging my tongue into her moist hot tunnel. Lost in my delight I continued to lick, suck and nibble on Mistress's pussy, oblivious to everything else happening in the room. I did not realize or consider that the table was glass and that my actions between my Mistress legs were delighting everyone at the table, too. When Mistress lowered her hand and used it to push my head deep into her crotch, my own pussy hummed. When Mistress body began to squirm under my tongue, my legs twitched in anticipation of my own orgasm. Mistress' pussy jerked forward into my face and her juices filled mouth. I swallowed her delightful nectar as my own pussy erupted spewing my juices as I lapped hers.

I was listless on my knees, my head in Mistress's crotch and I heard, "Well Erica, if you cards are good enough it should be no problem for you."

"Kevin, she's worth more then the bet and you know it. Just take my IOU!"

"Tell you what, tell me what she's worth and I'll raise the bet accordingly."

"Five hundred thou."

"That's a lot for someone you complain about, isn't it Erica? Tell you what, I'll agree to Three Fifty and if you lose I will give you another Fifty. Of course, if you're just bluffing you can always fold."

"Deal."

I guess they ended the game because I fell forward onto my face as Mistress stood up and left the room to chuckles and good-natured cheers from the other players. I heard the one named Kevin pick up the phone and speak to someone, asking someone to come get the slut and knew that I was being sent home. Soon Mistress Valerie came and helped me stand, then took me, again collared and leashed, back through the house. When she took me into a room and closed the door, I remembered that I was wearing the house's outfit and figured Mistress Valerie was going to take them back. She did just that, undoing the various belts and letting my arms and legs have some relief. Soon I was naked and she pointed to a waist high bar in the center of the room, motioning me to lean against it. She then grabbed my arms and pulled me so I was bent over the bar and attached chains to my wrists. The she took one ankle and pulled it out, chaining it, then pulling my other ankle, she chained my legs wide apart. With the labia chains still attached to my thigh bands, lightning bolts of pain shot through my cum soaked pussy. Finished with me, she left me there, spread open and bent over the bar, turning the lights off as she left.

I gradually accustomed myself to the pain from my spread labia and waited in the dark for whatever was to come next. I was reliving the evening and felt that I had impressed Mistress Erica and if she were going to dump a slut, then Chelsea would surely be sent somewhere. Heck, even if she kept Chelsea I would be the favorite. I happily continued to think things would be great, though even now I wondered why, given my lack of desire for sex with women, my fascination with Mistress continued.

Sometime later I heard the door open and someone entered the room. I felt someone moving behind me but in the dark I could not tell who. As the body pressed against me I recognized that it was a man who was pressing up against my ass. He remained quiet and so did I. His hands snaked around to cup my tits and he began to gently caress them, slowly increasing his grip until he was squeezing and pulling my tits hard. I whimpered at the pain but otherwise kept as quiet as I could. 

Releasing me tits his hands found my nipples and his fingers ripped the nipple bands that Anna had placed there earlier. The sudden surge of blood through my nipple forced me to moan aloud.

"Ahhhhh"

He then grabbed my nipple and began to pull, twist and pinch them making me stifle another moan as I easily converted this to pleasure. I started to rock my ass back into him as he twisted and pulled my nipples and I felt his breath as he leaned into my ear and whispered.

"You will not cum, slut."

I nodded but continued to move against him, feeling his cock harden as I did so. I began to want him in me. I was hot and doing my best to hold my orgasm as ordered but I could not stop thinking about that hard cock now pressed into my ass crack and wanting it inside me, filling me.

One of his hands drifted down between my legs and found my hard wet clit. He pinched and twisted that little nub and found it harder and harder to hold back my orgasm. I whimpered, "Please Master!"

He ignored me and slipped a finger into my wet pussy. He started to finger fuck me and I was losing it. I began to push back harder into his cock and blurted out, "Please Master, fuck your slut. Please!"

He only increased the speed of his finger as it fucked my sopping wet pussy. He added one then two more fingers but I wanted more and I wiggled my ass against his now rock hard cock hoping to lure him into me.

I was slobbering now, knowing that I was going to cum no matter how hard I tried to hold back and knowing I would disappoint this Master. I was on the verge of breaking when he leaned into my ear and whispered.

"Cum now slut, cum for your Master. Cum on my hand slut."

The release was instantaneous and I gushed over his hand as my orgasm took hold and made me its prisoner. He took his pussy soaked hand and held it to my lips and whispered, "Lick it clean slut."

I obeyed and tasted my own emissions as I licked his hand clean. I continued to rock my ass into his cock and my desire for him continued to grow. I wanted him to fuck me now, to let me bring his release, to let his cum fill my pussy. He again leaned down and whispered, "You are my slut now. Your Mistress lost you in a game of poker and I won. Your true slut training begins tomorrow morning."

He walked out of the room leaving me how he found me, just so much more horny and in need then when he came in.

Sometime later Mistress Valerie returned and released me from my bonds, but used a waist belt to lock my arms to my side.

She pointed to a bed and bath that were for me and then said, "You are not to cum, slut. But you may rest and use the bathroom. Someone will fetch you in the morning to begin your training."

As she left me alone she closed and locked the door. My pussy was begging for my fingers and I so need to feel something inside me. I paced my room but soon gave up and readied myself as best as I could, then lay in my bed.

In those moments before my exhaustion took over I replayed the latest. I was lost in a poker game and now someone named Kevin was to be my Master. My desire for Mistress was foolish, as she had no problem losing me on a bet. I refused to become jealous, now that Chelsea had Mistress, but a tear fell from my eyes as I accepted the fact that I did not have a Mistress to challenge my submissive nature.

Sometime later I felt something flick against my clit and soon the constant motion down there had me excited. I opened my eyes and was surprised to see that Chelsea had her head buried between my legs, furiously licking my now damp pussy. I looked again and standing behind her was Mistress Erica and she seemed to be fucking Chelsea with a strap on. I was thrilled to be back with Mistress and allowed my body to accept Chelsea's ministrations and was soon feeling the beginnings of an orgasm. Suddenly my head was covered with a torrent of cold water and I sputtered and tried to sit up. My arms were stuck to my sides and all I could do was lift my shoulders and head. No one was between my legs and both Mistress and Chelsea had disappeared.

"Get your ass out of bed, slut."

Looking to my right I saw Mistress Valerie standing with an empty bucket. She was glowering at me and I knew I had better do as I was told. I struggled without the aid of my arms to get up and stumbled to my feet. No sooner was I erect then Mistress grabbed me by my hair and pulled me into her face.

"The rules, slut. You are here because your Mistress lost you in a poker game, which in my mind makes you fairly worthless. Yet my Master thinks you can be made into his slut and has tasked me to accomplish this miracle."

She had not released my hair and the pain was running riot through my still fogged mind, but I listened with shame to her remarks. 

"You will keep that mouth of your shut unless I or Master asks you something. You will only say 'Yes, Mistress or Yes, Master.' If I have reason to discipline you then you will add 'Thank you, Mistress or Thank You, Master.' Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

My voice cracked as I uttered what would be the only words I was allowed to use while I was here. Fear permeated me as I tried to fathom how rigorous this woman would be. She obviously did not seem to like me nor did she think I was capable. I told myself to be sharp and listen, to do as I was told and to obey. My journey had taken another turn and I knew that having lived through Mistresses Mai Lynn and Erica, I could adapt to another, but I had never had a Master and the unknown was attacking what little confidence Mistress Valerie had left me.

I was pushed into the bathroom after my arm restraints were removed and Mistress followed me, watching as I did my morning routine. 

"I will be with you all day and I warn you not to touch yourself. Now shower and clean off that stench of old sex."

I moved as quickly as I could, brushing my teeth, using the toilet, and then showering all under her stern gaze. Once I was out of the shower and dried, Mistress fixed a collar around my neck. It was a broad collar, made of some sort of metal and clamped tightly around my throat. Into a ring welded to the side she hooked a leash and immediately dragged me naked back into the bedroom and pushed me down on the bed.

"Sit up, slut."

"Yes, Mistress."

At least I remembered my response. A man walked into the room with a package and Mistress had him kneel in front of me. He busied himself looking at the thigh bands that held the chains attached to my labia and reached into his bag and pulled out some sort of tool. He then disconnected the chains and cut the bands off my thighs. Before I could enjoy the sensation of having been rid of them he started to put new bands on my thighs. I cringed as I saw they were somewhat similar, but read His Slut Slave on the side.

Efficiently he affixed both of them and then attached the chains pulling my labia down tight. Then he motioned to Mistress and said, "When she stands these will tighten, but if over time they get loose you can turn this screw and it will pull the chains tighter."

As Mistress nodded I cringed at the thought of the chains being tightened, continually stretching that sensitive area. He left, but immediately Mistress took his place in front of me and put the high heels back on my feet form the night before, then pulled me to my feet. I teetered for a bit once again, trying to find my balance atop the heels.

Mistress then grabbed the end of my leash and pulled me into the hall, naked.

She went to a closet in the hall and took out a wide leather belt and quickly swatted my naked ass. The sting was light and I quickly said, "Thank you, Mistress."

"Slut, stand up straight and push your pelvis forward."

I did as I was told.

"Now this is how you will stand at all times, should you slouch, should your pussy not be pushed out in front of you I will whip your ass with this belt."

Demonstrating the belt she gave my ass a couple of swats.

"Thank you, Mistress," I cried out.

"Should your Master ever enter the room you are to face him, erect with your pussy out on display for Him. Your eyes should stare directly at his crotch, anticipating his hard cock, and you should wait silently for any commands. Again, failure for you to follow these rules...."

Again the belt found my ass again and again and I thanked her for every blow. My ass was getting sore and I am sure it was already a deep red color as Mistress pulled on the leash and I followed trying to remain erect with my pelvis pushed forward. We finally entered the room where the poker game had been held and I was handed a mop, bucket, and broom and shown a cart with other cleaning products on it.

"Master is having guests tonight and you need to clean up your mess from last night, slut. Remember to keep your posture and get to work, slut."

When I hesitated trying to think of where to begin, my ass was peppered with her belt. I cried out my thanks to her and began to mop the floor. I worked hard, trying to avoid Mistress's belt, but it was useless. I was constantly whipped as I moved about the room cleaning. My posture was off, my pussy was not out or I had slowed or hesitated. Every time I was whipped on my sore ass. After a few hours I had completed the job and Mistress allowed me to kneel down to rest.

People started to come in and out of the room, preparing it for the party, bringing in tables and chairs and other items. I knelt there, knees spread, pussy on display for anyone who cared to look. Soon even kneeling became tiresome and I slouched back and rested my ass on my heels. Mistress was there in a flash pulling me back on my feet by my hair and whipping my ass.

"Lazy, slut!" she hissed.

I tried to thank her for each lash. When she finished she told me to stand erect and wait for her. She went to the far side of the room and picked up a phone. After a short conversation someone walked in with some clothing and handed it to her. She came back to me and slipped the garment over my head. It was a plain black shift that hung just below my waist, covering my ass and pussy as long as I stood still. I could see in the mirror on the opposite wall that it was shear and my tits were clearly visible through the material.

She grabbed my leash and led me once again through the house and then out the front door to a waiting car. Pushing me onto the floor in the back seat she barked, "Knee, slut."

"Yes, Mistress."

I struggled to get in position as Mistress climbed in and sat down. I had just righted myself and found balance when the car began to move. For the first time today I looked at Mistress and saw once again how beautiful she was. Her skirt was short and I was able to notice that she was without panties and close inspection showed she was braless as well. Her jewelry was all gold and etched in her bracelets were the letters HMS. My inspection came to an abrupt end shortly and I was dragged from the car by my leash and pulled along a city sidewalk to a shop. Once dragged into the shop I realized it was a tattoo parlor and a fairly seedy looking place at that.

I shivered with the implications of this as Mistress conferenced with a man behind the counter. Within minutes I was pulled into a room in the back of the shop and laid face down on a table. I felt my shift being raised to expose my ass and realized that no one had closed any door to this room. I could hear footsteps coming closer as the other customers were gathering around to look. Shame colored my face when I heard some voice say, "Nice ass, and look, that pussy looks wet and ready."

Cringing at the crude remarks I gasped when I felt my ass cheeks being pulled apart and something was placed on them to keep them open. Next I felt something brushing some liquid on my upper ass and down along my ass crack stopping just above my ass hole. I realized that my ass was going to be marked. I was at once relieved that this tattoo would not be in an obviously visible place, then cringed when I understood the violation of the mark.

Once again comments from the crowd reminded me how exposed I was and I wept inwardly at how I was being shown. Real tears came when I felt the needle begin to color my body. It was just above my ass crack and while the liquid he had spread numbed the surface somewhat I could still feel the needle as it sowed its colors on me. I took a while for the tattoo to be completed and I was puzzled as to what had been etched, more so when I realized the needle had covered my ass crack as well. When the needle had stopped and the man pulled away from me I heard, "Shit, that's so cool, it looks like its growing right out of her ass."

"Look, slut."

Mistress put a small mirror to my eyes and I was looking at a long stemmed rose with thorns literally growing right out of my ass. It was horrible, I was shaken at how low I felt, being abused like this, yet I could not take my eyes away.

"Your Master loves roses, slut. It's his mark. This man does beautiful work and you should be proud."

Dragging me up off the table, letting my shift once again provide little coverage of my body, Mistress led me back outside to our car. All during the drive I thought about the image of the rose, happy it could be concealed, miserable at its meaning. The surface medication was wearing off and I could feel the discomfort of this new tattoo and dreaded being made to walk anywhere. I hoped that at worst I would spend this night being fucked and lying down and not having to be on my feet. I truly hoped that no one would insist on fucking my ass anytime soon either.

Returning to the house I was pulled indoors and through the poker room to my room. I was amazed at how the poker room had been transformed. It was decorated beautifully with a vase of roses....on each table. Roses, I understood now what Mistress meant by his mark.

Led past my room I was led to a spa room very much like the one in Mistress Erica's place. There I was bathed and massaged then rubbed with scented oils. I was allowed to rest. I was enjoying the pampering and relaxation when I heard Mistress asking.

"So, should we cut her hair or just style it so the marks on her ears remain visible?"

Some woman answered.

"Its up to you Mistress. Styling it would still allow the Master to make the final decision, so I would vote for that. 

"So right you are, have it styled so it's out of the way and we can revisit the idea of cutting it short later."

Mistress Valerie left and I breathed I sigh of relief knowing my hair was to be left long, long enough to hide those marks from my classmates and friends. I still feared my slut life being exposed to my friends.




Evelyn is Given a Rose



Later when my hair had been styled and the oils absorbed into my skin Mistress returned. Tonight she had an armful of white latex clothing and she proceeded to dress me in them. It was the same as last night, the bra with the holes for my nipples, my arms again folded behind my head and secured to my neck. There was no hood tonight so at least I would not look bald. My shoes were exchanged for a matching pair in white. Once finished I was leashed and led through the house. I could hear voices and guessed that some of the guests had arrived but I was taken to the kitchen bypassing the party room.

IN the kitchen I was led to a counter and chins were affixed to my nipple rings. Then they were attached to the side of a serving tray. The tray had leather straps on it and these were tied behind my back. Mistress pulled me from the counter and the ray come with me. It was a heavy tray and it pulled on my nipples severely. Mistress adjusted the chains so the tray was tilted up on the far side, the tension on my nipple was now encompassing my tit and I bit my lips to remain quiet.

"There now when it's full it should be level."

Full? It now dawned on me that I was to be a servant tonight. I would be walking through the party, naked, a tray suspended from my bare tits, serving the guests. Lastly I recalled my new tattoo and shook with the knowledge that as I passed everyone would see the rose growing from my asshole. I could not do this. It was too embarrassing. 

"Yeeeoooooowwwwww."

My ass felt the sting of Mistress whip.

"yeeeeeoooooo."

Again and again the belt swatted my ass compounding the discomfort of the new tattoo as it struck me again and again.

"Stand erect slut, push out your cunt. NOW!"

Multiple swats of the belt laced my ass, as I tried to obey despite the weight of the empty tray and the high heeled shoes. I was erect, yet still she continued to whip me. I finally cried.

"Thank you, Mistress."

The belt kissed my ass one last time and stopped.

"You must remember the rules slut, I will be close all night long. Only 'Yes Mistress or Master' and 'Thank You Mistress or Master', is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Head up, stay erect kept that pussy pushed forward."

"Yes, Mistress."

She then had someone fill my tray with drinks and appetizers. The added weight leveled the tray and sent renewed lightning bolts to my tits and down to my pussy. It was the first time since my obvious dream this morning that my pussy had come alive. I stepped towards the door opening into the party, but before I had taken a step I was stopped when Mistress Valerie grabbed the gathered mass of my hair and yanked. She came very close and I felt her breath fill my left ear as she whispered.

"I will not whip you in front of the Master and his guests, but I will watch you slut and keep track of each lash you earn. Later, once you have satisfied Master, I will exact payment for your errors. Stay erect, head always up, shoulders back, pussy forward and smile. Everyone in that room is either your Master or Mistress tonight."

I felt Mistress back off and release my hair. I pulled my shoulders back, kept my head erect and did my best to smile as I entered the room. I had been exposed like this before and I thought I was immune and would feel fine. As I looked at the well dressed men and women, my confidence shrunk and the knowledge of my naked body, the humiliation of a serving tray held by my pierced nipples and a long stem rose seemingly growing out of my bare ass shook me and I stumbled. A portion of what was on my tray clattered to the floor. Looking at all the shocked faces, hearing the laughter, then feeling my hair being pulled as I was dragged back to the kitchen, I knew I was in trouble.



Evelyn, My Sister



I was 32 years old at the time.

My older sister was 35. She had the ideal life for a while, with a loving family and a great job as a real estate agent. But that ended the moment she discovered her husband was having an affair. Naturally, her husband tried winning her back, but it didn't work. Being the woman she was, she never took him back and she lived life as a single mother.

She lived on the other side of the state where her career was. I lived near our parents, and when they both eventually passed away, the large secluded property where they lived was transferred to Evelyn and I. 

As siblings, we became owners of a beautiful house, which neither of us wanted because it was in a remote area. It was an easy decision for us to sell the home. 

We quickly found a buyer and the house was sold. Everything went smoothly. It became a sad feeling whenever I was in the home where we grew up, watching the movers pack old pieces of furniture to take away. I called my sister to tell her that she should visit the house one last time. She was reluctant at first because of how busy she was with her career. But I eventually convinced her that it was the right thing to do.

In the end, we both got more than we anticipated.

Evelyn, My Sister

I was standing in the large living room watching park her car in the driveway. It was Sunday afternoon. The sky was clear, but it was really cold. The wind blew her long hair around. She was dressed professionally as always, with her appearance well-kept in a warm outfit. It looked as if she was dressed for work. 

She smiled when she saw me through the window, and we both waved at each other. When I opened the door for her, we gave each other warm embrace.

"It's nice to see you," Evelyn said while we hugged. 

"You too."

She ended the hug, "Come on, let's go inside. It's freezing out here."

I closed the door once she stepped inside the house. Her eyes wandered the home, noticing that most of the furniture had either been taken away, or was in the process of being taken away.

"Looks different doesn't it?" I asked rhetorically. "This place being empty is a strange sight to get used to."

Evelyn nodded. "Yeah, you're right. Mom and Dad liked everything just the way it was. Now it's all gone."

"I know. The movers are coming back tomorrow and they'll take the rest of the stuff away. The new owners want to move in next month."

"They're very lucky people. This is a beautiful home. Plus they bought it at a great market value."

"You never stop thinking about work, do you?" I asked with a smile.

She turned to me and smiled back. "Guess not. I love my job."

"Obviously. You're always working."

"What can I say? There's always work to be done."

"Speaking of which, come take a look at this," I said. "There's something you might be interested in seeing."

My sister followed me as I led her towards the window overseeing our backyard patio. The view from where we stood was always beautiful. We looked at the pool, the forest, and a small statue of an eagle which was sitting on the grass. 

"So you found it?" she asked with surprise. "Where was it all this time?"

"Dad hid it in the shelf. I guess he did it because of how often we used to talk to that thing. It must have really creeped him out," I joked.

"That makes sense. We used to confess our sins to that little statute when we were young. It was fun. I can almost remember everything I've ever said to it."

"Me too."

"Can you believe it's been so long?" she asked. "We used to spend so much time hanging around that pool together. It almost feels like we're living in a different life."

"Especially for you. You actually look like a business woman now."

She playfully put her hands on her waist. "I am a business woman now."

"Of course," I winked. "You know what I meant. You're the most successful person in our family right now. I think that's great."

"Thanks," she winked back. "It's a result of years of hard work and diligence."

We turned our attention back to the small statue. Both of us continued looking at the spacious view as well. The room became quiet, but not awkward. We felt comfortable around each other, even in silence.

"It's yours if you want. I'll load that little statue in your car and you can put it in your backyard."

"You don't want it?" she asked.

"I think it would fit better in your backyard since you have a nice swimming pool," I replied. "That statue looks great by a pool."

"Thanks. It brings back so many memories. All those summers lounging around after an afternoon swim. I used to stare at that statue a lot. It helped me relax."

"I know."

Evelyn turned to me and smiled. "You used to spy on me when I was in the backyard. Especially when I went swimming. I would always pretend not to see you, but I knew you were watching."

"God, that was a long time ago. Didn't we agree that you would never mention that again?"

"I must have forgotten our agreement," she teased. "But I still remember you spying on me."

"What did you expect?" I shrugged. "You were the prettiest girl in town, and I was young guy with a lot of new feelings. Things happen."

"That's why I never held it against you. Some of my friends used to complain about their younger brothers peeping on them, but it never bothered me. I thought it was cute."

I nodded. "Yeah, and like you said, it feels like a different lifetime already. We've both got jobs. You've got a family, kids of your own."

"Had a family. I love my kids more than anything. But it's just us at home."

"Sounds like a painful divorce."

"All divorces are painful. I hope you'll never have to go through that," she said in a somber tone.

"Well, if you ever need anyone to talk to, don't hesitate to call."

"I appreciate that. We rarely talk anymore."

"We've both got our own lives now," I replied. "That's just the way it goes."

Evelyn had a bittersweet look on her face. "Come to think of it, this is the first time in years that we've actually been alone together. Whenever I see you, it's always at some big family party with a crowd of other people I barely know."

I thought for a moment. "You're right."

"I'm always right."

"Well I'm glad to see that some things haven't changed," I quipped.

"Don't be jealous that I'm smarter than you. I'll always be smarter than you," she said playfully. 

"In your own imagination maybe."

Evelyn laughed and playfully slapped my arm. "You haven't changed either."

"Apparently neither of us have changed much," I replied. "Maybe that's good."

"So do you still think about the same things?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you still think about the same things you did when we were younger?" she asked again. "You used to spy on me when I would go for a swim. And I remember that most of the women you were attracted to back then were much older. Are you still the same way?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Curiosity."

I sighed. "If you're that interested, I still like older women. I've even been with a few older women. None of them were that much older than me, but I guess you can call it a preference of mine."

"Do you still think about me?" she asked.

"Sure I do. I've been thinking a lot about you since we've decided to sell this house. In fact, I've been thinking about you all afternoon since you kept me waiting for so long."

She smiled, "That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?"

"Do you ever think of me in the same way as before? You know, me coming out of the pool, wet. Covered in water."

"You're asking if I still have dirty thoughts about you?"

Evelyn nodded. "Do you?"

"No," I replied. "That was a long time ago. We were young. Why are you asking?"

"Curiosity. Every time I go swimming, I always think about it."

"Anything else you're curious about?" I asked sarcastically.

"Sure, what did you think about whenever you watched me in the pool?"

"I was being sarcastic Evelyn."

"I know you were. But I'm asking anyway. What did you think about?"

"Okay, now this is getting awkward. Let's just finish this up and leave."

Evelyn looked at me with a straight face. "I'll make you a deal: If you answer that question honestly, I'll give you honesty in return."

"Always looking to close a deal huh?"

"That's what I do. So what's it going to be?"

"What exactly are you going to tell me in return?" I asked.

"It's a surprise. Consider it a risk worth taking. I promise you'll like it."

I thought for a moment, thinking to myself whether I should be so candid or not. Then I figured, there was nothing to lose. The past is the past.

"Fine, if you're interested, I imagined you naked. I had never seen a naked girl in person before. Seeing you wearing a bikini by the pool was close enough."

"Have you ever thought about having sex with me?" she asked bluntly.

"Sometimes. That's every guys reaction to seeing a hot babe. I wasn't proud of it, but whatever. I thought it was my secret until you caught me and embarrassed me for spying on you. You made me do all of your chores for two months in exchange for you never bringing it up again. But I guess you forgot about that right?"

Evelyn smiled. "I guess I did. I enjoyed hearing your answer."

"Now what's the secret you were going to tell me?"

"What do you want to know?"

"Weren't you going to tell me something interesting?"

"Nothing particularly," she replied with a nonchalant attitude. "Ask me whatever you want, and I'll give you a truthful answer. That was the deal we made." 

"Great, now I feel like an asshole for admitting all that for no reason."

She laughed. "Don't feel like that. You aren't an asshole. You're a good guy with great taste in women."

"Anyway," I shrugged. "It's almost evening and the sun is starting to go down. We should finish up our tour of the house before leaving. What else do you want to see?"

Evelyn continued looking outside through the window. 

"I've already seen everything I wanted to see. Driving down the road, seeing the house, the living room, and now the pool with that statue of the eagle there. It brings back so many fond memories. And I got to see you again. This conversation was worth the long drive."

"That means a lot."

"Are there any towels in the house?" she randomly asked.

"Paper towels or hand wash towels?

"The kind of towels a person would use for swimming. Are there any in the house right now?"

"Yeah, I think there are still some towels still upstairs," I replied.

"Can you go get them?"

"Why?"

"I want to go swimming here, one last time."

"You realize that the water is freezing right?" I asked, knowing it was a pointless question.

"I know, but I don't plan on staying in the water for very long. We should do it together. It'll be the last fun memory we have in this house, because after the new owners move in, we probably won't see this place again."

"There are plenty of other fun things we could do around here."

"But none of them would be as fun as going for another swim in that pool," she said adamantly. "Deep down, you know I'm right. With everything that's been going on in my life these past few years, the one thing I need right now is to do something utterly crazy. Come on, I want us to go swimming again."

I looked in her eyes and saw how happy she was becoming. Her face looked older than I remembered, but there was a gleam in her eyes which I remembered from our youth. At that moment, she wasn't the dedicated career woman anymore, but the young fresh faced Evelyn that I knew from many years ago. There was no point in arguing with her. How could I?

"I'll get the towels for us," I replied.

She gave me a big suffocating hug. "Thank you."

After the hug ended, I quickly walked up the stairs thinking what a horrible idea it was. Who goes on an impromptu swim on a cold day? But on the other hand, it made her happy. It was the happiest I've seen her in a long time. Most of all, she was right, it sounded kind of fun. 

It didn't take long for me to grab a stack of towels from the box they were packed in. 

When I headed back down the stairs, my jaw nearly dropped. Evelyn was undressing to the point where she was almost naked. I saw her bare back. She was completely topless. Next, she was undoing her pants and untying her shoes. She took off her shoes and pulled her pants down. 

"Evelyn...You're...You're...Naked..." I gasped, seeing her only in panties.

She turned around and I saw her bare breasts for the very first time in my life. They were beautiful, average sized, and firm. Her nipples were large and brown. Her body had curves in all the right places. She used to be skinny and athletic growing up, but her recent pregnancies added voluptuous curves in certain areas, making her appear more womanly.

"I know I'm naked," she replied carefree. "I didn't bring a bathing suit with me, and I don't want my clothes getting wet, so this will have to do."

With that said, she pulled her panties down to reveal her trimmed bush. Then off came her socks. She was completely & utterly naked before my very eyes. 

"Okay," I said in a state of confusion. 

"Are you just going to stand there and stare? Or are you going to join me?"

"You want me to get naked with you?"

Evelyn nodded. "If we're going to do something fun, and completely crazy, then we might as well go all the way. You can see me naked, now it's your turn. I want to see you."

My body felt like it transitioned to autopilot and I neatly placed the towels on a nearby chair. Piece by piece my clothes came off. I wore a much simpler outfit than she did, so I got undressed fast. I couldn't look at her either because of how embarrassed I felt. But it was also exciting in a sexual way, getting naked in front of my beautiful naked sister. It was very arousing, but the nervousness kept me from having an inappropriate erection at that moment- thankfully.

"There," I said. "Now we're both naked."

She smiled, "Great, now we can go swimming."

I followed Evelyn's lead as she opened the patio door which lead to the backyard pool. There was instant cold breeze the moment that door opened. It was a sharp contrast between the warm house and the cold January weather. 

We stepped outside together, naked. It was almost as if we were becoming used to being nude around each other. 

When I look around, I realized how vulnerable we were. Even though were in a remote area surrounded by trees, there was always a possibility that someone could have seen us, and we wouldn't know about it. There was also the possibility that the new owners could have made a random visit and saw us, brother & sister, naked together. That would have been extremely awkward. 

"Did you plan this?" I asked as we walked barefoot to the pool.

"God no," she replied sharply. "It was a spur the moment idea."

"Seems like it. So who's going in that pool first?" 

We both looked at the water, knowing it was going to be freezing cold.

"Same time?"

"Fair enough," I replied.

Evelyn smiled and extended her hand. I took it, and we both tightly held hands.

"On three," she said. "1...2...3..."

Once she said 'three', we both ran, still holding on to each other, and jumped high and into the pool. It was an INCREDIBLE amount of fun when we were flying in mid-air above the pool. It was like the world stood still. Nothing else mattered. We felt free, like we were young again. She yelled out loud showing her excitement. Our lives were like old times. There were no worries or fears. Everything was bliss. Everything was joy.

The moment we crashed into the water was a completely different feeling. The water was icy cold. My body felt like it was covered in ice. That's what we deserved for not heating the pool first. That short moment of being submerged underwater felt like an endless eternity. Once we both floated back to the surface of the pool, I wanted to laugh seeing the look of excruciating pain on her face. Then I realized she had the same feeling looking at the silly expression on my face.

Neither of us said a word, but we reacted the same way. We swam as fast as we could back to the edge of the pool and climbed out. We ran back to the house as fast as we possibly could, leaving a trail of cold water dripping from out frigid bodies. Once we made it back inside, we slammed the door shut.

***

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" she shouted twice. 

Evelyn was shaking with her arms wrapped around herself. Both of us were freezing cold. She stood still while I quickly grabbed the towels and brought one to her. I wrapped a towel around myself. When she wrapped the towel around herself, her arms lifted to reveal her breasts and I noticed that her nipples had become rock hard. They had become dark and stiff from the cold water. I stared for a moment because of how erotic it appeared, but I turned away the moment she looked at my face.

"I'll make a fire," I said.

"Great idea," she said with a shivering voice.

We headed to the spacious living room wearing our large towels as we tried our best to keep warm. Evelyn grabbed one of the extra towels and spread it across the floor in front of the fireplace, and she sat down on it. I threw a few wooden logs into the fire place, and lit it. Before long, a fire was burning, and it became warmer as the flames grew.

"That should do it."

"Feels that way," she said before patting the towel she sat on. "Sit next to me. We'll be warmer if we're closer together."

I sat on the towel right next to her. She was using a small towel to dry her hair. And there we were, two grown siblings, almost naked, sitting in front of a warm fireplace as the sun was starting to set.

"It's getting dark soon. We should get dressed after we're dry."

"Sounds like a plan," she said, handing me a small dry towel. "For your hair."

I dried my hair with the small towel she gave me, and she continued doing the same with her small towel. Her hair was long, so it took a while. She rubbed her hair hard with the towel, and in the corner of my eye, I noticed her body towel open and her breasts were exposed again. Her nipples were still hard. Admiring her beauty was an easy task. When she caught me looking, I quickly turned away and she covered her breasts.

"Enjoying the view?" she asked with a faint smile.

"I was just making sure you're alright. You looked like you were suffering badly a moment ago."

"That's because I was."

"Yeah, what a great idea it was to go swimming in whether this cold."

She playfully tossed her hair towel at my face, and I caught it.

"I never said it was a good idea," she replied. "I said it would be fun, and it was fun wasn't it?"

"I can't argue with that."

"Besides, you finally got see my tits, and the rest of me. Isn't that what you've wanted after all these years?"

"So this was your plan all along, wasn't it?" I asked.

Evelyn shook her head. "I honestly didn't intend on this happening, or you seeing me naked. It never crossed my mind. All I wanted was to see our old home one last time. I didn't expect to get this emotional. I've been through a lot this past year with my divorce, and I just needed to do something wild for a change."

Looking in her eyes and hearing her voice, this was the most vulnerable I had ever seen her. Everything about her was bare. She revealed herself to me emotionally, and physically since she was partially nude.

"You seem determined to change things," I said.

"Do I?"

"Yeah, you do. You seem like a woman who's ready for a new phase in her life."

She smiled, "Those are pretty deep words from someone like you. I've always thought of you as more the 'ladies man' type of a guy, not the sensitive type."

"You're partially right," I smiled back. "I've been with enough women to realize that they each have different phases in their life. That's the way life is. There are ups and downs. You've had a tough time with your divorce, but now you're getting over it. The best part is that you're a lot prettier when you're happy."




Evelyn, My Sister



"Thank you. I needed to hear all of that."

"Well, if you needed me to be your therapist and offer you beauty advice, then you must have been in a lot of trouble." 

Evelyn laughed. "Yeah, that sounds about right."

"It's good to hear you laugh about it."

She paused for a moment and gave me a deep look in the eyes. I could tell she was thinking of something important. Based on the light smile on her lips, I could tell she wanted to say something good.

"Do you want to know why I suddenly became excited to come here?" Evelyn asked. 

"Sure I do."

"Well, obviously I wanted to see the house. But I also wanted to see you again. I'm always happy around you. You're one of the few men in my life that actually loves me for who I am. Most of the men that approach me are only interested in sex."

"That tends to happen with beautiful woman," I joked. "It comes with the territory."

"I don't think you understand what I'm saying. You're one of the few men that I've ever truly loved."

There was an undeniable tension in the room. We were both naked, exposed, and now all the cards were laid out on the table.

"I really don't know what to say."

"Say whatever is on your mind," she replied. "Say something. Anything."

"I love you too."

"You actually meant it."

"How can you tell?" I asked.

"I just can. Women can tell when men are telling the truth or not."

"Did you used to like it when I watched you swimming all those years ago?" I asked randomly. 

Evelyn lowered the towel that covered her chest, and her breasts were exposed. Her large nipples weren't as hard because the fireplace warmed her body. She looked directly at me and watched my facial expressions as I continued gazing at her beautiful breasts.

"Does that answer you question?" she replied with her eyebrows raised. "I used to find myself becoming aroused whenever you would spy on me. I still fantasize about it sometimes. I've never stopped thinking about it. And I never will."

"What else have you thought about?"

"Kiss me."

Both of us moved closer to each other on the towel that we sat on. The fireplace continued making crackling noises and the sun continued to set. The sky was becoming darker and the fire was becoming our main source of light. She looked stunning that way.

We leaned in with our lips forward and then we kissed. It was a kiss on the lips at first, then we pressed harder. It felt sensational, and dirty. We were two siblings who were naked and kissing. The taboo was unreal. Our mouths pressed tightly against each others, then our mouths opened. Our tongues came out at the same time and we officially tongue kissed each other. It was a wet sloppy kiss, filled with passion. The room was filled with the sound of the wood burning, and us kissing. The feeling was unbelievable and continued for a few minutes.

As good as kissing her was, I wanted something more. My mind couldn't resist. I ended the kiss and moved my mouth downward, onto her neck. She lifted her chin so I could kiss more of her neck. Then I kissed her chest. My hands cupped her breasts. They were soft and felt the way that breasts should. My fingers played with her large nipples, which quickly became hard again.

Then I did it, I leaned down and sucked on her right nipple. She moaned the moment I did. I sucked on it hard and rolled it around with my tongue. Then I switched and sucked her left nipple. She moaned again while I sucked her nipples and massaged her breasts.

"Can I ask a favor?" she said.

I peeled my mouth away and looked at her. "Anything."

"Make love to me," she said bluntly. "I don't care what anyone else thinks. Society can go fuck itself. I'm a woman who needs the feeling of a man that loves her. I desperately need to be with a man that I love."

"Like I said, anything."

We kissed on the mouth once again. This time, we kissed harder.

Evelyn ended the kiss and laid her back on the floor. She looked liberated, and at peace with herself. She looked content with the idea that her own brother would soon be making love to her, and I was fine with that idea well. 

She spread her arms and legs across the floor, stretching, getting comfortable. I rubbed her body, starting with her stomach. Then I moved my hands down across her soft skin and rubbed her thighs. She had such beautiful legs. As good as they felt, I wanted something dirtier, more forbidden. 

My hand rubbed the outside of her vagina. It felt dirty for me to rub her patch of pubic hairs, but I loved it, and so did she. My fingers made their way deeper and rubbed her brown labia. They were thick and inviting. In between her labia she felt wet, and not from the water in the pool. It was her own natural fluids, expressing her own arousal.

I positioned myself between her toned legs and kneeled down. Evelyn spread her legs further so that I could do what needed to be done. I had the perfect view of her naked vagina. It was the most beautiful I had ever seen. The outer area was dark with her pubic hair and labia, but inside was pink and wet.

She moaned when I pressed my mouth against her womanhood. There was no time for anymore teasing or foreplay. I couldn't control myself. I let my tongue loose and licked her up and down. Her body reacted to every movement of my tongue. She tasted good, and became wetter by the second.

"Just like that," she gasped. "Don't stop. Please don't stop..."

I continued performing oral sex on her to the best of my sexual ability. Even with my tongue inside of her wet hole, I couldn't get over how depraved this was. My own sister of all people. My mouth was pressed against her vagina and both of us were sexually stimulated beyond words. 

She moaned out loud. My hands were around her thighs and I felt her muscles contracting in ways that only happen during sexual pleasure. Her muscles twitched as her moans became louder. Anyone could have figured out what that meant, and what was approaching. Her hands held onto my head and she rubbed my hair. The moment I put my fingers inside of her cunt, she went wild and screamed. I loved feeling the muscles in her legs and vagina contract. She had a powerful orgasm with my mouth on her pussy, and my fingers inside of her.

Her body suddenly relaxed. Her breaths were still deep.

"I really needed that," she sighed. "I never knew you were so talented."

"Well now you know."

"Damn right. God. How long have you wanted to do that to me?"

"A while," I replied, kissing the side of her thigh.

"Sit up for a moment. I'm curious to see your reaction."

I did as she asked, and sat upright. My erection was fully exposed and she looked at it. 

"Happy?" I asked.

Evelyn winked. "I'm happy that you're aroused. But I need that big thing inside me. It's the perfect way to end this little adventure don't you think? 

I smiled at her. "Something we can agree on."

Her legs were wide open and I leaned in to kiss her legs once again. My kisses moved upwards towards her thigh, and I planted light kisses against her pubic hairs. Her vagina was glistening from my saliva and her vaginal fluids. Then I moved my kisses upwards onto her stomach and chest. I sucked her nipples again, both of them. Then I kissed her neck, and then her mouth again.

At that point, my body was placed over hers. The look in her eyes said it all. She was ready for me to make love to her. Our bodies were craving it. The feeling between us was undeniable. 

After pressing the tip of my erect cock against the outside of her vagina, Evelyn nodded, giving me approval, and I slowly started to enter inside of her body. As good as her pussy felt, I couldn't help but appreciate how soft her skin felt. Her body was like silk. Of all the woman I've been with in my life, none of them were as soft as Evelyn.

"Do it," she moaned. "Put it all the way in."

She gasped and her face changed when I entered all the way. The fluids and her sexual arousal made the entrance easy. Her pussy felt warm and tight. The sensation I felt was incredible. She must have felt the same thing based on her own facial expression. I held my cock inside of her for a brief moment, giving her pussy time to adjust. We looked each other in the eyes, with only centimeters separating our lips. 

A part of me wondered when she would finally wise up and tell me to stop, because this is crazy. But that moment never came. We both wanted it.

I slowly started to pull back, and then I reentered her pussy. Her facial expressions continued to change. Being so close to her, I loved watching her reaction to us having sex. As good as penetrating her felt, it was equally satisfying hearing her moan and seeing her face up close. Her mouth was open. Her eyebrows shifted. Her lips moved. And her eyes showed a strange wonder. I tried to imagine what she was thinking, but it was impossible. Maybe she was in shock that her own brother was on top of her body, making love to her. 

Whatever it was, she enjoyed it. So did I.

Our hands held each other tight and we lost track of time while we had sex with each other. The light in the room kept getting darker as the sun was going down. It was getting darker outside, and the sky was orange. The fireplace was becoming our main source of light, and it helped me see her beautiful face. The room was filled the noises of the fire making cracking noises, us having sex, and her moaning out loud. Our bodies were getting hotter. I could feel sweat forming on her body, and I could see spots of moisture on her forehead. 

My thrusts became harder as our sexual escapade continued. It was getting to the point where I was pounding her with each thrust. The feelings were becoming more intense, and my cock throbbed harder. Her moans became louder each time my fully erect cock worked its way inside of her delicate vagina.

Evelyn's hands wrapped around my neck tightly and I could feel the muscles in her leg start to pulse once again. Her eyes became wider, so did her mouth. Her moans became even louder. She started to scream and I fucked her as hard as I could. I felt her body tremble and it was the most erotic feeling of my life. I felt her breathing on my face, and her hands clasped tighter around me. The muscles in her vagina began to clench, and I knew what was coming. I felt the same thing she did.

We both came.

***

I watched her get dressed while I did the same. After she put on her bra & panties, she put on her pants. Then she put on her shoes, and then her top. Watching a woman get dressed after sex was a sight I never got tired of. It was like she was a normal woman beforehand, then I got to see her in her sexual state, and now she was transforming back to a normal career woman.

She looked at herself in the mirror and adjusted her jacket and hair. 

"Did you like watching me get dressed?" she asked, still looking in the mirror.

"You're beautiful Evelyn. Anybody would like watching you get dressed."

"Thanks."

"I'll put that small eagle statue in your car for you," I said. "Make sure you put it someplace nice."

Evelyn turned away from the mirror and walked towards me so that we were face-to-face. She wrapped her arms around me and looked me in the eyes.

"Of course I will. I already know where I'll put it. Right in front of my pool."

"Good girl," I teased.

She kissed me on the lips. "Think of me when it's your last time being in this house."

"What happens to us after this? Is this our last time, you know, being intimate together?"

"Do you want this to be our last time?"

"No," I replied.

Evelyn smiled, "Neither do I."

The End

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Evelyn's Debt



My name is Evelyn and I have been a student in a West Coast college for only a few months. My family still resides in Asia and they are extremely conservative. I was not allowed to date in high school, and until just recently I was not allowed to even pierce my ears. Now as I live away from home for the fist time, I recognize the moral fiber my parents had diligently worked to imbue within me.

In some ways I am a typical Asian girl I am thin and only 5'3" tall. My breasts are small by American standards I am only a B cup. My hair for most of my life had been long and black, but recently with the help of hair coloring it is now a light brown. I live in an older home near campus and other then the Internet connection I am happy to be here and look forward to my remaining time in college.

I should note here that having come from a strict conservative background I am still a virgin and plan to remain so until I am married. This is my gift to the man who will give me children. Unlike a lot of girls my age I am proud of my virginity and am anxious to see the face of my fiancé when he realizes the gift I have saved for him. Of course I need to find a fiancé, but it is too soon to be seriously looking for him now.

I was on my way back to my apartment one Friday evening after a study group meeting in the library and I was still quite into the discussions we were having regarding our European History class and I did not notice the two men lurking in the shadows of my building.  As I began to put my key in the lock I felt a slight pinch on my arm and then two sets of hands grabbing my arms then my world went blank.

When I came to I was scared. I was in a windowless room, tied to a rope and was almost suspended by my arms in the center of this room. Most frightening of all, I was naked and had no means to cover myself. My fears were overtaking my body and I began to cry, I knew I was in a place that was no good and that my life might end right here, and at the very least it was bound to change dramatically if I survived.

My tears had slowed by the time the door opened and as I panicked to try to find a way to shield my body a tall woman, at least 5' 8" tall with long black hair down to her waist and a typical Asian body, probably larger then mine in both the top and bottom, but just as well proportioned. She was carrying a long strap of leather in her left hand and she was wearing a leather dress. It came to a stop an inch or two below her vagina and her breasts looked as though they were fighting to get out of her top. 

She was beautiful and very alluring. She took her time circling me and studying my body from every angel before she stopped in from of me. My mouth open to demand answers but she merely put a hand to her lips to quiet me and pointed a plastic object towards the wall in front of me. A large TV screen lowered from a hiding place in the ceiling and turned on. In a minute a video began to play.

I stared with my mouth hanging open when I saw my Mom and Dad on the screen. They were sitting in our living room at home drinking tea and then Dad spoke.

"Evelyn, I know you are scared and wondering why Mai Lyn has taken you from campus. Please understand that the only way we could afford to give you the schooling you desired and earned was to make this deal. I know you will be stunned and will probably never trust your Mother or Myself again but we have sold you to Mai Lyn for the next four years to cover all of your college expenses."

My father was still talking but I had stopped listening, sold, I was sold to Mai Lyn, who was Mai Lyn. It must have been obvious that I had stopped paying attention because just then I felt a sharp pain on my ass cheeks followed immediately by another and another. I was screaming out in agony as they continued for some time. I must have been hit at least twenty times. When I opened my eyes the woman was right in my face and she said.

"You will pay attention to this recording, it will answer all of your questions. We do not have the time or inclination to keep repeating this to you so pay attention or the next time it will be fifty – on each cheek!"

I looked up at the screen that had been paused and focused on my mothers eyes as the video continued. My father was saying that I was her property, which was one of the reasons he and my mother were so adamant about my virginity. It was because a virgin was so much more valuable to a woman like Mai Lyn. I learned that I was to become a slave to Mai Lyn for the next four years and was to be able to continue my classes and resume most of my life. When Mai Lyn needed me she would call and I would be expected to come.

All thought of refusing ended when my Mother said.

"Evelyn, dear I know you are upset at hearing this but this is the way I was able to go to college and your sisters too will need this if they are to be educated in the States. You must not ruin this for your younger sisters. I must also tell you that your father and my lives are at stake in your ultimate decision."

There it was all laid out for me I did have a choice ruin the lives of my parents and sisters or submit to Mai Lyn for the next four years. As an Asian the answer was easy, I had to honor my family. As the recording fell silent I heard Mai Lyn shuffle towards me. Once she was close she began to speak, very softly.

"Evelyn, welcome to my home. You have heard your parents words are you willing to do my bidding for the next four years?"

I had no voice but I nodded my head as tears flowed.

"Very good Evelyn but unless you want to feel the lick of the whip again please answer me verbally!"

"Yes I understand my duty and I will do it for my parents! But I will not go easily into this degradation!"

"That's better but you do have so much to learn. First of all you are to call me Mistress Lyn at all times even if you see me on the street. You will always be called Lillian, while you are in my presence or on the jobs I send you. Is that clear, Lillian?"

"Yes, Mistress Lyn, I am to be Lillian and to obey you at all times."

I do not know how I managed to get all of those words out but I did. I began to look for positives and the fact that I could continue my schooling was nice but I was no longer a free woman. It sounded like I would still have my own life except for those times I was called to Mistresses house for duty. I would be her slave but I would not succumb to her I will find ways to resist. The only thing that nagged at me was why was Dad saying all that stuff about my virginity.

"Lillian, tonight you will be pampered and bathed and tomorrow morning you will be prepared for the auction. Please do not cause trouble and to assure you sleep you will be given a sedative so you are rested. I can promise you that tomorrows activities will be tiring."

Suddenly I felt my arms dropping and two women entered the room. They looked like twin goddesses. They were 5'10" and like Mai Lyn they were slim and sexy Asian women. They finished untying my restraints and led me to another room. I tried to get fee and run but they were far too strong for me and I really had nowhere to run. They subdued my easily. The room they took me to was a spa or something and while I stood looking about the women stripped out of their clothes and led me into a large bathing area. It looked like a small pool but it was filled with water scented with roses and jasmine.

Together the two women used soft cloths and aromatic soap to clean every inch of my body and a few inches inside me as well. They washed my hair and all the while they were doing this their bodies were pressed against mine. It was the first time I had felt a woman's breasts rubbing my back or my own breasts. It was a sickening time for me; I have no desire for women. I did notice however that my body was starting to respond to their ministrations and it disgusted me.

All too soon we were done and the women led me back out and wrapped us together in one large soft cotton towel. I was in the middle and unable to move as their hands now roamed my body. One of them spoke to me.

"I understand you are to be called 'Lillian' while you are here. Well Lillian we are to loosen you up for tomorrow. So tonight you will sleep with Tammy and I. You will be loved by a woman and taught to love a woman yourself. Please do not resist, you ass will be beaten badly so listen and learn Lillian."

Both of the women covered my body with their hands, their lips and their tongues. We eventually made it to a bed and one of them put their head between my legs and began to lick me there too. I have masturbated many times but I had never been this turned on. In mere seconds I was writhing and begging for more. Never had anyone man or women touched my vagina. The other woman lay on the bed next to me and kissed me pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. I guess that due to the first girl eating my pussy a lot of my resistance had worn away and I kissed number two back hard. I knew I was hot and horny and was ready for anything.

For most of the night these two women caressed and sucked my body and they had me do the same to them. At first hesitant I eventually allowed myself to try tasting her pussy and I was okay with it, the taste the feel and most of all the heady aroma that found its way to my nostrils was not as disgusting as I had thought.

In the morning I was bathed again and my body was massaged and rubbed with fine scented oils then I was dressed in a very sheer cotton toga that did little to hide my naked body. I had no panties, no bra and no shoes of any kind. I was led barefoot through the Mansion to a large room with an elevated stage along one side. I was taken to the stage and once again my arms were secured to a ring embedded in the ceiling. I was left alone by the twins for nearly an hour. 

I finally heard some voices and Mai Lyn arrived with about a half dozen men in business suits. She had them sit in the chairs in front of me and busied herself with greeting the men and women who continued to enter the room. I had little choice but to watch this as it occurred. It wasn't long before almost all of the vacant seats were filled and Mai Lyn cam up to the stage and stood behind a micro-phoned podium. She addressed the crowd.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I have a rare treat this evening for someone's pleasure anyway. Tonight we will be auctioning off the right to deflower a virgin."

Oh damn, I said as I realized now what my virginity meant to my parents. All of me dreams are going up in a single afternoon.

"Lillian, as we call her has never had a cock or a hand in her pussy, in fact neither her mouth nor her ass have been touched. I know for a fact that even when Lillian masturbates...

She's talking about my masturbating, how does she know what I do. Shit she's telling everyone I masturbate. I can feel my face reddening I have never been so humiliated in my life.

"...ever penetrates herself even with a finger. So, our first auction tonight will be to deflower her pussy, take her traditional virginity. Will someone start the bidding at $100.000.00?"

One hundred thousand dollars for my virginity, they must be kidding who would pay that kind of money for a first fuck of a small Asian girl? They must be nuts to be so stupid to do this.

"Sold to the gentleman in the Blue Suit for $250,000 dollars. Now sit back everyone while we all get to watch Lillian have her virginity taken by force I believe. You do know you will probably need to forcibly take the girl!"

She was talking about me like I was a box of cereal forcibly take me? What, damn, they are going to have this guy just take me, in front of everyone, no, no, no. I watched him approach, his pants were off and his cock was huge, shit no way. A cry escaped my lips as he neared. I crossed my legs and locked them I was not going to let this guy stick anything in me.

"Nooooooooooo please noooooooo"

But he just kept coming and his cock was getting bigger. Two men came out and grabbed my ankles and they forced my legs apart and pulled them forward offering my pussy to the cock coming at me. He was lining his cock up to my virgin slit.

"Owwwwwwww Shit damn nooooooooooooooooo of helllit hurtsssssssssss meeeeeeeeeee stoppppppppit plesaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

My cries were ignored and the man rammed his huge cock into me over and over again the pain was intense. My vaginal area was being bruised I was sure and he was not wearing a condom. He just kept pounding in an out me. God how does he do it. I could feel his cock all the way in and all the way out. I could not believe how bad he felt. I had waited all my life to give my virginity to a man I loved and now it has been forcibly taken from me. I began to cry. My tears only incensed him and he started to pound into me harder and deeper. God it hurt. Only towards what was to be the end did it start to feel better. I could feel my body starting to respond to the incessant pounding of his hard cock in me. I think I was close to cuming myself when his cock jerked and he spewed a load of his ejaculation in me. I cried harder as I felt this mans seed spraying into me. As he withdrew I could see the final spurt of his cum spray my belly, I felt sick. I could not believe that these people found pleasure in my being used like an animal. I heard Mia Lyn's voice again.

"Well that was entertaining I hope camera man got the right angels. This is a video that will fly off the shelves. Now who want s to bid on her virgin asshole? Lets start the bidding at $50,000, do I hear $50,000?"

In my daze I heard the winning bid was $72,500. I did not realize that the winner was a woman until she stepped on stage. She pulled her skirt off and she was wearing what looked like a large plastic imitation cock somehow harnessed to her. Oh no I thought. I'd read about this it's a strap on dildo; she is planning to fuck my ass with that. Oh, oh this can't be good. Having my ass fucked is bad to begin with but to have it done with a molded piece of plastic. She could go on forever I was already scared about something being in my ass and after the way that guy brutally rammed his cock into my now sore vagina I started to tremble. All evidence of my own orgasm was now gone for good. 

The men reversed their hold and held me backwards so my ass was up and spread my legs. This time however, two women came out to pull my ass cheeks aside to clear the way for the winning bidder. I was trying to hold my teeth together and not scream when I felt the dildo invading my ass. It hurt and I stifled a scream, it was not as bad as when the guy forced his way into my virgin vagina earlier, she seemed to be taking more time, being gentle. No matter how gentle she was pushing something in my ass that was not intended to go there and it hurt. The hurt was more of a pressure hurt as the thick cock forced it's way further and further into me, until I felt her abdomen pressing against my ass. She must be in as far as she could go. I realized I was holding my breath and I concentrated on resuming my breathing. 

She held the plastic cock there and did not move it and I guess my ass became accustomed to it. She reached her hands around me and one cupped my left breast and the other went for my clit. She began to caress both areas as she withdrew her cock and then shoved it in again. As it plunged into me I yelped as it reached bottom, and each time it did I cried-out in the same fashion. It wasn't pain because my body was reacting to the three stimuli, my ass my breast and my vagina. I had that familiar feeling that I got when I masturbated but it seemed much stronger and I noticed my ass pushing back against her cock every time she pounded it in. My body had started fucking her cock long before my mind realized what it was doing. 

It really did not matter as my body took control and had me spinning. My vagina was dripping, my ass was squeezing the plastic cock, my clit was erect and hard and my nipple was dancing in her hand. I never tried to hold back and I felt my body cum so hard I think I may have passed out. I remember opening my eyes and feeling emptiness in my ass, as the plastic cock was no longer there and my breast and clit were equally abandoned.

I hung there by my hands in a stupor, still enjoying the after glow of that orgasm when I heard Mia Lyn once again on the microphone.

"Ok all of you who missed out on Lillian's openings can now come and take her as you wish. Her ass and pussy have been broken in and she may be fucked till each of you has had a shot. Now we don't want to ruin her so only once each. You may cum where you want but remember a cum covered slave is always a photographers delight."

So I was in for a lot more, I was resigned to it, after all I was cuffed and suspended. I had no control and could only watch as men and women climbed the stage and proceeded to fuck me. I can not recall all of what happened it was just too much but I know that my ass and vagina were fucked multiple times at least ten to fifteen times each and most of the time I had a cock in both openings at the same time. They lowered me and a number of men fucked my mouth, what a new sensation that was. I was sure I would be black and blue with the pounding I took there. A couple of guys with longer cocks forced them into my throat causing me to gag a spit up on their cocks. They took the spit-covered cocks and just shoved them back in.

By the time the twins returned to take me back to bed, I learned that I had serviced about 100 men and women. The women all had strap-ons and fucked my ass or vagina, I guess even these folk were a bit hesitant to lick a cum filled vagina like mine was.

I was bathed again and allowed to sleep alone but I was kept naked in case Mistress Mai Lyn had a need. Fortunately she did not and in the morning after I was allowed to clean up again I was brought naked to her suite of rooms.

"Lillian you did all right last night, a little rough but it seemed like you adapted and did ok. Now today you are to be rested and eventually returned to your college and friends. Before you go we will perform on last procedure on you but once you are gone I need to remind you that you need to respond to my call and you are never to speak of this to anyone. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress"

"Ok now go with the twins and they will see to your final preparations."

The twins took me to a room that look very clean, almost sterile. A man came in and he had me sit in a chair that had spots for my feet, it was like the chair in the OB/GYN's office. They tried to make me sit and put my feet into the footrests and I kicked and screamed and fought. I was not going to be used without a fight. It wasn't until one of the twins grabbed my hair and yanked back did I stop and settle down some. They had to tie me to the chair and then they threatened that if I moved they would take a whip to my ass and not stop until I passed out. Eventually I was splayed open for him and he took a syringe out and he injected fluid into the lips of my vagina. He then used the same needle and punctured each of my breasts. As he fumbled in his bag I could feel my nipples going numb. When he brought out a tool and used it to punch a hole through my nipple, leaving behind a solid silver bar piercing my nipple I screamed at him to leave me alone and not to mar my body. My screams did nothing more then cause one of the twins to slap me hard across the face, while the other reached for a penis gag. There was no way I would open my mouth willingly, but when one compressed my nostrils and the other pinched and twisted my nearly numb nipple I had no choice. Now that I was quieted, the procedure was quickly repeated with my other nipple and soon both of them were pierced.

He attached a hoop to the ends to the bar in each nipple and soldiered. Both of my breasts now had a thick hoop hanging from my nipples. It was as if prison chains had been placed on me I hated them for it. I was sweating, screaming and moaning into the gag, but unable to stop what they were doing to my body. He started to work down between my legs but I could not see what he was doing. Someone eventually held a mirror there so I could see and I watched as he pierced my vaginal lips three times on each side leaving behind small rings of silver. I begged and shifted in my bondage but it was helpless. They would do what they wished with their slave.  When he had finished there were three rings on each lip and he then placed an H shaped silver bar through each of the six rings and used a small padlock to secure it. I had a chastity belt pierced into my vaginal lips!