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Shelacta Tales Ch. 01

By: oggbashan



Shelacta Tales

One

Prologue

Shelacta (pronounced She-Lacta) is a contemporary parallel world very similar to our own early 21st Century world except in its sexual practices.

Sexual changes have affected the human race. Young women have become forced to be sexual predators. Once a woman has reached the age of 18 she is mature but she must force five men to orgasm before she becomes potentially fertile. At least one of the five of the five men must be killed by the sexual act of the pre-fertile woman. To help her achieve this women have mutated into developing sexual traps.

If a pre-fertile woman allows a man to penetrate her she loses her sexual trap and it is very difficult for her to become mature except with the help of consenting men. If a man penetrates a mature but pre-fertile woman he becomes immune to women’s sexual traps. If he penetrates a fertile woman her trap makes him her slave, whether or not conception occurs. The fertile woman controls whether she wants to conceive or not. The number of male slaves a woman has determines her status. Any of her slaves is at risk of death from a pre-fertile woman, or capture by another fertile woman. 

A woman who has lost her sexual trap is an outcast even when fertile because she has no normal means of making a man her slave.

Chastity belts for either sex are both immoral and illegal. The possession or use of such a device is a capital offence and execution is almost inevitable.

A pregnant woman freezes her status once the pregnancy is confirmed. She can immunise her male slaves against other women by wiping her pussy over their faces at least once a week. She can do this if she is actually pregnant but the pregnancy isn’t yet confirmed.

A lactating woman is special. Even if she has lost her sexual trap she is attractive to men because her milk can free them. Every man who drinks a pint of her milk directly from her breasts becomes his own master again. He will be immune to sexual traps for life but from the first sip until he has drunk the whole pint he is the lactating woman’s slave and that slavery overrides all others even after she ceases to produce milk. Lactation is the only way for a woman who has lost her sexual trap to achieve status.

Males under the age of 18 are taboo and incapable of arousal. The best birthday present a family can give a son is to buy the services of a lactating woman until he has drunk a pint of her milk. Women who can produce a genuine pint at one feed are rare and much sought after. Most paid ‘milkers’ have to have several sessions with the fortunate son until the pint has been delivered. The procedure is embarrassing to the son because until he has drunk the full pint he is the ‘milker’s’ slave and as she is usually an outcast of low status his predicament makes him the butt of humour from his contemporaries. There have been several stage farces written around this situation. If she cannot deliver the full pint for whatever reason, he is her slave for life.

The author of these tales has limited access to view journals and magazines from Shelacta. From that access he has extracted some stories that might interest our world.

First Tale: Angela

Episode 1  Angela turns 18

It was Angela’s 18th birthday yesterday. Unlike boys for whom an 18th birthday is an entry into a perilous world and feared, girls’ 18th birthdays are celebrated in a formal way with a ritual examination at the Temple before her elder relatives demonstrate the variety of sexual traps available to her. Her older sisters, if any, and/or younger female relations discuss their traps with her. If her parents are wealthy they provide a helpless male for her to practise her trap on and score her first conquest. It is considered unfair for her parents to provide the five necessary men. One is normal. More is bourgeois and nouveau riche and not a sound introduction to adult life. A girl must earn her status.

Angela has an unusual trap. She can animate her clothing. Any item that she has worn and has not washed since she can use to capture a man. The more intimate the clothing the more effect it is likely to have on a male. She used her night dress on the male her parents provided. He was satisfyingly handsome and she became excited as her night dress slid over him, pinning his arms to his sides. The more excited she became the closer and tighter the night dress held him until he was immobilised in the black silk, breathing fast.

Angela walked slowly and carefully to the helplessly twitching man. He raised his eyes to her in a mute appeal as she pulled her damp panties from under her skirt. She dropped them pitilessly over his face. They strained across his mouth and nose, forcing him to inhale her scent. His hips jerked as he came inside his silken prison. Angela watched as his face turned red. His eyes bulged in his sockets from lack of breath before she relented and let her panties loosen enough to let him gasp like a landed fish. 

Angela played with him all night long. He was drained and exhausted before she let her night dress unwind itself. He crawled away to claim the payment from her parents. The five men had to be different men. One ejaculation from each was enough but Angela had forced this one to come five times just with a night dress and the same pair of panties. ‘Efficient’ she thought to herself.

She also thought of her own reactions. She could have imagined herself being penetrated by such a man. That sort of thought wouldn’t do. She had to be merciless and she had to kill at least one man of the four left.

The day after her birthday she decided she would hunt. She had prepared her clothing. Around her shoulders she draped a large scarf, large enough to be a sarong. That scarf she had wiped between her legs as she watched last night’s man helplessly convulsing inside her silken bonds. Everything she was currently wearing had been close to her damp pussy last night and her perfume wafted behind her as she stalked through the city’s streets.

Men were scurrying by, doing whatever they did. Angela didn’t care. She just wanted one on his own. 

She walked into the park at lunchtime. There was a suitable target, an older but still good looking man sitting on a bench eating his lunch. Behind the bench were some shrubs. She walked around them and approached him from behind, taking the scarf from her shoulders and holding it spread between both hands. She raised it behind his unsuspecting head and let it fall across his face. Now she had him!

He picked the scarf from his face and neatly folded it on his lap before turning his head to her.

“Hello, Angela.” he said.

Angela was shocked. How could he have resisted her trap and be so calm about it?

“Do I know you?” she asked with a quiver in her voice. She was frightened. A man who was immune to her trap could be a real danger.

“Probably not, but I know who you are, Angela. I haven’t seen you since you were a toddler. I used to be known as ‘Uncle Dave’ but I’m not really your uncle.”

“Uncle Dave? Mum talks about you occasionally. Who are you and how…?”

“How did I resist your trap? That’s easy. Marion, your mother, fed me when she was producing milk for you. She never gave me the whole pint because you needed so much. I’ve been her slave ever since. She’s very undemanding. I get used as an escort if she wants to go to see a play your father doesn’t care for. It’s an ideal life for me and I’m very grateful to her. She asked me to sit here today.”

“Why?”

“Because she thought you would be overconfident and take a risk. You did, didn’t you? I could have been any protected male and the penalty for failing with your sexual trap…”

“You wouldn’t!”

“No. I wouldn’t. I owe your mother too much. Come and sit beside me. It’s uncomfortable talking over my shoulder.”

Angela walked around the bench and sat beside him. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it.

“I’m pleased to meet you as an adult, Angela. You remind me of your mother when I first saw her. I fell in love with Marion, which is a dangerous thing for a man to do. She was merciful to me. She had only one more man to claim but she had to kill that one. She let me go and chose another. That made me her virtual slave for life even if she hadn’t used her trap on me. Then she gave me my freedom from any woman except herself. That was a magnificent gift. Can you understand how much that could mean to a man?”

“I think so, Uncle Dave – I can call you ‘Uncle’ can’t I?”

He nodded.

“It means that except from her you are immune. You don’t have to fear any woman…”

“Not even my wife.”

“Your wife? She doesn’t own you?”

“She can’t. Marion owns me with a tie that nothing can break. My wife has her own slaves, of course, but I’m not one of them. It makes our relationship special.”

“I don’t understand, Uncle Dave.”

“Angela. I chose my wife. I was immune to her trap. I chose her because of who she is, not because of what she had done to me. I love her and chose her above all others. She appreciates that.”

“I have never heard of such a marriage. In all the ones I know the husband is her slave as well as her partner.”

“It isn’t exactly popular with other wives. We keep quiet about it because it arouses jealousy. How can a wife know that her husband would choose her if he had free will? I pretend to be her slave when we are in company. She pretends to be an easy mistress. I could tom-cat around in safety and make dozens of pre-fertile women lose their traps. I don’t. Why should I deprive women of their status by an act that doesn’t benefit me and damages them?”

Angela kissed Uncle Dave on the cheek.

“Thank you for being here. I’ll be more careful in future. I can understand why Mum spared you. You are special.”

“My wife thinks so too. Now go home and talk to your mother. I think you need some more advice before you risk tackling a man, don’t you?”

“Yes, Uncle Dave. I’ll tell Mum what you did for me.”

Angela stood up, bent over and kissed Uncle Alan on the lips.

“Bye.”

“Hold on. Don’t forget your scarf.”

He lifted it to savour the perfume before passing it to her.

“Wonderful scent, Angela. I’m sure you’ll succeed soon.”

Angela ran off home to her mother.

Her mother’s advice could be summed up as ‘If a man looks as if he is an easy target he is usually immune to you and should be avoided.’

Angela wasn’t surprised when Uncle Dave was invited to her home a few evenings later. She was surprised when her father slept on the couch that night and Uncle Dave shared her mother’s bed. He looked exhausted the next morning.

Angela was forward enough to ask her mother about it when father wasn’t around.

“How else could I reward a faithful slave who has done an exceptional service for me?” her mother asked. “I used my trap on him and he had a night of ecstasy. If I could give him the rest of the milk he needs I would.”

“But you can’t!” Angela exclaimed. “You’re too old.”

“That’s hardly polite, Angela,” her mother retorted. “And not actually true. I could do it if I wanted to with the help of a prescription from the chemist. Yesterday I nearly decided to, but I appreciate Dave’s infrequent services too much to let him go. I don’t think he really wants that now. He still loves me.”

“Mum! That’s cruel.”

“It isn’t. Women are cruel to men but I’m not cruel to Dave. I treat him very gently. Remember that when you get slaves of your own. Willing ones are much better.”

“How?”

“Willing ones anticipate your needs and sometimes surprise you. Unwilling ones do what they are ordered to do and no more. One like Dave is a treasure.”

“I can see that. He was very kind to me.”

“That’s how he is. It would help that you look like I did at your age. Perhaps you might find a Dave for yourself. You’ll enjoy him if you do.”

“Thanks Mum. Thank you for sending Dave.”

“I didn’t have to ‘send’ Dave. He suggested it. That’s what I mean about being willing. He knew that I would be worried about you.”

Angela and Marion hugged each other.

Episode 2 Mercy Killing

Angela’s parents were concerned. Angela was nearly 21 and yet had not reached the total necessary to become potentially fertile. It might have been disgraceful but that…

Angela had become an urban legend. She had forced nearly 100 men with her sexual trap and not killed one. The men who had survived her spoke with awe at the depth of the sexual fervour Angela gave them. Many were queuing up to become her slaves once she became fertile. She had a little black book of willing volunteers. Men pleaded to be added to her list.

Some of her exploits were spoken in hushed tones. She went to the loan company to arrange finance for a condominium. While waiting for her appointment with the female loan manager she trapped the manager’s secretary in an open plan office. She threw her raincoat at him and pushed him under his desk. He writhed in helpless and silenced fantasies inside her clinging coat having ejaculation after ejaculation while Angela discussed the loan. Half an hour later Angela retrieved her coat leaving the exhausted secretary in a near comatose heap on the floor. The loan manager found him and was amused. Angela had confirmed the manager’s assessment as a young woman who was going places. The secretary was taken home and needed the rest of the week to recover.

Then there was the traffic cop. He stopped Angela for speeding. She threw her tiny lace handkerchief at his face. It just covered his mouth and nose but that was enough. She persuaded a passing woman to take pictures of Angela astride his writhing body and in seductive poses on his motorcycle. Somehow those pictures ended up on the inside pages of a scandal paper. The traffic cop was envied. Angela didn’t get a ticket.

Once she visited a court in the public gallery. Sitting beside her was a witness for another court case. Angela’s wrap-round skirt wrapped round him. She took off her Alice band and gagged his mouth while he jerked and flopped around. His movements nearly stopped the trial. His experience led to the adjournment of the trial he should have attended. He was found to be in an unfit state to give evidence.

Statements from those who had experienced Angela’s trap have to be taken with some caution. They show signs of continuing entrancement with her. What they seem to experience is Angela standing over their prone bodies with her skirt flaring wide above them. Their eyes are drawn into the darkness under her skirt as she lowers herself towards their faces. They feel the touch of her warm wet pussy across their mouths and noses and have real difficulty in breathing. The ‘pussy’ spreads over the whole face and pulsates. Then it spreads down the torso until the whole upper body is enclosed inside her. Once the pussy encloses the penile area the subject starts orgasming uncontrollably but is unable to ejaculate. They feel no pain at this inability and report almost unbearable ecstasy which continues unabated until their whole body is caressed by her pussy. At that point they start to ejaculate and continue to do so until Angela releases them, however long that may take. The after-effects are a blissful lassitude which may last for days and an obsession with Angela which seems permanent and is unparalleled for a pre-fertile woman. Angela is not supposed to be able to make men her slaves yet but the condition she induces in her victims is little short of such a state. It must be remembered that at no time do her victims actually touch Angela. The whole effect is produced by an item or items of her clothing.

The episode of the lost property clerk is thought to be apocryphal but we will record it with the comment that it may not be true. Angela is said to have left a headscarf on a train. That was found by a female cleaner and sent by the internal mail to the lost property office. The clerk opened the envelope and the scarf wrapped itself around his face. He was found hours later by his relief and was bedridden for a week. Angela states that she has never lost a headscarf.

Angela was a celebrity and a frequent guest on chat shows and at charity events. Once such appearance led to an unusual request being made to her parents from some friends of the family.

Their grandfather was terminally ill with a painful condition. He had been immune to women’s sexual traps because his wife had given him a small taste of her milk. She had recently died and her death had made him vulnerable to women again if scarcely an attractive prize at his advanced age and in poor health. He wanted to die and join his wife yet euthanasia was illegal. What his relatives wanted was Angela to use her sexual trap on him and kill him because deaths caused by pre-fertile women were acceptable. The old man had seen Angela on television and had asked that he be killed by her. Would she do it to him?

The family had a discussion. Angela needed to kill someone yet she hadn’t because she couldn’t bring herself to do it to a young man. Her status as a pre-fertile predator was appealing but she couldn’t continue much longer. She was at risk from penetration by a male and her fame made her a target for attention seekers. Sooner or later she needed to complete her hunt. This way would be merciful.

Eventually Angela agreed. She slept in a voluminous blue silk night dress and dreamt of the many men she had made to writhe helplessly in her clothing. When she awoke the night dress was strongly scented with her sexual perfume. She folded it up carefully into a plastic bag before taking a taxi to the family friends’ house.

The taxi driver seemed to recognise her.

“Are you…?” he said tentatively.

“I’m Angela, if that’s what you mean.” she replied.

“Would you…?” The taxi driver seemed almost speechless in her presence.

“If that’s what you want? Why not? You would make the 100th. But make sure you switch the meter off. I don’t want to pay to give you pleasure.”

“It’s a deal, Miss Angela. I’ll take you where you are going for no charge at all. While you do what you have to do I’ll wait outside with the meter off. You use your trap on me before you go in, and end it when you come out. Then I drive you back home, again at no cost to you. OK?”

“Most of that I agree to, but I don’t think you will be in a fit state to drive me home. You don’t appreciate the effect I have on men.”

“I’ve heard about it.”

“Hearing about it and experiencing it are very different. We’ll see how you are afterwards.”

“Thank you, Miss Angela. I’ll be your slave for life.”

“You may well be. We’re here. Come into the back seat.”

The driver climbed into the back of his cab. Angela checked. The meter was off. The taxi-driver’s licence showed him as an owner driver so it was his money he was losing, not his boss’s. She sighed and reached into her handbag. She took out a silk headscarf, pushed it up her skirt and moved it around just to make sure it would be effective, and dropped it lightly over the taxi-driver’s face. He went rigid as soon as the scarf touched him.

‘Oh shit!’ Angela thought to herself. ‘He would be one of those really sensitive to my trap. He’ll be shattered by the time I’ve finished. Oh well, he asked for it.”

She knocked on the front door. She was ushered in as if she were royalty. She was offered tea, coffee, anything she wanted. All she wanted was to get the task over.

“The great-grandchildren are saying goodbye,” her hostess explained. “They shouldn’t be long. Everyone else has said their farewells. He’s been enjoying the attention so much that he has almost forgotten the pain.”

A clatter of children tumbled down the stairs and into the room. A half-grown boy came up to Angela.

“Are you her? The real Angela?”

Angela nodded.

“Cor! Just wait till I get to school. My friends will never believe I’ve met you.”


Shelacta Tales Ch. 02



If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world.

Second Tale: Deirdre

The time of a child's birth on Shelacta is important. Eighteen years to the minute after drawing its first breath the child becomes mature. If a girl, she will have the ability to force males to serve her. If a boy, he will be vulnerable to women from that minute. Usually the time of birth is recorded exactly. Deirdre was born nine months after a long power cut in her city had started more pregnancies than normal – a baby boom. 

The maternity hospital was overstretched on the evening of the day Deirdre was born. She was her mother's first child and the labour had seemed interminable. After 36 hours of labour Deirdre still showed no signs of wanting to co-operate with the midwife. When a breech birth started in the next cubicle the midwife was called away.

Deirdre's mother was exhausted and virtually unconscious. When Deirdre decided to be born her mother was unattended. Deirdre passed through the birth canal and out into the world of Shelacta sometime but no one knew the exact minute. The midwife wrote down the time that she came back into the room as the time of birth. Normally that slight error would have been unimportant. Deirdre would know from internal signals in her body when she became mature. What difference did half an hour make?

But that was not the only mistake in Deirdre's life. One without the other would have been unremarkable. The two together made Deirdre instantly famous.

Every girl on the cusp of becoming a woman is examined at the Temple for evidence of her sexual trap. Most women have one or other of the usual varieties. They are instructed in the use of their talent but practice makes perfect. The five men that a woman has to force to ejaculate usually provide enough practice to enable a woman to perfect her use of her trap to make slaves for herself.

Deirdre's trap was mistakenly identified as breast capture, a common variety. Her parents bought brassieres with non-return catches that would hold a man's head in position in her cleavage. They would be part of the birthday presents at the party that started from the minute of her supposed birth anniversary.

However Deirdre's actual trap was a much rarer one. She would be a siren. She would be able to make men orgasm with her singing voice. She had a pleasant singing voice as an adolescent but although good it was an ordinary good, not the sort of voice that could become a professional singer.

Sirens are dangerous because all unprotected men within sound of her voice would be affected. There are rules, taboos and customs about the behaviour of sirens because unfettered they could amass many slaves with one song. Sirens happened once every couple of years. Living sirens never numbered more than about fifty at one time on the whole planet. There are sirens and Golden Sirens. Ordinary sirens have to have the man's complete attention for at least half a minute before their voice has its effect. A passer-by would be unaffected. A man who blocked his ears in time could avoid a siren's trap.

A Golden Siren is the rarest of all. They occur once every hundred years and there were none alive when Deirdre reached her 18th. The priestesses at the Temple could have been forgiven for not recognising that Deirdre would be a siren. That they didn't recognise a Golden Siren had disastrous consequences. A Golden Siren would paralyse a man into immobility with the first bar of her singing. He would have to remain motionless until the effect of her trap had been completed. Even if he heard only the single bar he would be lost in the fantasy she induced until he had ejaculated many times. The effect of a Golden Siren usually lasted at least half an hour. The impact on a man not perfectly fit could last for days before he recovered. He would remain in a blissfully comatose state all that time. Even a fit athlete would be incapacitated for several hours.

The worst danger from a Golden Siren was that her voice affected otherwise protected men. None of the normal protection gained from a lactating woman, a pregnant woman, or penetration of a pre-fertile woman, was effective against a Golden Siren's singing. 

The scene was set for the disaster about to happen. Deirdre's 18th birthday party would follow after a students' concert to raise money for an enlarged swimming pool. Deirdre would sing two of Zerlina's songs from Mozart's Don Giovanni (Shelacta had its Mozart too!) shortly before the interval in the concert. She would then leave during the interval to get ready for her birthday party that would start after the concert finished. According to the birth records she would become mature halfway through the interval. That didn't seem to matter because she was unlikely to force a man between her breasts at the concert hall. She wasn't another Angela who would take risks to claim a man anywhere.

Another piece dropped into place when the concert hall's fire alarm system malfunctioned. It was a system error that took about ten minutes to identify and correct but delayed the start of the concert by those ten minutes. The judicial enquiry after the disaster found that those ten minutes were vital. 

The concert started. Deirdre sang her first piece adequately if rather nervously. She was rewarded with polite applause as she stepped back to allow the tenor to take centre stage. After his aria, she resumed her place, coming too far forward into the glare of the blinding footlights. She was singing to an audience she couldn't see. That was the final step leading to the disaster.

As she stepped forward she felt the change happen in her body. She was slightly surprised that it happened so soon but not worried. She was now mature and her nervousness vanished. She was a sexual predator who would sing Mozart. After the short introduction from the lady pianist she launched into glorious song – too glorious.

Deirdre had become a Golden Siren between stepping forward on stage and opening her mouth to sing. The audience was nearly five hundred people about half male. All the males within sound of her voice froze into entranced immobility, even the tenor standing a few feet behind her.

The women who heard Deirdre sing felt a regret for the rest of their lives. They could never hear Mozart without sadness that they would never hear him sung as well as Deirdre sung that evening.

The men?

Over two hundred men succumbed to the Golden Siren's voice. Frozen in a blissful state their sperm stained their trousers. When the first elderly man died in ecstasy Deirdre was instantly fertile and therefore the surviving men, protected or not, became her slaves. Thirty-five men died, overwhelmed by the intensity of their surrender to Deirdre. The hospitals were overloaded with the survivors. Women were performing CPR all over the concert hall desperately trying to save the men that were no longer theirs but Deirdre's. A woman member of the hall staff turned on the auditorium lights, pushing aside the entranced electrician who should have done it. Only then was Deirdre aware of what she had caused. The scene revealed to her killed any desire to sing in public again.

The concert hall was not the only place affected. The concert was being televised for a cable channel. The technicians at the cable TV station were affected. Any male viewers were affected. The recording of the concert was sold on the black market and men continued to be affected for years. Men chose to commit suicide by watching that recording.

No one knows the final death toll from Deirdre's only performance as a Golden Siren. It certainly ran into hundreds. In a few brief minutes Deirdre had exceeded Angela's lifetime total of male slaves and set a record never likely to be broken. The authorities of Shelacta hope and pray that it won't.

There is no defence against a Golden Siren except total deafness. Deirdre retreated to the Temple and became a priestess. She would only sing in the depths of the sacred precincts where no man could enter. Her slaves besieged the Temple until she ordered every one of them never to approach within five miles of her. More men died from heartbreak after she issued that order.

Deirdre is now part of Shelacta's history. She still lives but she considers her talent as a curse, not a boon. Those who heard her sing and survived hope that one day they will hear such singing again. Perhaps they will, not in this world, maybe in the next.

Appendix

Shelacta (pronounced She-Lacta) is a contemporary parallel world very similar to our own early 21st Century world except in its sexual practices.

Sexual changes have affected the human race. Young women have become forced to be sexual predators. Once a woman has reached the age of 18 she is mature but she must force five men to orgasm before she becomes potentially fertile. At least one of the five of the five men must be killed by the sexual act of the pre-fertile woman. To help her achieve this women have mutated into developing sexual traps.

If a pre-fertile woman allows a man to penetrate her she loses her sexual trap and it is very difficult for her to become mature except with the help of consenting men. If a man penetrates a mature but pre-fertile woman he becomes immune to women's sexual traps. If he penetrates a fertile woman her trap makes him her slave, whether or not conception occurs. The fertile woman controls whether she wants to conceive or not. The number of male slaves a woman has determines her status. Any of her slaves is at risk of death from a pre-fertile woman, or capture by another fertile woman. 

A woman who has lost her sexual trap is an outcast even when fertile because she has no normal means of making a man her slave.

Chastity belts for either sex are both immoral and illegal. The possession or use of such a device is a capital offence and execution is almost inevitable.

A pregnant woman freezes her status once the pregnancy is confirmed. She can immunise her male slaves against other women by wiping her pussy over their faces at least once a week. She can do this if she is actually pregnant but the pregnancy isn't yet confirmed.

A lactating woman is special. Even if she has lost her sexual trap she is attractive to men because her milk can free them. Every man who drinks a pint of her milk directly from her breasts becomes his own master again. He will be immune to sexual traps for life but from the first sip until he has drunk the whole pint he is the lactating woman's slave and that slavery overrides all others even after she ceases to produce milk. Lactation is the only way for a woman who has lost her sexual trap to achieve status.

Males under the age of 18 are taboo and incapable of arousal. The best birthday present a family can give a son is to buy the services of a lactating woman until he has drunk a pint of her milk. Women who can produce a genuine pint at one feed are rare and much sought after. Most paid 'milkers' have to have several sessions with the fortunate son until the pint has been delivered. The procedure is embarrassing to the son because until he has drunk the full pint he is the 'milker's' slave and as she is usually an outcast of low status his predicament makes him the butt of humour from his contemporaries. There have been several stage farces written around this situation. If she cannot deliver the full pint for whatever reason, he is her slave for life.

The author of these tales has limited access to view journals and magazines from Shelacta. From that access he has extracted some stories that might interest our world.



Shelacta Tales Ch. 03



If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world.

Third Tale: The Businessman and the Actress.

Fred was known as a 'warm' man. He was not liked but known to make money from almost everything he touched. The legality of most of his enterprises was dubious but he made most money from the mischance of catching a heavy cold.

While he was recovering he still had heavy catarrh and a blocked nose. Sarah, a pre-fertile woman whose sexual trap was her scent tried to trap him. He couldn't detect Sarah's scent and her trap failed. Fred wasn't the man to miss an opportunity. He grabbed Sarah and roughly penetrated her, causing her to lose her sexual trap. You can see why Fred wasn't liked.

He then offered Sarah a deal to prevent her from becoming an outcast. If she would work for him as a chemically induced 'milker' he would provide the men necessary for her to become fertile. Sarah reluctantly accepted and effectively became his slave. He promised the men but took his time delivering them.

As a 'milker' Sarah was hired out to families with sons approaching their 18th birthdays who couldn't afford the cost of milkers from reputable sources. Fred would let Sarah give the first couple of feeds to the son and then whisk her away. She would be returned only after a further larger payment to Fred. Desperate families raised loans, mortgaged their homes, sold their cars, did anything to raise the cash. Fred made them very aware that their son would not be Sarah's slave but Fred's.

Fred had some nose plugs made to fit. Then he went looking for pre-fertile women who used their scent as a trap. Once he had penetrated them he offered the same deal as he had offered Sarah. Soon he had a stable of twenty milkers and was trading under a succession of company names as soon as each company became notorious.

Only once did this ploy fail. One woman was allergic to the chemical and vomited out every dose. Fred didn't want to waste her so he considered her other talents. Celia wanted to be an actress so Fred sent her for interview at a stage school. Fred told her that she could only be entered at the school if she would identify pre-fertile women with scent traps to him. The bargain was one woman for each term's fees and board.

Celia begged and pleaded for Fred to release her, to allow her just to go, but he wouldn't. Eventually she agreed to his infamous bargain. She would identify one scent trap woman for each term of stage school. What she didn't say was that she would warn every woman she identified about Fred's activities. Woman after woman evaded Fred's clumsy attempts at penetration. Celia claimed that she had fulfilled her part of the bargain. If Fred was incompetent, that wasn't her fault, was it?

Celia wanted to be independent of Fred but she wasn't earning any money as a student actress. She started moonlighting doing bit parts in TV commercials. She emoted well as one of 'Two tarts in a kitchen' enthusing about the new cleaning product. She had begun to build up money in a bank account. Then she had her big break.

As she was leaving the stage academy one evening she was approached by a woman she recognised as a frequent spectator at the small productions the students put on at the end of each term.

"Celia," the woman said, "I understand that you need money."

Celia started. How could this woman know that?

"I might," she said cautiously.

"Then I might be able to help you. Tomorrow, skip the canteen lunch and meet me at my office. You'll get a free meal and I'll make a suggestion to you. You can turn it down with no hard feelings on either side. I don't think you will reject it."

The woman pressed a business card into Celia's hand and walked away. Celia looked at the card. It read "Ms. Victoria, Casting Agent, Scram Video Productions" with an address close to the stage academy. Celia walked past the address on the way back to her tiny bedsit. It looked like a normal if scruffy office building. It didn't look like a den of thieves.

That night Celia considered her options. Unless she did something significant she would remain in Fred's clutches for the rest of her life. What had she got to lose? She decided to keep the appointment and for the first time in months she went to sleep with a faint glimmer of hope.

The next morning Celia dressed herself with care. Under her jogging suit she wore silken trousers and a halter top. She attended the lectures with a distracted mind. She had recently noticed a disturbing change in Fred's scheme with his milkers. He was getting the milkers hooked on hard drugs, an arms-length sideline. He set up dealers and took a cut of the proceeds. Now his milkers were feeding a dose of hard drugs in their milk as the young men drank. Some of the men experienced highs after the milk, highs that could only be repeated by taking drugs supplied by Fred's team of dealers.

Fred only selected the milkers that were coming to the end of their usefulness for the drug treatment. The high dosages would kill the milkers in a matter of months. Fred didn't care. They were a diminishing asset. Years of forced milk production was making the women unattractive and difficult to place with paying customers. Those who chose the drug-laced milkers paid a cheaper rate – at first.

Sarah, his first milker was one that Fred had selected. She knew she was slowly dying and wanted revenge. Celia had met Sarah several times. Fred wanted Celia to know her fate if she didn't co-operate with him. He told her that she too would end like Sarah. That was a mistake. Celia and Sarah became friends.

At lunchtime Celia shed her jogging suit and walked quickly to Scram Video. She was expected and taken straight to Ms. Victoria's office.

"Hello, Celia," said Ms. Victoria. "I hoped you would come. Please call me Vicky. That's my real name."

"OK, Vicky."

"What Scram Video does is mild pornography for sale to protected men. We make videos showing men apparently surrendering to women's sexual traps. Protected men cannot experience the traps but they can fantasise about them. We try to produce films to enhance their fantasy. Usually we film the women on their own. For the breast-trap we show closer and closer views of the cleavage until the whole screen is blurred. Each video may have twenty women performing the breast-trap."

"Is there sex involved?"

"No. The farthest we go is simulated sex. Camera angle and suggestion are used to give a picture of something that doesn't actually happen in front of the camera. We do very mild porn. Our magazines are sold on the top shelf of newsagents. Our videos are never categorised higher than an 18. A restricted category would inhibit sales or lead the customer to expect more than we would want to film or he would get."

"Where do I come in?"

"I have watched you for several terms, Celia. I think you have a talent for acting that we could use. We are not a company that a straight actress would want on her resume. We know that. We try to preserve our women's identities. But what we do offer is experience and – money."

Celia nearly blurted out 'How much money', but asked instead:

"What do you want me to do?"

"Two things, Celia. The first is a screen test. That can be done after lunch. The second is to break with Fred..."

Celia gasped. Fred could kill her.

"...we know that isn't easy. We think we can help. I have a suggestion."

"Yes?" Celia was being very cautious.

"We know that Sarah is your friend. We know that she is dying."

Tears sprang into Celia's eyes. It didn't matter how Vicky knew. It was true.

"We think that you and Sarah could trap Fred with this."

Vicky put a small bottle on the table.

"What is it?" Celia asked.

"It is Rop... I forget the name, it's better known as the date rape drug."

"The drug they add to a girl's drink that makes her forget everything and act willing?"

"That's the one. It also works on men."

"So I use it on Fred? What then?"

"Then you need Sarah. She is still lactating?"

"Barely. She is alive but no use as a milker."

"But she can produce some milk?"

"Yes. Probably a teaspoonful from each breast."

"That would be more than enough. Once Fred is under the influence of the date rape drug, Sarah should give him some of her milk. That will make him her slave."

"But she is dying. Once she's dead he will be free again."

"But he will then be vulnerable. Her milk would have cancelled his immunity. If he can be trapped before he deprives another woman of her trap by penetration he will be a slave."

"I can see that it is possible but why do you want to do this? What has Fred done to you?"

"He sent one of his drugged milkers to my youngest brother. He was lucky. We managed to get him off drugs quickly. One of my cousins died from a drug overdose after contact with another of Fred's milkers. The family didn't recognise the new company name. I have two reasons for wanting to stop Fred."

"What about this company and the videos? Was that just a ploy to get me here?"

"No, Celia. The offer is genuine enough. You can become one of our actresses. The company is mine. I use the title 'Casting Agent' because Managing Director scares potential talent away."

Vicky gave me the small bottle. She left it to Sarah and I to arrange its use.

Our opportunity came a few nights later. Fred came to Sarah's bedsit to see if he could wring one last milking job out of her. I was with her. I made coffee for the three of us. While he was trying to persuade Sarah to get off her death bed to do one last assignment I poured the whole bottle into his cup. He was so busy working on Sarah that he drank the cup without looking at it. Within minutes he was a helpless stooge. 

I dragged Fred to Sarah's bed and pushed him on to it. Sarah leant over him looking more like a corpse than a human being but she managed to force her breast between his mouth and express some milk. He swallowed instinctively as the milk hit the back of his throat and our task was done.

I rang Vicky. She arranged for Sarah and Fred to be admitted to a private and very discreet hospital used for drug addicts with wealthy parents. Fred came to after about twelve hours but was fed with sedatives that didn't stop him being aware that he was now Sarah's slave and would be until either she fed him a full pint of milk or she died.

Sarah enjoyed teasing him with the prospect of regaining immunity. Even though she was dying she took massive doses of the milk producing drug. He guzzled at her breasts greedily whenever she let him.

In between she made him her personal carer. He had to carry her to the toilet, to clean her up, to give her a bath, to kiss her emaciated feet. She loved every minute of it.

Vicky had provided Rachel, a personal nurse, to assist Sarah. She was an older heavy unattractive woman with a pronounced backside. She waddled around but was a very efficient nurse.

On Sarah's final day Fred was still trying to suck milk from her. She asked him to lie beside her so that she could bend over and wring the last drops of milk into him. She ordered him to lie still and let Rachel tie him to the bed. Fred couldn't refuse a direct order from his mistress.

Sarah smiled at me. She bent over Fred and pushed her breast into his mouth. He sucked hard.

"Never mind, Fred," Sarah said. "You'll soon be free of me. Either this milk will be enough or I'll be dead."

Fred might have said something but Sarah's breast had filled his mouth. Sarah shuddered and died.

Fred spat her breast out in disgust. He would have pushed her body off but Rachel had tied him too efficiently.

"Get her off me!" he shouted.

Rachel and I lifted Sarah's emaciated body off him and laid her gently on the next bed. I kissed her goodbye. I turned round as Fred shouted again.

"What are you doing, woman! Get off me!"

"This was Sarah's last request. Lie still and enjoy." Rachel said.

She raised the hem of her nurse's uniform and settled her massive rear over his nose. Fred began to squirm and struggle as Rachel's trap entranced him. Sarah's death had ended his immunity. Rachel was still pre-fertile and her trap was her rear cleft.

She pressed down harder and harder. Fred arched as he ejaculated again and again. Rachel continued to press hard on his face until he died.

"Thank goodness that's over," she said as she stood up and shook her uniform dress down. "Now I'm fertile and Fred is dead. I don't think he'll be missed."

He wasn't. With my help and that of his surviving milkers his criminal empire died with him.

Appendix

Shelacta (pronounced She-Lacta) is a contemporary parallel world very similar to our own early 21st Century world except in its sexual practices.

Sexual changes have affected the human race. Young women have become forced to be sexual predators. Once a woman has reached the age of 18 she is mature but she must force five men to orgasm before she becomes potentially fertile. At least one of the five of the five men must be killed by the sexual act of the pre-fertile woman. To help her achieve this women have mutated into developing sexual traps.

If a pre-fertile woman allows a man to penetrate her she loses her sexual trap and it is very difficult for her to become mature except with the help of consenting men. If a man penetrates a mature but pre-fertile woman he becomes immune to women's sexual traps. If he penetrates a fertile woman her trap makes him her slave, whether or not conception occurs. The fertile woman controls whether she wants to conceive or not. The number of male slaves a woman has determines her status. Any of her slaves is at risk of death from a pre-fertile woman, or capture by another fertile woman. 

A woman who has lost her sexual trap is an outcast even when fertile because she has no normal means of making a man her slave.

Chastity belts for either sex are both immoral and illegal. The possession or use of such a device is a capital offence and execution is almost inevitable.

A pregnant woman freezes her status once the pregnancy is confirmed. She can immunise her male slaves against other women by wiping her pussy over their faces at least once a week. She can do this if she is actually pregnant but the pregnancy isn't yet confirmed.

A lactating woman is special. Even if she has lost her sexual trap she is attractive to men because her milk can free them. Every man who drinks a pint of her milk directly from her breasts becomes his own master again. He will be immune to sexual traps for life but from the first sip until he has drunk the whole pint he is the lactating woman's slave and that slavery overrides all others even after she ceases to produce milk. Lactation is the only way for a woman who has lost her sexual trap to achieve status.

Males under the age of 18 are taboo and incapable of arousal. The best birthday present a family can give a son is to buy the services of a lactating woman until he has drunk a pint of her milk. Women who can produce a genuine pint at one feed are rare and much sought after. Most paid 'milkers' have to have several sessions with the fortunate son until the pint has been delivered. The procedure is embarrassing to the son because until he has drunk the full pint he is the 'milker's' slave and as she is usually an outcast of low status his predicament makes him the butt of humour from his contemporaries. There have been several stage farces written around this situation. If she cannot deliver the full pint for whatever reason, he is her slave for life.

The author of these tales has limited access to view journals and magazines from Shelacta. From that access he has extracted some stories that might interest our world.



Shelacta Tales Ch. 04



If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world. 

Fourth Tale: Degrees of Slavery Part One. Miser's Misery. 

Not all women's slaves experience the same submission. 

A man who is enslaved by a woman's sexual trap has to obey her. If he genuinely loves her he will enjoy doing what she wants him to do. The act he is asked to do will give him a warm feeling inside at the least. He loved to do her will. Obedience might give him the impression of an overwhelming orgasm. A willing slave will have the impression that he is wrapped in his mistress's love at all times.

An unwilling slave will have a very different experience. His mind will be fighting her control always. He will do the minimum necessary to meet the specific order. A mistress who wants an unwilling slave to do something must word her order very precisely. Her slave will do exactly what she requires and no more; will resist and will try to minimise the action. For example if asked to wash up the crockery, the unwilling slave would wash up the crockery but not cutlery, nor saucepans. He would not dry up or put the crockery away. A willing slave would not have to be asked to wash up. He would wash up everything, dry it, and put it away tidily in the right places without even having to be given an order.

It does not matter what sort of trap made a willing slave. It is very significant to an unwilling slave. There are degrees of compulsion. A woman's sexual trap varies. So does the effect on an unwilling slave. The weakest traps are those that rely on the woman's natural sex appeal such as scent, breasts and lips. As such a woman ages the effect of her trap on her slaves weakens until her control may become slight or non-existent. Traps that are not related to a woman's body last longer or even her lifetime. Angela's use of clothing is an example. She could use any feminine garment that had some trace of her on it. Since she never had to touch the man her own attractiveness was unimportant. Some women thought it unfair that Angela remained devastatingly beautiful even in late middle age. She didn't need to. All Angela's slaves were willing slaves.

Slavery to a lactating woman who had given her slave less than a pint of her milk was stronger than a sexual trap and lasted for her lifetime. It could be broken and replaced by another lactating woman but not by a sexual trap. 

Deirdre the Golden Siren was and is unique. The slavery induced by her singing produced lifetime willing and ecstatic slaves even from men who had been protected from all other forms of slavery. The deaths of slaves who could not endure her order to stay more than five miles from her was a unique event. They could not live without the occasional presence of their mistress.

The events affecting the Smith family would not have happened except for the degrees of obedience in unwilling slaves. 

Jonas Smith was a rich man and successful. In his business he took risks and bought wisely. At home he was a skinflint, a miser and a cheapskate. He was also a snob. All these characteristics were important factors in his downfall and that of his only son Adam. Adam was developing his father's unpleasant traits without the business flair.

Mona, Jonas' wife, was also his mistress. Her breast trap had captured him and made him her slave. At the time he had submitted willingly because Mona's family was socially superior. Mona had trapped him and made him her husband because of his money. 

Both were regretting their union. Jonas resented her control of him. She had to order him in the strongest words possible to get him to spend the minimum money necessary to run the household. She was fighting his miserliness and uncomfortably aware that the effects of her breast trap were weakening.

There is an underground association of women who have problems controlling their unwilling slave husbands. Unwilling slaves who were not husbands were best abandoned as useless. Most women had at least one willing slave. One willing slave would happily do more for a woman than three or four unwilling ones. Husbands, especially those who were fathers, could not be discarded so easily.

Any normal slave is at risk of capture by another fertile female. It is not polite to capture someone else's husband. It is done but is a social faux-pas.

The underground association made use of that risk. Another member would arrange to capture an unwilling slave husband. That capture overrode the wife's original capture. The new mistress would order her slave into a position that enabled the wife to capture her husband back, reinforcing the slavery. It bought time for a woman whose charms were fading. The slavery was stronger than the original and her orders would be obeyed for a few months longer. Mona Smith had made use of the association's services three times but knew that her time was coming to an end. Jonas's miserliness would soon be stronger than her control.

That was the situation when Adam was close to his 18th birthday. It took all of Mona's efforts to order Jonas to acquire the services of a milker for Adam. She nearly lost her voice shouting at Jonas before he agreed.

Even then, Jonas spent the absolute minimum. He paid for the services of one of Fred's drug-laced milkers just before Fred was killed by Rachel. The milker, Mary, had held Adam to her breasts once and had failed to produce more than a teaspoonful or two. Why? Because Jonas had paid her personally to provide milk to him first. She had held Jonas to her breasts before Adam. Jonas took most of the drug and had an unpleasant day of mild hallucination.

Jonas wanted Mary to break Mona's control. That Mary had done. Jonas was now her slave, not Mona's. So was Adam. The milk induced slavery was far stronger than Mona's had been. Jonas and Adam had to obey Mary's lightest wish to the whole of their abilities.

Mona had been well aware that Jonas would spend the minimum on a milker. She had met Mary at the door and had spent a quarter of an hour with her before Jonas had his session with Mary. Mona hadn't wasted her time. Mary had agreed, for a fee, to act as Mona's agent. Mary was pleased to do it. She hadn't like Jonas off-hand treatment of her as an object needed to achieve his goals and not as a person.

Jonas was furious and horrified when Mary ordered him to obey Mona as if the commands were from Mary. He couldn't refuse and had to comply. Mary did the same to Adam. A mother couldn't enslave her son. No woman could enslave a blood relative. Yet Adam was now forced to obey his mother's slightest wish as if he were really her slave.

The next few days were bliss for Mona. Her husband and son were kept running around doing things for her. Jonas had to go to work yet he had to ring Mona every lunch time. He was strictly forbidden to flirt with his secretary. Mona hadn't objected before even though she knew about the flirtation. She issued the order just to remind Jonas how controlled he was.

The normal next step with one of Fred's drug-laced milkers would have been a few more visits to get the drug into the youth's system so he was addicted. Then the milker would have been withdrawn and further payment demanded from the parents. That didn't happen because Fred was dead.

Mary was admitted to a clinic to wean her off the drugs. All Fred's drugged milkers had the same treatment paid for by Celia and Rachel from the proceeds of Fred's business.

Mary rang Mona and told her everything. She asked for the temporary loan of Adam. Mona agreed. It would do her spoilt son good to learn how to obey a woman and if Mary was cured she could provide the full pint of milk to protect Adam. Mona was having enough fun with Jonas and was grateful to Mary.

Mary made Adam the skivvy for all the women undergoing treatment as a result of Fred's activities. He had to wash their clothes, iron them, put them away neatly. When they could think of nothing else for him to do, he had to crouch at Mary's feet as a footstool. Mary enjoyed having a personal slave that she could lend to her friends.

One of the others had a suggestion. They had all been deprived of their scent trap by Fred and couldn't force men to ejaculate. Yet as milkers they controlled men. They could order Adam to ejaculate. That would count towards the five men they needed to become fertile.

Mary tried first. She told Adam to strip. He stripped in the middle of a ward full of women. She ordered him to masturbate himself and ejaculate. He did. Mary shouted for joy. Her friends clapped and cheered.

Mary told him to wear a maid's little lace-trimmed apron and nothing else. Every hour for the rest of that day Mary would order him to obey another of her friends. That friend would tell Adam to flip up his apron and masturbate. By the end of the day all Mary's friends had added Alan as one of the men on their tally towards fertility.

At the end of the day Mary sent a drained Adam back to Mona. She reinforced her order for him to obey Mona. She gave him a letter to take to Mona that Adam should not open and should give to Mona when Jonah was not around. She also ordered him not to come on the next day and try to persuade some of his male friends to visit the clinic with him where free 'milkers' were available. She and her friends would provide free milk in exchange for a forced masturbation towards their tally.

Mona opened Mary's letter as soon as she had sent Adam out of her room. She then summoned the one so far unmentioned member of the Smith household. What happened as a result of that letter and the meeting will be told in the next tale of events in the Smith household.

The day after next Adam returned with four friends. Each was allocated to one of Mary's friends and eagerly sucked at their breasts. They didn't enjoy stripping and donning maid's aprons nor the repeated forced masturbations. Adam was included even though unnecessarily to reinforce his subjection. At the end of the day all the 'milkers' including Mary had reached the minimum five men necessary. All they had left to do was to kill a man with their sexual trap, the trap they had lost. How was this obstacle to be overcome? Each man was sent away with orders to search for a solution.

Adam, although a spoilt but changing brat, had some brains. He went to the Temple to seek advice. As a man he couldn't be admitted to the inner sanctum and his visit caused some fluttering among the priestesses. They couldn't answer Mary's dilemma and sought the advice of Deirdre and the senior priestesses. Deirdre had no idea. Apart from being a Golden Siren and therefore unique, she had no special knowledge. One of the very old priestesses had.

"You say that they are all 'milkers', young man?"

"Chemically induced ones, yes, but they are milkers."

"Then they do have a sexual trap. They can enslave men with their breast milk if it is sucked from their breasts. If they express it and give it to a man indirectly it will entrap them. It is no more effective than a scent trap, for example, so very few use it. If they have milk they enslave a man overriding all other normal traps yet they do not give the ecstatic enchantment nor the uncontrolled orgasms. Men who drink from a woman's breasts do not orgasm. Men who drink her milk away from her breast will ejaculate feverishly as with any other sexual trap. Does that solve your dilemma, young man?"

"Yes, priestess," Adam said. He lifted her wrinkled hand to his lips and kissed it. "Thank you. Thank you!"

The old priestess giggled almost girlishly.

"It has been a long time since anyone kissed my hand. That I liked."

Adam became daring. He wrapped his arms around the priestess and kissed her full on the lips. He released her and stood back.

"That was a tribute to your kindness and wisdom and for the beauty you must have been."

Deirdre smiled over the priestess's head.

"She was, Adam, she was. She had to retreat to the Temple because her beauty drove men mad. Her face was her trap. She had to cover it with veils just to walk along the street."

"That was a long time ago, Adam," added the old priestess. "I wish I'd had one slave wise enough to see beyond my appearance to what is beneath as you have just done."

"That recognition has only come because my current mistress has taught me that though abused she is still good at heart."

"I am glad to hear it, Adam, but go before we think to keep you here as our slave."

"You couldn't!" Adam retorted without thinking. "nothing overrides slavery to a woman's milk."

"I do." said Deirdre quietly. "Would you like to hear a Golden Siren sing? Go quickly before I change my mind."

Adam ran out of the Temple with Deirdre's laughter in his ears. The next day he returned to Mary and told her the priestess's advice. That made her and her friends very happy. She tried some of her expressed milk on Adam. He writhed in ecstasy on her bed. Mary was considerate. She let him lie down first.

Mary and her friends had to find suitable men to kill. The clinic helped, after a large donation from Fred's money. They had many men who were badly damaged by drug abuse. Some of the worst damaged succumbed happily to the erotic fantasies induced by the women's milk. All Fred's ex-milkers were now fertile and as long as they could produce milk could entrap men. As they were discharged one by one they rejoined the community and their families with some status above the outcasts that Fred had made them.

Jonas and Adam were still Mary's helpless slaves yet she didn't want them. Before she left the city she visited them at home and ordered them to continue to obey Mona. Mona was relieved yet had a nagging doubt. Did she want her son to remain enslaved to a milker whom she'd never see again? Would Jonas try to break his slavery again? Her breast trap was virtually useless. It was useless against Mary's control. Mary's letter had given Mona the solution but it was a drastic course of action. Would she follow Mary's advice? The next tale will reveal what Mona did. 

Appendix

Shelacta (pronounced She-Lacta) is a contemporary parallel world very similar to our own early 21st Century world except in its sexual practices.

Sexual changes have affected the human race. Young women have become forced to be sexual predators. Once a woman has reached the age of 18 she is mature but she must force five men to orgasm before she becomes potentially fertile. At least one of the five of the five men must be killed by the sexual act of the pre-fertile woman. To help her achieve this women have mutated into developing sexual traps.

If a pre-fertile woman allows a man to penetrate her she loses her sexual trap and it is very difficult for her to become mature except with the help of consenting men. If a man penetrates a mature but pre-fertile woman he becomes immune to women's sexual traps. If he penetrates a fertile woman her trap makes him her slave, whether or not conception occurs. The fertile woman controls whether she wants to conceive or not. The number of male slaves a woman has determines her status. Any of her slaves is at risk of death from a pre-fertile woman, or capture by another fertile woman. 

A woman who has lost her sexual trap is an outcast even when fertile because she has no normal means of making a man her slave.

Chastity belts for either sex are both immoral and illegal. The possession or use of such a device is a capital offence and execution is almost inevitable.

A pregnant woman freezes her status once the pregnancy is confirmed. She can immunise her male slaves against other women by wiping her pussy over their faces at least once a week. She can do this if she is actually pregnant but the pregnancy isn't yet confirmed.

A lactating woman is special. Even if she has lost her sexual trap she is attractive to men because her milk can free them. Every man who drinks a pint of her milk directly from her breasts becomes his own master again. He will be immune to sexual traps for life but from the first sip until he has drunk the whole pint he is the lactating woman's slave and that slavery overrides all others even after she ceases to produce milk. Lactation is the only way for a woman who has lost her sexual trap to achieve status.

Males under the age of 18 are taboo and incapable of arousal. The best birthday present a family can give a son is to buy the services of a lactating woman until he has drunk a pint of her milk. Women who can produce a genuine pint at one feed are rare and much sought after. Most paid 'milkers' have to have several sessions with the fortunate son until the pint has been delivered. The procedure is embarrassing to the son because until he has drunk the full pint he is the 'milker's' slave and as she is usually an outcast of low status his predicament makes him the butt of humour from his contemporaries. There have been several stage farces written around this situation. If she cannot deliver the full pint for whatever reason, he is her slave for life.

The author of these tales has limited access to view journals and magazines from Shelacta. From that access he has extracted some stories that might interest our world.



Shelacta Tales Ch. 05



If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world.

Fifth Tale: Degrees of Slavery Part Two. Maid’s Servant.

Mona has a problem. Her husband Jonas had been her unwilling slave and Mona’s sexual trap was becoming less effective. Her son Adam had shown signs of becoming a spoilt brat with his father’s unpleasant characteristics. Jonas was a miser and would only spend money when Mona ordered him as strongly as she could. She had made him spend money to buy a milker’s services for Adam’s 18th birthday but events had made that decision an unfortunate one. Jonas and Adam were now enslaved by Mary who was leaving the city. Mary had ordered the men to obey Mona. Would that order be enough if Mary were elsewhere? Even if it was, having her son Adam enslaved to his mother was not an arrangement that could continue for long. It was unnatural situation and not normally possible.

Mary had written a letter to Mona setting out a possible solution to the dilemma Mona now faced. If Mona could obtain the services of another milker who was close to her, Adam could be freed from Mary’s enslavement and protected from other women. Jonas could be enslaved by the milker who could then repeat the order for Jonas to obey Mona. The replacement milker could re-emphasise that order as often as necessary to keep Jonas in subjection and overcome his strong streak of miserliness. Mary suggested someone close to Mona who might be suitable. But was she? That Mona needed to know.

Adam was no longer such a problem. His servitude to Mary had been a salutary shock and had begun to change him. If Jonas could be controlled their son might become a decent man after all. Adam had been shaken by his encounter with Deirdre, the Golden Siren. Even her speaking voice had affected him and made him very afraid.

***

Mona thought back to the time a year ago when their household had gained another member overnight. Jonas is a highly sexed man and Mona wasn’t as keen on sex as she had been. She had ignored his flirtations. Her only real worry was that Jonas would fall for another woman’s trap but he seemed too wary to risk that. He had been visiting prostitutes. Mona refused to have any sex with him at all when she found out. (Sexual diseases are not as common on Shelacta as they are on our parallel world but they do exist. They are unpleasant but not usually fatal.) If Jonas were to be killed by a pre-fertile woman Mona might have grieved for a few days. Their relationship was that bad.

Prostitution attracts the criminal element in any society and so it was in their city. The prostitutes were recruited from women who had lost their sexual trap but were fertile. The demand was so high that illegal immigrants from third world countries were imported. If pre-fertile they were deprived of their trap by rape but only after a man had been killed by their trap. The man killed was usually an illegal who had refused to pay enough to the people smugglers. The women’s ‘owners’ would arrange for them to reach fertility, if necessary on more illegal men. Once the women were fertile but trapless they would be ‘normal’ prostitutes serving protected men who could not experience the delights induced by a woman’s sexual trap. 

Unprotected men would also use prostitutes because they had nothing to fear from the trap-deprived women. That is what Jonas did until one night when the brothel he was visiting was raided by the immigration service just after he had chosen the woman he wanted. His choice was ‘forced’. The managers of the brothel wanted him to choose the woman he did. They had placed her among a group of less attractive women. Jonas didn’t know that some of them had been deliberately made up to be unattractive.

Jonas left the reception area hand in hand with the chosen woman as the raid started. She pulled him to the back of the building and through a hidden door. Other women were rushing through as well. The immigration officers had been covering the back door but were unaware of the third exit leading to a shop front in the street behind. Jonas had parked his car in that street. He climbed into his car and was startled when the woman joined him.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Getting away,” she replied. “Not just from the raid but from the pimps. Drive! Now!”

Jonas drove away sedately as if he were a normal citizen travelling without a care in the world. He knew better than to appear to be leaving the scene of a raid at an illegal speed. Once he was a few hundred yards and several streets away he stopped the car, reached over to the back seat, and retrieved his raincoat.

“Put that on,” he ordered. “You can’t be seen like that.”

The woman looked down and gasped. She was wearing a translucent dress with her naked breasts exposed. That was everything she had in the world now that she had left the brothel.

“What am I going to do?” she sobbed. “They’ll kill me if I go back. The immigration people will deport me if I go to the authorities. All I have is this.” She plucked at the dress.

“Put my coat on.” Jonas repeated. “Then we can talk about your options.”

She put the coat on. Jonas drove out of town to a lay-by on the bypass where he stopped the car.

“I’m Jonas. You are?”

“Elaine. No. I’m not. My real name is Eva.”

“OK, Eva. You are in a fix. I think I can help you.”

“You can?” Eva was very wary. She had been promised ‘help’ before.

“I think so.”

That sounded better to Eva. A man who thought he could help was better than the men who had promised her so much before and left her as a prostitute.

“What would change the ‘think’ to a ‘can help’?” Eva asked nervously.

“A phone call to my wife.”

“A what! How will she react to a prostitute?”

“I don’t know. Anyway, you are NOT a prostitute. You retired from that career when you got into my car. I hope I can persuade her to take you on as a maid. She is constantly moaning that she needs domestic help. You could be that help until we find something better for you.”

Eva didn’t know it at the time, but Jonas was trying to save money again. An illegal immigrant with no possessions could not be choosy. He might be able to provide Mona with a maid for the cost of bed and board for Eva. He could get a limited visa for Eva that would enable her to stay in the country but only if she continued to be Mona’s maid. It would be a trap nearly as inescapable as being a prostitute.

Jonas climbed out of the car and rang Mona. It took some time to explain what he had been up to and what he intended but Mona eventually agreed, not because Jonas asked her, but because she felt sorry for Eva.

Jonas drove Eva to the Smith’s home. Mona took pity on the shivering Eva and whisked her off to the kitchen for a cup of tea. She found some clothes for Eva in the bags destined for the next charity jumble sale. Once Eva had showered and changed even into some one else’s cast offs she felt that she might have really escaped. 

Eva was fertile and still had her sexual trap. Her owners had left her with it because they intended her to capture Jonas and then order him to transfer money to them. Once Jonas had been bled dry both he and Eva would have been killed. Jonas would have died in a pre-fertile woman’s trap. Eva knew that she would die but hoped she might have been able to escape through her control of Jonas. The raid on the brothel had aborted the whole plan. If as Eva hoped, the brothel owners would be imprisoned or deported she was really free – if she could remain in the country.

Eva decided that telling Mona the whole truth was the easiest way to test the possibility of refuge in the Smiths’ household. She didn’t trust Jonas. 

Mona was horrified, not just about what had been planned for Jonas, but also for the situation Eva had been in. While reserving judgement on Eva’s suitability as an accomplice in thwarting Jonas, Mona decided that the best course of action for both of them was to pretend to play along with him.

Mona listened carefully to Jonas’s edited ‘explanation’ of how he came to bring a nearly naked girl home with him. She expressed indignation but not too much. She showed concern for Eva’s plight yet informed Jonas that his story was not wholly credible. She reluctantly agreed to his proposal that Eva should become her maid.

Over the next few days Mona watched Eva and Jonas carefully for signs of collusion. She saw that Jonas knew nothing at all about Eva, neither did Eva know about Jonas except such information that would have been available to any member of the public who asked. Eva behaved reasonably and showed that she was willing to perform the duties of a maid to the best of her ability.

Jonas’ influence ensured that Eva obtained the necessary limited work permit restricted to employment in the Smiths’ household. If Eva left that job she would have to leave the country as well. It was a different kind of slavery, but slavery it was.

Eva and Mona pretended that Mona was a strict mistress. Jonas was pleased that Mona was pleased. He had provided Mona with the maid she wanted at the lowest possible cost. All Eva would get for her work would be bed, board and the minimum pocket money.

Mona and Eva became conspirators against Jonas. Mona insisted that Jonas submitted to her breast trap every Sunday night. She was never sure what he might have done in the previous week. Eva suggested that Mona increase the frequency to twice a week ‘because Mona didn’t believe Jonas’ story about rescuing Eva’. Mona added Wednesday nights to Jonas’ ordeal. 

Jonas was not aware that Eva still had her sexual trap. Mona and Eva kept him in ignorance. Eva’s sexual trap works by putting her hand over the man’s mouth. If she did it for a second or two the man would have an intensely warm feeling between his legs and a feeling of weakness. If she held her hand in place for ten seconds or more then her trap was fully triggered and the man would continue to repeated orgasms and eventually a blissful sleep. Yet once Eva’s hand touched the man’s mouth he could not remove her hand. Only she could control how long she covered his mouth.

Every Wednesday and Sunday Eva would ‘accidentally’ put her hand over Jonas’ mouth. She would order him to forget that her trap had caught him and even that she had a trap. Jonas insisted that Eva dress in a formal maid’s uniform every evening. She wore a calf length black dress, a lace apron with a large floppy bow and a lace cap. Evening meals in the Smith household were formal. Eva would serve the meal. At the end of the meal on Wednesdays and Sundays Eva would wait until Adam left the room. He did that as soon as he could because he hated the formality. Then Eva would start to clear the meal away. Standing behind Jonas she would reach past him to remove the crockery but her hand would clamp across his mouth reducing Jonas to an impotent silence as he slipped under her control and surrendered to the ecstasy of sexual fulfilment.

Mona would watch with glee as her husband twitched uncontrollably under Eva’s power. He couldn’t understand why his sexual drive appeared impaired and why he didn’t need the sexual adventures he had previously sought outside the home. That night he would be claimed by Mona’s breast trap that seemed to control him more than it had. He couldn’t understand how Mona could order him to spend so much money. He didn’t realise that her control was renewed twice weekly. 

He complained to Mona that he kept having daydreams about Eva. He felt that Eva in her maid’s uniform was sitting astride his chest as he lay on his back on the floor. He felt unable to move as if his hands had been tied to his side and his ankles tied together. While he struggled to free himself Eva slowly edged up his body until the hem of her black dress touched his face. Eva would lift the dress and slide further forward until his head was clamped between her legs. She would lean forward pressing her pussy over his face in the warm scented darkness under her clothes until he sensed that his breathing would be cut off. At that point he would start orgasming violently and be unaware of anything except frequent and overwhelming sexual gratification which left him drained.

Mona reassured him that it was just his fevered imagination and offered her breasts to banish the nightmare. Jonas would sink into her cleavage and pass into unconsciousness as Mona’s breast trap engulfed him again. Weakened by Eva’s control he couldn’t resist Mona’s control either. He felt that he was being smothered between the two women and drowning in their soft skin.

Eventually even this collusion between Mona and Eva failed to maintain Mona’s control. They agreed that the only solution was for Eva to take over Jonas wholly. They waited until Adam was away for a couple of weeks. The first evening after Adam had left Eva acted. She held her hand across Jonas’ mouth for a full thirty seconds. At the end of his trap induced ejaculations the women had to drag him off to bed. He stayed there in a blissful unconsciousness for three days. Mona told his office that Jonas had caught a flu bug. When he recovered Eva ordered him to obey Mona in all things. To his intense annoyance he had to comply.

Every time he showed signs of resistance Mona’s hand would quell the rebellion. He was now aware that the recurrent daydream had been a reality and that he was condemned to be his maid’s slave. His resentment was intense but Eva’s control was far too strong for him. Every attempt at even minor resistance was thwarted by Eva’s hand on his mouth. Jonas was helplessly twitching on the floor at Eva’s feet several times a day until he accepted that he was wholly enslaved. 

Mona and Eva found another quirk of sexual traps. That discovery is another tale.

Eva and Mona exploited their new stronger control of Jonas. Eva would order Jonas to dress in her hated maid’s uniform and take over her duties. He had to do all the mundane tasks he had wanted Eva to do. He had to cook, clean, make beds, wash, iron, and keep the house in perfect order as well as carry out his normal employment. 

After serving the evening meal to Mona and Eva, Jonas was ordered to crawl under the table and tongue their pussies until they were satisfied. Only then was he allowed to eat the congealed meal he had served for himself.

The two women might have found further humiliations for Jonas except that they were making experiments of their own. They might have enforced the control but events overtook them.

That was the situation until Mary came as Adam’s milker. That caused a crisis, which was partially resolved as recounted in the previous episode of the events of the Smith household.

Appendix

Shelacta (pronounced She-Lacta) is a contemporary parallel world very similar to our own early 21st Century world except in its sexual practices.

Sexual changes have affected the human race. Young women have become forced to be sexual predators. Once a woman has reached the age of 18 she is mature but she must force five men to orgasm before she becomes potentially fertile. At least one of the five of the five men must be killed by the sexual act of the pre-fertile woman. To help her achieve this women have mutated into developing sexual traps.

If a pre-fertile woman allows a man to penetrate her she loses her sexual trap and it is very difficult for her to become mature except with the help of consenting men. If a man penetrates a mature but pre-fertile woman he becomes immune to women’s sexual traps. If he penetrates a fertile woman her trap makes him her slave, whether or not conception occurs. The fertile woman controls whether she wants to conceive or not. The number of male slaves a woman has determines her status. Any of her slaves is at risk of death from a pre-fertile woman, or capture by another fertile woman. 

A woman who has lost her sexual trap is an outcast even when fertile because she has no normal means of making a man her slave.

Chastity belts for either sex are both immoral and illegal. The possession or use of such a device is a capital offence and execution is almost inevitable.

A pregnant woman freezes her status once the pregnancy is confirmed. She can immunise her male slaves against other women by wiping her pussy over their faces at least once a week. She can do this if she is actually pregnant but the pregnancy isn’t yet confirmed.

A lactating woman is special. Even if she has lost her sexual trap she is attractive to men because her milk can free them. Every man who drinks a pint of her milk directly from her breasts becomes his own master again. He will be immune to sexual traps for life but from the first sip until he has drunk the whole pint he is the lactating woman’s slave and that slavery overrides all others even after she ceases to produce milk. Lactation is the only way for a woman who has lost her sexual trap to achieve status.

Males under the age of 18 are taboo and incapable of arousal. The best birthday present a family can give a son is to buy the services of a lactating woman until he has drunk a pint of her milk. Women who can produce a genuine pint at one feed are rare and much sought after. Most paid ‘milkers’ have to have several sessions with the fortunate son until the pint has been delivered. The procedure is embarrassing to the son because until he has drunk the full pint he is the ‘milker’s’ slave and as she is usually an outcast of low status his predicament makes him the butt of humour from his contemporaries. There have been several stage farces written around this situation. If she cannot deliver the full pint for whatever reason, he is her slave for life.

The author of these tales has limited access to view journals and magazines from Shelacta. From that access he has extracted some stories that might interest our world.



Shelacta Tales Ch. 06



If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world.

Sixth Tale: Sexual Roulette

Many men on Shelacta are immune to women's sexual traps. This is good for the man in one sense. He is his own master. There is a downside. Sex given by a woman's sexual trap is always completely satisfying. Normal sex, like sex on our world, varies from the sublime to the boring and most normal sexual experience is not as good as it might be.

Men like to take risks. If there is good satisfying sex to be had they will take stupid risks. That explains why most pre-fertile women have no difficulty in finding five men to force to ejaculation and thus become fertile themselves. So what if one of those five men has to die? The man always thinks that he will be one of the four who will survive. Perhaps he will, with the first pre-fertile woman. Or the second. But if he allows himself to be trapped by ten pre-fertile women, the statistics are against him surviving all ten. Yet men continue to take such risks.

Some men refuse to play that game with the long-term odds loaded against them. They take a different risk which does not have death as part of the stake.

Almost all women have a sexual trap. That trap will enslave a man unless he has immunity. If he is another woman's slave the new woman's sexual trap will replace the original slavery with a new one. But there is a way to experience a woman's sexual trap without becoming her slave. It has dangers but they are not fatal dangers.

If a protected man, or a man who is already some woman's slave, freely consents to submit to another woman's sexual trap then he can enjoy the release and sexual satisfaction of that trap if the woman refuses to become aroused by his submission. On our world the closest parallel would be a man holding back so that the woman can achieve multiple orgasm. It can be done but it ain't easy!

If the woman accidentally becomes aroused then the man's freely given submission overrides his protected status and he will be enslaved. If the woman says that she will not be aroused she might be overestimating her ability or – she might be lying. 'All's fair in love and war' applies in Shelacta too. If a woman wants a man who is protected she might offer her sexual trap for his enjoyment. Once he has submitted and overridden his protection – surprise – she couldn't hold back. He is now her slave and cannot reverse that.

The different types of sexual trap have different parameters. It might appear to be easy for a woman who does not have actual contact with a man to maintain an aloof state. Women who have breast traps, pussy traps, lip traps would find it much more difficult than a woman with a foot trap who just has to place her foot on the man's face. 

Angela, who had the clothing trap that would work even when she was some distance away, would have seemed to be an ideal person for the sexual game of roulette. The man touched her clothing, not Angela. There should be no risk that Angela would become aroused. Wrong. There was a risk. Angela enjoyed seeing men in helpless paroxysms wrapped in her clothing. She could restrain that arousal but there was another danger. Angela's trap was so strong and so effective that even if she wasn't aroused the man's will was completely swamped by her trap. No man who willingly submitted to Angela could avoid becoming her slave. No man who was unprotected could avoid becoming her slave. It has been said but never proven that some protected men became her slaves despite their protection. If true it might have been because subconsciously they wanted to be Angela's slave and thus inadvertently submitted. 

If the man was in a stable relationship, for example if he was married, if he inadvertently became another woman's slave could get his wife to use her own sexual trap on him and claim him back. If the new woman had genuinely not intended to claim him that was the honourable solution.

Once Jonas Smith had become protected by Mary's milk he evaded Eva's next trap. Then he used Eva to play these sexual games in the privacy of his own home. Eva's sexual trap is employed by putting her hand over the man's mouth. She used to give Jonas seven seconds and no more. That would bring him to as much of the sexual trap as he could enjoy without succumbing wholly to it. They had worked out the seven-second limit by trial and error. 

Three times after Jonas had sought protection but entered another slavery caused by Mary's milk he lost his useless freedom to Eva. He sought Mona's weak breast trap to nullify his slavery to Eva. From the time Jonas became protected until Eva became a milker she never overstepped the bounds by issuing any further unsuitable commands to Jonas while he was enslaved to her. The only command she gave was for him to go to Mona and seek Mona's trap.

What Jonas never understood and many men who risked their liberty for sexual gratification didn't realise were that repeated voluntary submission to the SAME woman eroded their protection against that woman's trap. Jonas never reached that point with Eva because other things happened before he became unable to resist Eva.

One of Adam's friends found out about the erosion of his will. James was a student of electronics at the local University. He was destined to join the family electronics company when he graduated and eventually would be one of the directors. He made friends with a woman attending a non-graduate course on the campus for classroom assistants. Fawn was an older woman in her mid thirties. James was twenty. They met in the University canteen by accident because they had to share the only free table. They exchanged small talk and agreed to meet again. They had found each other pleasant company. Neither thought anything of their relationship except as mutual sounding boards.

Fawn was vulnerable because she had recently lost her husband who had died in a pre-fertile woman's trap. The woman hadn't intended to kill. Barry, Fawn's husband had an undiagnosed heart defect, and the shock of the woman's trap had been too much.

James had been trapped twice by fellow pre-fertile female students. That was almost inevitable in a student society on Shelacta. He had enjoyed their traps but didn't want to die young. He talked to Fawn about his fears. One thing led to another and Fawn offered him her trap. Her trap was her hair. She had long tawny brown hair that reached halfway down her back when she let it loose. Her trap operated as soon as a man's face touched her hair and became more intense depending on how much of his head was covered by her hair.

Fawn thought that she could restrain herself from arousal. After all, James was a mere youth compared with her. She felt motherly towards him, didn't she? She was deluding herself but her willpower was sufficient. She held herself in check while James thrashed like a landed fish beside her. At night, alone in bed, she enjoyed reliving his surrender to her. In her own room she could imagine James as her slave, willing and docile. Each time she used her trap on James she had to exert her self-control more strongly.

However James was finding that Fawn's sexual trap was addictive. Each time he submitted to her was easier and deeper. As he started to feel the effect of her trap he felt her scented hair wrap over his face, her hands caress his body, her lips press against his, her tongue slide into his mouth and force his tongue aside. Fawn would sit absolutely still as James' imagination ran riot.

One evening in her flat Fawn was sitting still, her lips pressed tightly together, her hands folded primly across her skirted lap as James writhed in the trap of her hair.

Yet she didn't know how deeply James was sinking under her spell. While she controlled herself fiercely he was surrendering himself wholly to his imagination of her. Her breasts were spreading across his chest. His face moved down between them. He tongued and nibbled at her nipples. He smothered himself in her cleavage. He kissed her navel. Daringly he moved his mouth between her thighs and licked at the soft flesh before moving upwards to the fringe of her pussy's hair. There was a faint warning in his mind that he should not actually approach her pussy but as he came closer the warning became fainter.

Some women have the ability to detect the exact moment when a man becomes her slave. Luckily for her, Deirdre the Golden Siren didn't have it. The sensations at the fatal concert would have overwhelmed her and possibly driven her mad. Fawn had that ability and suddenly knew that James was very close to the point of no return. How that was possible didn't matter. Fawn reacted instantly and lifted her hands to James' hair enwrapped head to break the trap. Unfortunately James' brain detected her hands as pushing him against her pussy. He was swamped by the sensation and succumbed to Fawn's trap.

Fawn felt his surrender. That triggered an orgasm in her. She pulled his head from her hair and thrust it down to her lap. With one hand she pulled up her skirt as with the other she pushed his head against her naked pussy. Her skirt dropped over James and both of them shuddered in paroxysms of sexual fulfilment. Fawn recovered first and was horrified. James was still jerking against her. She now had a slave that she had never intended to have. How could she retrieve the situation?

James didn't want the situation retrieved. He was Fawn's willing slave and totally enraptured by her. Once he had surrendered to her trap he wanted to surrender again and again. Fawn was weak-willing enough, as she put it to herself, to let him. Every time James was her helpless slave she was on a sexual high. Even when he wasn't with her the knowledge that she owned an attractive younger man gave her self-confidence and validated her sexuality. Fawn knew she should break the bonds that bound James to her, but not yet. Another day, another week – that wouldn't harm him, surely?

Adam's proposal of the services of a free 'milker' brought Fawn to the realisation that it was now or never. She sent James with Adam with a strict order that James was to drink the milk. After James had left she broke down in floods of tears. She knew that she had made the right decision for both of them yet she would lose James.

When James' milker left the clinic and vanished, James returned to Fawn. He hadn't really left but their sexual experiments had ended. Now he wanted to start them again. Fawn resisted but her own need overrode her caution for James.

They sat down on her settee for another session. Now that James was protected by breast milk they thought their play would be safe. James rested his face against Fawn's hair. She screamed out loud as she felt him surrender to her sexual trap instantaneously. His freely given submission had nullified his protection. He was helplessly lost in Fawn's trap and experiencing her body controlling his. He moved to her rhythm. She abandoned herself to sexual arousal as soon as she knew James was enslaved again. There was nothing she could do to reverse his slavery so she enjoyed it.

Fawn pushed James unresisting body flat on the settee loosened and removed his trousers and lowered herself on to his thrusting hips. She rode him almost like a bucking bronco until his movements slowed to a more normal speed. By that time Fawn herself was spent. She had orgasmed over and over again with a young man's insatiable prick buried in her and thrusting so hard that she was bumped into the air.

She collapsed across his torso and fell into a satiated sleep as he continued to drive into her. When she woke it was hours later and she was still being penetrated by a gently moving erection. She lifted her head and gazed down at James' closed eyes. She leant forward to kiss his closed lips. Her hair brushed across his face.

James spasmed back into action. His hands grasped her buns and forced her down on to him. Fawn squealed as she realised she had triggered her trap again. She screamed as he pounded into her sore pussy. By the time he slowed down again she was sobbing uncontrollably. She eased herself off him gently keeping her hair well away from his head. She crawled away to her bathroom to anoint her sore and abraded skin. She looked back at James still thrusting into an imaginary Fawn. His prick was bright red and even bleeding slightly from the friction it had endured.

She walked back to James very gingerly. She spread a duvet over his still twitching body before seeking her own bed. She slept until morning waking with a feeling that she had been run over by a heavy truck. As she went to the kitchen to make coffee and toast she saw that James had fallen into a deep sleep. She left him to rest and went shopping. 

She walked into a chemists and asked to speak to the pharmacist. She wanted the chemical that would make her lactate but she wanted to know how quickly it would work. The lady pharmacist explained that it was preferable to take a three day course of tablets because that avoided breast pain as the milk glands were stimulated. In emergencies, such as a wife wanting to reclaim a husband enslaved by a milker, a quick acting injection could be self administered. The downside was that the breasts became inflamed and painful rather like severe mastitis. The first flow of milk might have to be manually expressed and that would be painful like hitting a severe bruise. The impact of the strong drug would be present in the milk. It might cause the man to lactate as well. That would be painful and embarrassing to him but men's milk had no special properties.

There was a compromise. A liquid preparation would produce milk within twenty-four hours. The woman would feel uncomfortable but would be unlikely to experience pain. What did Fawn want to do?

While Fawn was contemplating the alternatives the pharmacist, who up to now had spoken in professional tones, leant forward and whispered in her ear.

"I shouldn't say this, but why should you endure pain for something that is the man's fault? Use the liquid IF you can keep the man controlled until it works. Control doesn't have to be sexual. Handcuffs and a chain to a bed are enough and would teach him a lesson."

"Handcuffs?" Fawn whispered back. "Where would I get them?"

"There is a sex shop four doors down. They stock them."

"I'll take the liquid," Fawn said aloud. She drank it in the pharmacist's office. 

She went to the sex shop and bought three pairs of fur lined handcuffs, some plastic covered chain and a padlock.

When James came to about five o'clock in the evening he needed soothing ointment almost all over his body. He couldn't apply it himself because he had been handcuffed and chained to Fawn's bed. He didn't know how. Fawn never told him that she had persuaded four women students to help carry James to her bed. They thought it was a great joke that someone as old as Fawn had trapped a stud like James.

Fawn applied the ointment carefully. Her hair had been severely put up and covered with a tightly wrapped headscarf. She dare not let her hair touch James. She was afraid that either she or James would not survive another session with her trap so soon. 

She had to nurse James. He was so battered by their lovemaking that he needed strong painkillers. Fawn gave him a blanket bath, brought a camping toilet to the side of the bed and let him have sufficient slack on the chair to use it. He didn't even question the handcuffs. He was Fawn's slave, and a willing one. Whatever she wanted to do she could do. He wouldn't object.

Fawn started to feel her breasts filling up by the afternoon of the next day. By the evening she was ready to give her breasts to James. She asked him to sit up in bed before she bared her breasts. She still had her hair tightly wrapped. She presented one breast to James' mouth and ordered him to suck. As his mouth touched she felt her milk spurt from her in a strong stream. The unoccupied breast began to leak and a trickle ran down her. She swapped breasts, dabbing at the drops of milk still exuding from her glands. The second breast spurted into James' mouth. At this rate Fawn might produce the whole pint necessary to protect James in this single feed.

Suddenly she snatched her breast away from his mouth. She didn't want James to be protected or free from her. He'd nullify that protection by surrendering to the first attractive girl to offer the use of her trap. She wanted James as her slave until he had learned caution.

James remained Fawn's slave until he graduated. He had taken Fawn home to meet his parents at the first holiday. He didn't notice that Fawn had long talks with his mother or that they seemed too friendly. Fawn promised his mother that she would protect James until he graduated but that she would release him then. Fawn kept that promise and delivered the milk necessary to protect James on his last night with her. On his return home he met the 'girl next door' whose family had been friendly with his family for years. At his homecoming party the girl offered him the use of her trap. By the end of the evening he was enslaved and engaged. Fawn attended their marriage as a friend of the family and met one of James' uncles who was widowed. A couple of months later Fawn became James' aunt. 

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Appendix

Shelacta (pronounced She-Lacta) is a contemporary parallel world very similar to our own early 21st Century world except in its sexual practices.

Sexual changes have affected the human race. Young women have become forced to be sexual predators. Once a woman has reached the age of 18 she is mature but she must force five men to orgasm before she becomes potentially fertile. At least one of the five of the five men must be killed by the sexual act of the pre-fertile woman. To help her achieve this women have mutated into developing sexual traps.

If a pre-fertile woman allows a man to penetrate her she loses her sexual trap and it is very difficult for her to become mature except with the help of consenting men. If a man penetrates a mature but pre-fertile woman he becomes immune to women's sexual traps. If he penetrates a fertile woman her trap makes him her slave, whether or not conception occurs. The fertile woman controls whether she wants to conceive or not. The number of male slaves a woman has determines her status. Any of her slaves is at risk of death from a pre-fertile woman, or capture by another fertile woman. 

A woman who has lost her sexual trap is an outcast even when fertile because she has no normal means of making a man her slave.

Chastity belts for either sex are both immoral and illegal. The possession or use of such a device is a capital offence and execution is almost inevitable.

A pregnant woman freezes her status once the pregnancy is confirmed. She can immunise her male slaves against other women by wiping her pussy over their faces at least once a week. She can do this if she is actually pregnant but the pregnancy isn't yet confirmed.

A lactating woman is special. Even if she has lost her sexual trap she is attractive to men because her milk can free them. Every man who drinks a pint of her milk directly from her breasts becomes his own master again. He will be immune to sexual traps for life but from the first sip until he has drunk the whole pint he is the lactating woman's slave and that slavery overrides all others even after she ceases to produce milk. Lactation is the only way for a woman who has lost her sexual trap to achieve status.

Males under the age of 18 are taboo and incapable of arousal. The best birthday present a family can give a son is to buy the services of a lactating woman until he has drunk a pint of her milk. Women who can produce a genuine pint at one feed are rare and much sought after. Most paid 'milkers' have to have several sessions with the fortunate son until the pint has been delivered. The procedure is embarrassing to the son because until he has drunk the full pint he is the 'milker's' slave and as she is usually an outcast of low status his predicament makes him the butt of humour from his contemporaries. There have been several stage farces written around this situation. If she cannot deliver the full pint for whatever reason, he is her slave for life.




Shelacta Tales Ch. 07



If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world.

Seventh Tale: Degrees of Slavery Pt. 3 - Mistress and Maid

Mary's letter to Mona (see fourth and fifth tales) suggested that Mona should ask Eva to become a milker and offer the freedom that her milk could give to both Jonas and Adam. Mary went on to say that Eva should really give Adam his protection but stop short of freeing Jonas. If Eva ordered Jonas to obey Mona, as Mary had already done, Jonas's slavery could be continued indefinitely despite Mona's weakening breast trap.

Mona had been reluctant to follow this advice because she was afraid that Eva would be the real ruler of the Smith household and Mona a puppet figurehead. She didn't trust Eva's motives. While Mary's milk and order to Jonas held, Mona could wait to see how Eva behaved.

Eventually Mona and Eva became conspirators against Jonas and friends. If that were all, Mona would have happily followed Eva's advice. But that was not all.

Many women on Shelacta felt that it was unfair that men could experience ultimate sex in a woman's sexual trap, yet such blissful experiences were not available to women. The best women could experience was normal sex, the high that came with experiencing a total control over a man, or best, the orgasm that came when a man died by her sexual trap. The last came only once in a normal woman's life.

Women, being human and curious, experimented with ways to reach the sexual satisfaction that men could have. Some ordered their slaves to arouse their mistresses with particular acts that were especially pleasing. That could be good and sometimes even great but it still had overtones of masturbation. The man was being directed at every step. 'Willing' slaves could learn how best to please their mistress and would act spontaneously.

Women could also take advantage of a man's actions while entrapped, as Fawn did with James. That could have unfortunate consequences. Fawn was walking bowlegged for a week after she had ridden James.

About seventy years ago a couple of women found a way to reach the sexual excess enjoyed by trapped men. It was known that protected men could voluntarily submit to a woman and she could offer him the use of her sexual trap. IF she remained un-aroused, he would retain his protection. If she became aroused, his submission overrode his protection and he would be enslaved. Many men were enslaved either because the woman genuinely couldn't restrain her arousal, or because whatever she promised beforehand, once he had submitted she had no intention of letting a willing male escape. 

The daring pair of women decided to see whether a woman could experience another woman's sexual trap by voluntary submission. Gay or homosexual women (and men) were not rare on Shelacta but seventy years ago society was not as enlightened about such things as it pretends to be now.

Although the women are claimed as lesbian icons, recent research suggests that they were actually heterosexual women who just wanted to see if they could have as much enjoyment as the men. 'Curious' rather than lesbian might have been a better description of them.

They found that a woman could succumb to another woman's sexual trap by voluntary submission. Both women had breast traps. It took strength of will on the donor's part to remain unmoved by the trapped woman's sexual bliss but they managed it for a couple of years until they came close to the point where neither had any resistance to each other. One became the other's slave; the first enslaved woman in Shelacta's history.

The 'Mistress' was devastated. She didn't want a female slave. She wanted to continue to exchange the sexual ecstasy that they had shared. She ordered her slave to offer the breast trap and lost herself in it thus enslaving herself as well. The situation was almost farcical. Both were slaves; both were mistresses. They became addicted to each other's trap to such an extent that they forget the basics of human survival such as eating and drinking. Eventually they were reported to the Temple and brought there in a near comatose state. They were separated and nursed back to health. Their mutual dependence was such that the priestesses could not keep them apart without risking their lives. The authorities of the Temple regulated their love making to each being the slave on alternate nights and keeping apart on Sunday nights.

The two women were studied and their condition was well documented. News leaked out from the Temple and other women experimented who didn't have the same strength of will, nor were so equally matched. Some found disaster. Breast traps worked well for women. Other traps could be very dangerous. Rules were devised rather like the parameters of the game of 'paper, scissors, stone'. Usually women with the same trap were suitable partners. Lip traps were not. Several pairs of women died when then trapped each other with lip traps. If one woman had a lip trap she could pull her lips away and end the sexual enchantment. If both had, neither could evade the others' lips and they died from over stimulation of their sexual urges. Scent traps were equally disastrous. Pussy traps were suitable if the partners did NOT do 69. If they did: they died. 

Mona became excited by Eva's control of Jonas and Adam with her hand on mouth trap. Mona wanted to experience the sexual highs that she could see her husband and son enjoy. She resisted the urge for several weeks before confessing what she desired to Eva as the two men were writhing side by side under Eva's hands.

"Do you really want to be as helpless as this, Mona?" Eva asked quietly. "You know that they are completely overwhelmed by my trap?"

"Yes," said Mona firmly. "I want to experience the height of pleasure that you give them."

"You know it is dangerous?"

"Yes, Eva, but I have come to trust you."

Eva laughed. "Trust me? An ex-prostitute who has enslaved your husband and son? You must be mad, Mona."

"No, Eva, not mad." Mona replied. "If you had wanted to, you could have turned both of them against me at any time. You control them, not me. They only obey me because YOU order them to. If I didn't already trust you I would be helpless against you anyway. Even if I become your slave in reality my real status in this household will be no different. Everything I have, I have because you let me keep it."

"I hadn't thought of it like that, Mona," said Eva. "It is true, isn't it?"

Mona nodded.

"Yet I work for you and I am grateful to you for letting me stay despite Jonas' palpable lies about how he met me."

"I wanted you to work with me against Jonas. I needed an ally and friend. That you have been, Eva, and still are."

"You would risk letting me be your mistress?"

"You are my mistress now, Eva. You have control." Mona looked pointedly at the two men who were now in an exhausted sleep.

"Then come here and experience what they feel. No. Leave them here. We'll go to your bedroom. THEY writhe on the hard floor. You deserve silken sheets and comfort."

Mona lay on the bed. Eva sat beside her.

"Last chance to say 'No'. You are sure, Mona? This is what you really want?"

Mona nodded. Eva's hand pressed over Mona's mouth. Mona slumped against the pillows and her hips began a slow pumping which gradually became stronger. Eva removed her hand after only five seconds. She lay down beside Mona and closed her eyes thinking about anything except sex. She opened her eyes again when Mona stirred and mumbled.

"Mona? Mona!"

Mona opened her eyes. She looked at Eva.

"Wow!"

"Wow?"

"Yes. Wow! I have never experienced anything as exhilarating as that. If I were to score Jonas' love-making on a scale of one to ten he might once or twice have reached seven. On the same scale that was five hundred."

Eva giggled. "Only five hundred? I must be losing my touch."

"It was beyond anything I expected. I can understand why men rush into women's sexual traps. Personally I wouldn't want to do that more than once a month. I couldn't stand the strain more often because I'm not as young as I was but I'd be counting the days, hours and minutes until the month was up."

"Then we have a date for a month's time. OK?"

"Yes. Thank you, Eva."

"And what about me?" Eva said musingly. "If what you say is true, I am missing a lot."

"You could use my breast trap. It isn't what it was but it still works. Compared with the score of five hundred for your trap I think mine can still reach a hundred at least."

"You are sure?"

"Go for it, Eva. My trap is weak and will get weaker."

Mona pulled her clothing aside and showed her breasts. Eva bent forward and buried her face in Mona's cleavage. Mona wrapped her arms around Eva's head and pulled her deeper. Eva's body twitched and struggled to pull away. Mona held her tightly and Eva's struggle changed to a settled rhythm. Mona kept still for half an hour while Eva climaxed again and again. Mona relaxed her hold and pulled Eva into a resting position. She left Eva sleeping.

Mona made two cups of coffee. While it was cooling she checked on the men. They were still unconscious on the floor. Mona sipped her coffee until Eva began to move.

"Eva?"

"Mmm?"

"Eva? Are you awake? There's some coffee for you."

"Coffee?"

Eva opened her eyes and focussed on Mona.

"One hundred, you said?"

"Yes."

"You were wrong. I don't know what you felt in my trap but what I felt in yours was easily worth five hundred. I have never, never known such a wonderful time."

"I'm pleased you liked it, Eva. Coffee?"

"Yes, please."

From then onwards Mona and Eva used each other's sexual traps. Mona trapped Eva several times a week. Eva trapped Mona only once a month. Although they watched themselves carefully neither saw any signs of weakening in their resistance to each other. It may have helped that the fantasies each experienced were heterosexual. They used each other's bodies as a means to an end, not because of attraction to the other's body. They were friends and allies against the Smith men, not lovers.

Meanwhile there had been developments in the Smith household. Mona and Eva had been shopping together when Eva recognised Camille, one of her former colleagues from the brothel, sweeping the shopping mall. She discussed with Mona what to do. They agreed to invite Camille to the Smiths' house for coffee and a chat. Eva approached Camille discreetly. Camille agreed to visit them that evening.

When she arrived she said:

"I can be Camille with you but that isn't the name I work under. I'm still illegal. Don't give me away, please."

"We won't Camille," said Mona. "Couldn't you have got a better job than a cleaner?"

"Not as an illegal and trapless. I could be a prostitute again but now I keep all the money I earn. I end up with more than I did from the brothel. The pimps and the smugglers took nearly every penny."

"Do you know where any of the others are?" Eva asked.

"Yes. Three of them. Aurora works as a cook's help in a burger bar. Larissa is a cleaner in an old people's home. She's lucky. She gets a room as well. Gida is luckier still. She kept her trap and now has three slaves supporting her. The slaves run a dry-cleaning shop. She stays behind the scenes and does the mending but she owns the shop, or rather one of the slaves does. As an illegal she can't own anything."

"What were they before they came here?" Mona asked.

"We were all business graduates," Eva cut in. "We hoped to get good jobs here. We were qualified enough and we all spoke good English yet we fell for the smugglers' and pimps' promises and ended up in a brothel."

"So you knew each other before you came to the brothel?"

"Knew of each other might be better," said Camille. "Gida graduated three years ahead of me. Aurora was two years ahead and Larissa one year. Eva was two years behind me, weren't you?"

"Yes. We all went through the same course. I think we all got firsts. I know Camille and I did."

"The others did too," added Camille.

Mona was horrified.

"So we have five first class business degree holders here as illegals doing stupid jobs?"

"Yes, Mona," said Camille, "Because we are illegal immigrants. We all tried to get work permits but failed."

"Eva." said Mona, "how good are these women and you at business?"

"We're the best our country produced. If we had stayed we would be working for international companies."

"OK. Camille? Can you get the other three here on Saturday?"

"Yes, I suppose so. Why?"

"I'm going to persuade, no; Eva and I are going to persuade, my husband to employ all five of you in his company on temporary management student work permits until we can get you permanent ones."

"Why?"

"Why? Because you will earn much more than you are doing now; because you will no longer be illegal; because our company will benefit from some new talent that might give it a boost; and because Eva and I will tell Jonas he has to employ you. He can't refuse his mistresses."

Mona stopped. She looked at Eva.

"You think it's a good idea too, don't you?"

"It would be wonderful but..."

"No buts. We'll do it."

They did. Jonas resisted as much as he could and insisted on interviewing the five women as he would any potential recruits. What he heard overrode his caution. He employed all five not as students but as management trainees. The visas were no problem with the company's backing. What Jonas really hated was Eva's insistence that all the other four women moved in to the Smiths' house. He started searching for a way to escape from Eva's control.

Mona re-read Mary's letter and decided it was time to implement it. She and the other five women set up a dungeon in the basement. It was equipped with an exercise bench to which Jonas, or Adam, could be tied in any position needed. The six women used their imagination and Jonas' charge card to add extras to the dungeon.

Eva bought the tablets to induce milk. When she was lactating she used her hand over Jonas' mouth. When he was entranced the women carried him to the dungeon and tied him to the bench. Mona fitted a metal bit to his mouth that kept his teeth apart. It arched away to leave a wide opening.

Eva trapped Adam as well. The women tied Adam up on his bed and left him there. Just before she was about to visit Jonas, Eva returned to Adam and trapped him again. He writhed ecstatically but helplessly in his bonds as Eva descended to the basement to find Jonas awake and fuming. Mona, Camille, Aurora, Larissa and Gida were watching him.

Eva opened her blouse, reached her hands behind her and unfastened her bra. Her breasts showed tiny drops of milk. Jonas' eyes opened wide in alarm. He had been trying to resist Eva's sexual trap. Resistance to her milk would be impossible. He tugged at his bonds as she bent over him.

Gida and Aurora held his head still as Eva pushed her breast into his mouth. He tried to close his lips but all he did was squeeze her breast. Milk flowed to the back of his mouth. He tried not to swallow but Camille pinched his nostrils flat. He spluttered and the milk was gone. He was enslaved to Eva until he could find another milker.

Eva stood up, refastened her bra and closed her blouse. She had given Jonas a bare taste of milk, enough to enslave him but a long, long way from the pint he would need to be free from her and protected.

She took Camille with her up to Adam's room. Camille held Adam's head as Eva fed him with as much milk as she could produce. It wasn't a pint but must have been more than half a pint. Adam didn't fight Eva. He sucked at her breasts as if she were offering him hope. She was.

Eva reinforced her orders to Jonas. He must obey her immediately. If she wasn't around he must obey orders from Mona. When not at work he must obey Aurora, Camille, Larissa and Gida as well. Jonas had to comply.

Eva completed giving Adam the pint of milk necessary for his freedom and protection by the end of the second day. Then she stopped taking the tablets. Jonas could not gain freedom from her if she was not producing milk.

Jonas made one last attempt to evade Eva's control. He approached Larissa and offered her promotion if she would become a milker and feed him a pint. Larissa stalled until she could consult Mona and Eva. They told her to agree. Once Jonas had taken her first milk and was Larissa's slave she ordered him to drink Eva's milk again. He had to obey when Eva had taken the tablets. The same thing happened when he tried the same approach to Aurora, Camille and Gida. Each time he was back at the beginning in his attempt to obtain a pint of breast milk.

Aurora, Camille, Eva, Gida and Larissa kept taking a minimum dose of the milk producing chemical so that they always had a few drops available. At the end of every week the woman currently Jonas' mistress would order him to seek the breast of one of the others. He had no time to obtain a pint of milk from any other woman and finally stopped resisting their control.

His company was revived. Although it had always made a reasonable profit, the five women managers, working with the existing staff, had increased turnover by 150% in two years and profits nearly doubled.

Adam completed his degree, enslaved twice by women students. Each time the milk of one of the five women rescued him and she would up her milk production until he was protected again. After graduation he joined the company as a trainee manager and was appointed as the liaison between the five women at work. If he did well, Eva or Gida offered him a session of sexual entrapment. He told Aurora, Camille and Larissa about the entrapment possibilities of breast milk. Then those three also praised him with their newly acquired traps. If Adam made a mistake he had to crawl under a woman's desk and stimulate her pussy until she was satisfied. He wasn't 'brown-nosing' but within inches of it. He lost his unpleasant characteristics over time. His father had been thoroughly subdued. Adam was not subdued, but educated in the skills of pleasing a woman as well as in management skills.

Over time four of the five women managers left to other employers, took husbands and moved away, returning for reunions at the Smith household. Their men dreaded the reunions because they were swapped from woman to woman. If they did not please they might end up as the maidservant.

Aurora stayed and claimed Adam as her own. When Jonas Smith retired Aurora took over the management of the company with Adam as her deputy. When they started their family Adam ran the company for a few months until Aurora returned.

Mona was blissfully happy. Jonas was her resigned if not wholly willing slave; Mona could experience a sexual trap from any of the five younger women who could send her an ounce or two of milk by mail; her son was settled and enjoying life; and Mona had grandchildren to spoil.

Appendix

Shelacta (pronounced She-Lacta) is a contemporary parallel world very similar to our own early 21st Century world except in its sexual practices.

Sexual changes have affected the human race. Young women have become forced to be sexual predators. Once a woman has reached the age of 18 she is mature but she must force five men to orgasm before she becomes potentially fertile. At least one of the five of the five men must be killed by the sexual act of the pre-fertile woman. To help her achieve this women have mutated into developing sexual traps.

If a pre-fertile woman allows a man to penetrate her she loses her sexual trap and it is very difficult for her to become mature except with the help of consenting men. If a man penetrates a mature but pre-fertile woman he becomes immune to women's sexual traps. If he penetrates a fertile woman her trap makes him her slave, whether or not conception occurs. The fertile woman controls whether she wants to conceive or not. The number of male slaves a woman has determines her status. Any of her slaves is at risk of death from a pre-fertile woman, or capture by another fertile woman. 




Shelacta Tales Ch. 08



If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world.

Eighth Tale: Rout of a Pimp

Piotr (called Peter throughout this tale) was one of the pimps running the brothel where Eva, Aurora, Camille, Gida and Larissa were enslaved by their illegal status and debt to the people smugglers. He had been caught during the raid on the brothel and deported back to his 'own' country which wasn't his own, but was the country shown on his forged paperwork.

Peter had an advantage over the other pimps. Unlike them, who were distinctive and flashy dressers, Peter appeared to be a nondescript person who would be difficult to notice. He could act and always merged into a crowd as a good spy should. He had been a spy under the old communist regime; a well paid spy. Now he was a 'businessman' and his business was selling women's bodies and blackmail.

He was looking for his former employees. As illegals he could force them back into slavery by threatening disclosure to the authorities. Not that Peter would do the disclosing – the closest he'd come would be an anonymous tip-off. Peter paid people to disclose illegals who wouldn't pay in money or services.

Peter was sure that some of 'his' prostitutes would still be in the town, if not as prostitutes then in jobs that asked no questions. So far he had been looking for a week and asking around. He had found out that the Smith householder had grown by a couple of young women. It was worth checking. He cycled past the Smith house twice a day at regular times as if going to and from a shift at the local factory. After three days his patience was rewarded by a sight of Eva in a maid's uniform opening the door to the postman. He had found at least one of his missing employees.

Peter had the habit of caution. He continued to cycle past the Smiths' house for three more days and thought her saw Gida as well. Two in one house was a good omen. He would approach the mistress of the house tomorrow.

Unfortunately for Peter he had made two mistakes. The first was in relying on his tradecraft without making allowances for the skills of others. Gida had been a spy too. Nearly one in ten adults in their country had been employed at least part time as spies on each other. The second mistake was assuming that the women would not be on their guard.

The women were almost free of care because their work permits were nearly granted. They knew how close they were and how important it was not to be caught before they were in the country legally. They were taking extra care in the last few weeks. 

Gida had exposed herself deliberately. The women thought that the cyclist was Peter. His reaction to a glimpse of Gida was revealing. His cycling lost rhythm and the bike wobbled as he saw her. That was enough. The women knew that he was Peter. Sooner or later he would approach the Smiths. 

A few days later, Peter, dressed very differently but still inconspicuously, knocked on the Smiths' front door. Eva answered the door in her maid's uniform.

"You!" she hissed dramatically. The others thought she was overacting. Peter thought it a natural reaction.

"I would like to talk to Mrs Smith, please, Eva, if that is still your name. I know she is in."

"I will ask if she wishes to see you," said Eva formally as if recovering her poise. "What name shall I give her?"

"Mr Peter Jones. Here is my card."

Peter handed over a card with that name on it. It appeared to identify him as an investigating officer of the Immigration Service. 

"I will ask her, Mr Jones," Eva said emphasising the 'Jones' as if she didn't believe it.

Eva left Peter in the doorway. She returned in less than a minute.

"Mrs Smith will see you, Mr 'Jones'. Please follow me."

Eva shut the door behind them and walked into the front reception room. Mrs Smith, Mona, stood up from an armchair beside a screen dividing the room. There was a deep armchair with its back to the screen. The other chairs were cluttered with piles of clothing. A large shawl was draped over the screen.

"Please take a seat, Mr Jones," said Mona, indicating the vacant chair. "Please forgive the clutter. Eva and I were sorting for the next Church jumble sale."

Peter sat down. He sank deep into the chair. It seemed to be in a reclining position and would be difficult to get up from. Eva stood slightly to his side and behind him.

"What can I do for the Immigration Service, Mr Jones?" Mona asked.

"It is about Eva. I have reason to believe that she is in this country illegally. Did you know that?"

"She might have been before I employed her, Mr Jones. I didn't ask. Now she is here with a limited work permit. While she remains in my employment she has a right to stay. Her papers are in order and on file at the local office. I presume you are NOT from the local office, Mr Jones?"

Peter didn't notice Eva lift the shawl from the screen and spread it wide between her hands.

"No, Mrs Smith. I am from headquarters. I only investigate multiple cases such as yours. While Eva might have the papers you say, the other women in this house do not have them."

"And what are you going to do about these non-existent women, Mr Jones?"

"I would have to report them to my superiors, Mrs Smith. They will be deported. You and Mr Smith will be prosecuted, unless..."

"Unless what, Mr Jones?"

"Unless you and I and the women can come to some arrangement."

"Ah. I thought you might suggest 'some arrangement'. I don't think I like the idea of an 'arrangement' Mr Jones."

"Eva?" Mona asked. "Would you want me to come to an arrangement with Mr Jones?"

"No, Mrs Smith," Eva replied.

"Would you like to give him your answer?"

Peter looked at Eva too late, just as she threw the shawl over him and held it down with her body weight. He hadn't expected a physical attack from Eva. In the depths of the armchair even Eva's slim body prevented him from escaping until the other women came from behind the screen and overwhelmed him. He was tied hand and foot still muffled by the shawl. 

Eva put her hand across his mouth. Even through the cloth her trap should have worked. It didn't. She wasn't surprised. Peter would have acquired protection by depriving some unfortunate pre-fertile woman of her trap. Eva picked up a heavy skirt and stifled his shouts under the shawl and skirt.

He was bodily carried to the basement and gradually his bonds were replaced by others as his clothes were stripped off him. Finally the shawl was removed. Eva pinched his nose as Gida fitted the bit that had been used on Jonas. Peter's teeth were forced apart and his lips were slightly open. Gida positioned herself behind his head. Her knees clamped his ears hard and then released so that he could hear Eva.

She stood in his line of vision. Aurora, Camille and Larissa stood beside her.

"You see us, Peter? Five women who have no reason to like you. I am already legally in this country. The others will have work permits soon. We are not going to let a piece of shit like you interfere. I know that you are protected from women's sexual traps. Thanks to you and your fellows, three of us are trapless. You are immune to the two of us who still have traps but you are not immune to this."

Eva slowly unbuttoned her blouse. To his horror Peter could see that her bra had damp circles around her nipples. He tried to shake his head but Gida's knees had clamped him as soon as Eva stopped talking. He tried to speak.

"Guh. Guh" was all the bit let him sound.

Eva moved her arms behind her back, leaning her breasts towards Peter as she unclipped her bra. She hooked it up above her breasts. She leant forward until one nipple brushed Peter's lips. She changed breasts and stroked her other nipple over his lips and cheeks. Milk leaked from her glands on to his face.

She inserted two fingers between Peter's lips and held them apart as she eased the tip of her breast in until her aureole was inside. Then she closed his lips around her breast. Milk trickled slowly into his mouth. He tried to shut his gullet but more milk flowed until he was in danger of choking.

Eva gently pinched his nostrils together. He had to swallow then breathe or he would suffocate or drown. He swallowed. Eva released his nostrils and withdrew her breast slowly. Gida unclamped her knees.

"There you are, Peter," Eva said. "Simple, wasn't it. It would have been easier for you if you had co-operated but it is done now. You are my slave until you can find another milker. That should be easy. All five of us are milkers. You could ask any one of them but I don't think that would bring you freedom, would it?"

Gida stood up and moved into Peter's line of sight. 

"Eva and I still have our traps. The others haven't and that is your doing. I don't think they will be merciful to you. You will be our guest for the next few weeks. Enjoy your stay. We will enjoy you."

They kept Peter in the basement. Eva's orders would have been enough to keep him there but he was also chained. He had to serve any woman who wanted him, how they wanted to be served, and to serve with diligence and attention. He was kept fed and watered, showered at least twice daily and in one or other woman's sexual trap several times a day. He couldn't understand how he could be trapped by a cup of tea or coffee but he was, with a slight addition of some of Aurora's, Camille's or Larissa's breast milk. 

Three weeks later the work permits were granted. The women could have handed Peter over to the immigration service but all that they would do would be to deport Peter again. He would soon be back in the country.

Mona went to the Temple to seek advice. When the priestesses heard what Peter had done to the five women and many others they decided to give him a formal trial. Eva ordered him to come with her to the Temple. There he was assigned a defence counsel. He decided to plead guilty. At least five women could give dramatic evidence against him. He hoped that a guilty verdict would get him a more lenient sentence.

The sentence seemed lenient enough. He was condemned to listen to Deirdre the Golden Siren for a complete verse of a song.

Execution followed immediately. He was taken to a lower chamber and chained to the wall. He was gagged so that he couldn't scream. Deirdre walked into the chamber formally dressed as the Golden Siren in flowing pleats of gold lame. A recording of the accompaniment of Zerlina's song was played as Deirdre sang about having a medicine that would cure all Mazetto's hurts. Peter surrendered unconditionally to the Golden Siren. Slavery to her is impossible to resist or break. The Golden Siren's slaves cannot resist her orders and are all as willing as they can be.

Peter was fortunate. He spent the rest of his life as Deirdre's slave at the Temple. She ordered him to become a handyman and an advisor on brothels and prostitution. His advice helped the Temple to gain control of prostitution so that the women were not exploited but worked for reasonable pay, were not abused, and had frequent medical attention. 

Peter the pimp had become the Siren's assistant. Eva and Gida were happy with that solution. The others thought he had been treated too well and thought of hot pokers and boiling oil. Yet Peter was never again a threat to women. That perhaps is better than revenge.

* * * * *

Appendix

Shelacta (pronounced She-Lacta) is a contemporary parallel world very similar to our own early 21st Century world except in its sexual practices.

Sexual changes have affected the human race. Young women have become forced to be sexual predators. Once a woman has reached the age of 18 she is mature but she must force five men to orgasm before she becomes potentially fertile. At least one of the five of the five men must be killed by the sexual act of the pre-fertile woman. To help her achieve this women have mutated into developing sexual traps.

If a pre-fertile woman allows a man to penetrate her she loses her sexual trap and it is very difficult for her to become mature except with the help of consenting men. If a man penetrates a mature but pre-fertile woman he becomes immune to women's sexual traps. If he penetrates a fertile woman her trap makes him her slave, whether or not conception occurs. The fertile woman controls whether she wants to conceive or not. The number of male slaves a woman has determines her status. Any of her slaves is at risk of death from a pre-fertile woman, or capture by another fertile woman. 

A woman who has lost her sexual trap is an outcast even when fertile because she has no normal means of making a man her slave.

Chastity belts for either sex are both immoral and illegal. The possession or use of such a device is a capital offence and execution is almost inevitable.

A pregnant woman freezes her status once the pregnancy is confirmed. She can immunise her male slaves against other women by wiping her pussy over their faces at least once a week. She can do this if she is actually pregnant but the pregnancy isn't yet confirmed.

A lactating woman is special. Even if she has lost her sexual trap she is attractive to men because her milk can free them. Every man who drinks a pint of her milk directly from her breasts becomes his own master again. He will be immune to sexual traps for life but from the first sip until he has drunk the whole pint he is the lactating woman's slave and that slavery overrides all others even after she ceases to produce milk. Lactation is the only way for a woman who has lost her sexual trap to achieve status.

Males under the age of 18 are taboo and incapable of arousal. The best birthday present a family can give a son is to buy the services of a lactating woman until he has drunk a pint of her milk. Women who can produce a genuine pint at one feed are rare and much sought after. Most paid 'milkers' have to have several sessions with the fortunate son until the pint has been delivered. The procedure is embarrassing to the son because until he has drunk the full pint he is the 'milker's' slave and as she is usually an outcast of low status his predicament makes him the butt of humour from his contemporaries. There have been several stage farces written around this situation. If she cannot deliver the full pint for whatever reason, he is her slave for life.

The author of these tales has limited access to view journals and magazines from Shelacta. From that access he has extracted some stories that might interest our world.



Shelacta Tales Ch. 09



If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to Tales 1 to 8 inclusive to learn about this world.

Ninth Tale: Victim's Guide to Sexual Traps Part 1

Researcher's Note. This information is extracted from an incomplete and apparently unedited draft of a students' organisation publication. Its accuracy is not guaranteed but I have been unable so far to find another similar account in my limited access to Shelacta.

Introduction:

The Students' Union have produced this guide as advice to freshmen at (deleted) University. It is intended for male students but female students may find it useful in assessing the reactions of males. We enjoyed the research but have withheld the names of the ladies who assisted in our studies. They told us to.

There are many sources of advice available to eighteen year old men on how to avoid women's sexual traps. If that is what you want to do, this guide will not help. If you want to experience women's traps and enjoy them this guide will tell you what to expect.

If you follow the directions in this pamphlet you cannot avoid becoming a willing slave to one woman or another. This advice is to help you to enjoy the experience.

This first edition will contain advice on as many varieties of sexual traps that we have found on campus at the time of writing. We hope you will be inspired to add to the information in future editions. Information about sexual traps not included in this edition will be much appreciated. You can email us at (web address deleted) or contact us at (campus address deleted).

BREAST TRAPS

Most sexual traps work by isolating the victim from his surroundings so that he has to concentrate fully on the woman. Once he has been so isolated he has almost no opportunity to avoiding her trap. The breast trap, although common, is so effective because most men cannot avoid looking at a woman's breasts. If the woman has a breast trap then one look is too much for the hapless man. Avoidance advice usually suggests looking at a woman's face and never lower.

However this guide is different. We are advising the potential victim how to ENJOY sexual traps. Looking at women's breasts is enjoyable. Being caught in a woman's breast trap is exquisite.

For most of the students reporting to us the following is their experience. If a man sees a small part of a woman's breast, as little as a hint of the roundness, and certainly less than half an inch of cleavage, his eyes are locked on to her. He cannot look away, no matter how much willpower he uses. The woman can break the trap by covering her breasts completely at this stage but the man is powerless. He has to approach the woman with his eyes at the level of her breasts. If she is standing he will fall to his knees before her. If she is seated he will kneel and lean forward. 

Once his face touches the skin of any part of her breasts he will be unconscious of anything she might do or say. He seems to be smothered between her naked breasts and unable to breathe without her permission. Her breasts seem to grow larger and larger until his head is completely immersed between them and they close behind his head as if she is forcing them together with her hands. His body shrinks and becomes apparently naked. Eventually his whole body is constrained within her cleavage and her pulse overwhelms his hearing. Her scent fills his nostrils. His lips and tongue are in contact with her. Her breasts pulse at whatever rate will produce the maximum effect on him. He is pushed to imminent ejaculation time after time, only to be denied at the critical moment. After what appears to be hours he is allowed to climax.

To a detached observer his actions seem extreme. After a fleeting touch of a small part of her breast no more is needed. What appears to him to be a total enclosure of his whole body between her breasts is only illusion. He may be writhing on the floor in a helpless delirium of consummated sex while the woman is walking away. He will ejaculate repeatedly until drained. This explains why men's sanitary products are marketed as assiduously as women's ones are. Dry cleaning shops offer courtesy hire suits while the man's suit is cleaned. Paper underwear is a useful standby carried by many men.

The whole process takes about ten minutes and the man is in a dazed state for another twenty minutes. However the woman can enhance the entrapment by pulling the man into her cleavage. If she has large breasts and pushes them together around the man's head he will be entranced for at least half an hour and dazed for a further hour afterwards. He is at risk of suffocation unless the woman acts carefully. There have been reports that unwanted men have been killed by repeated application of an enhanced breast trap. It is supposed to be cheaper than divorce but unless the woman is pre-fertile she runs the real risk of being charged with homicide.

An aside. As students we are not wholly familiar with office politics but two statistics of office life have been generally credited with causes related to women's sexual traps. The first is that women working for large corporations have three times as many heart attacks as men. It is assumed that this is because men will succumb to a sexual trap at work at least once a month. That provides a full workout for the heart and lungs and any abnormality will be detected early. The second is that women predominate in management positions on Shelacta. It is thought that some women sabotage possible male rivals by ensuring that they are sexually trapped before important meetings. There is an urban myth that a boardroom take-over was engineered by one director's secretary who breast-trapped each of the male directors as they arrived for the meeting. Although they appeared to be functioning normally, she had enslaved all of them and instructed them which way to vote on appointing female nominees to the board. Although not a board member, she controlled the company through the votes of the men enslaved to her and those of the women that she had made board members.

A woman with a breast trap is unlikely to have her breasts prominently displayed in a public place or in the main room at a party. She could trap men without meaning to. It could be embarrassing for her if a complete stranger is forced to writhe in ecstasy between her breasts while travelling on public transport, or in an office meeting, or, as happened to one of our reporters, in the waiting room at a dentist's surgery. He had an appointment for dental reconstruction after hard played rugby match. The dentist completed the repairs without anaesthetic while our reporter was still unconscious from the woman's breast trap. He was pleased. 

Our reporter advised us that the woman had told the dentist that she didn't know how to answer one of the children in the waiting room who asked 'Why is that man trying to blow up that lady's balloons?'. He recommends a breast trap as being preferable to traditional painkillers and suggested that all dentists ought to employ nurses with breast traps. There might be a disadvantage if men were to become enslaved every trip they visited their dentist. Our reporter followed the unfortunate woman for a week before she persuaded one of her friends to 'adopt' him with her trap.

Breast traps are normally concealed but a good hint for finding them is to look for clues such as a front zip or buttons. That is not always infallible. Another reporter was attracted to a woman with a front zip to her dress. He thought she had a breast trap. She didn't. She was lactating and when he got her alone she breast fed him. He is now her permanent slave and acts as her housekeeper. That was not his intention but he has no choice now.

We do not have infallible chat-up lines for obtaining the use of a woman's breast-trap. We are told that showing interest in the woman as a person rather than just as the possessor of a pair of breasts can be effective but you, the reader, will have to adapt your own technique to reach a successful conclusion. Another myth is that some of our female colleagues compete to see how many men they can trap in an evening. We have no reliable evidence that this has ever occurred here. Some of us might wish that it would happen but we think that wishful thinking is all it is.

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This is the end of the first draft on breast-traps. Further articles on other sexual traps will follow when our dedicated reporters submit their experiences. Volunteer reporters are required. There is a high wastage rate as they become trapped and enslaved.

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Note: I am the author's mistress. I have ordered him to stop writing this nonsense and end his research. While I am stifling him between my breasts and he is twitching in ecstatic surrender I will delete as many versions of this file as I can access. I have sent this note as a limited action virus. It will attach itself to any text that has at least 10 points of similarity to his draft. Once the note is attached the virus will kill itself and do no harm to your system. Following the advice in his guide might be harmful or even fatal to you. You have been warned.



Shelacta Tales Ch. 10



If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to Tales 1 to 8 inclusive to learn about this world.

Tenth Tale: Sexual Mugging

This is from a 'True Crime' style magazine.

She trapped dozens of men with sex just for their money.

Amazing career of unemployed Secretary.

Victims' Outbursts interrupt trial. Court is cleared of public.

By our sex-crime reporter.

Lois White was charged with sixty-three counts of street robbery. She had been employed as a secretary to a prominent businessman but had been fired after small sums of money had gone missing from the office. At that time her employer had been unable to prove that she was the one responsible but sufficient evidence was obtained to cast doubt on her honesty. She had been given the choice of being fired or a full-scale police investigation would be started. She chose to be fired. The petty thieving stopped once she had left. If that were all...

Lois is an attractive woman in her early 30s. She is tall for a woman. Wearing heels she tops six feet three inches. She used her height for her crimes. A distinctive feature is her usually large but still feminine hands. They earned her salary as a shorthand typist and secretary. Even after she had been fired they supported her expensive gambling habit.

Lois loved gambling on horses. She was sure that she knew the horses and tracks better than the bookmakers, a frequent misconception, but in Lois's case her predilection for sure-fire winners led her to crime.

The petty thefts at her office paid for some of her gambling. Most of her salary went on the horses but while Lois's husband had a good job and paid all the bills life wasn't too bad. When her husband's company closed down their local factory he thought he would get another job quickly. He did, but not soon enough for Lois. She owed the bookmakers and needed money fast. When she was unemployed as well she was desperate. She didn't dare tell her husband because she had promised him that her gambling days were over. He had threatened divorce if she didn't reform and she knew he meant it.

Lois went to town the day after she had been fired as if everything was normal. Her husband was going for a job interview. She didn't want to upset him before the interview. She told her friend that she would tell her husband that she had been fired when he had a job but not before. Once in the city centre she spent her last coins on a cup of coffee. Over that coffee she decided to pursue a life of real crime. Her sexual trap was 'hand over mouth'. Surely she could isolate a man somewhere today and trap him. Once trapped she could rifle his clothing for any cash.

Her first victim was Mr. A. All her victims were given anonymity. Mr. A was walking to his car in the multi-storey car park. He took little notice of the tall woman following him. As he opened his car door her hand closed over his mouth and held him tight. He went into sexual ecstasy immediately and collapsed against Lois. She bundled him into the back seat of his car and held her hand over his mouth until he was fully entranced by her. As he jerked uncontrollably in repeated orgasm she searched his pockets. Unfortunately for Lois Mr. A had spent most of his cash and had intended to visit a cash point. She took barely enough for her fare back home. She left Mr. A juddering on the back seat and threw his car keys at him.

Although she hadn't made much money, Lois attacked again in that car park within five minutes. Mr B lost several notes, enough for a restaurant meal, but not a significant amount. Lois tied him up with his belt and tie before moving on to Mr. C and Mr D. She left them tied up bare from the waist down. Mr. D was observed by a passing woman as he ejaculated. She reported the incident as she left the car park. When the attendants reached him they realised that Mr. D had fallen victim to a sexual trap. While they were searching for the attacker, Mr. B and Mr. C were found and released but Lois had moved on. Within half an hour of entering the car park she had earned more than she would have earned in two days at work. Unfortunately for Lois her actions had been recorded by the Closed Circuit Television Cameras that covered every floor of the car park.

Lois then left the car park and went to a shopping mall. She waited near the single cubicle disabled toilet. She trapped Mr. E who was wheelchair bound, pushed him into the toilet and left with his cash and his key to disabled toilets. She locked the toilet from outside. Mr. E was not released for several hours. When he was released the mall issued a warning over the public address system but Lois was long gone.

Mr. F, a slightly built shopworker at the mall, was trapped as he took trash to a dumpster. After succumbing to her sexual trap he was tied up with his overalls and deposited with the trash. He was found by another worker within minutes while he was still ejaculating from the effects of Lois' trap.

She had found another hunting ground. She entered a cheap cinema showing adult films. As she walked behind the back row of seats she trapped all ten men in that row. She sat next to the first one, removed his cash and moved slowly along the row, helping herself as she went. The sound of the ten men ejaculating was not considered unusual in that darkened venue. She trapped another six men before leaving. The attendant noticed her because women were rare customers. As she left her coat pockets were bulging. When the lights went up at an intermission the sixteen men were still entranced.

It is not know what happened during the next three hours. Perhaps during that time Lois committed some of the other five hundred and fifty offences that her attorney persuaded her to ask to be considered? The men attacked, if there were any, have not come forward to admit that they were victims.

What is known is that when Lois came home that evening she had settled all the outstanding accounts with her bookmakers and had enough money to tell her husband that she had received a bonus at work. The next day she cleared the outstanding household bills by paying cash in small denominations across the counter of her bank. Even Lois cannot remember how much money she had stolen on that first day except that it was more than her month's salary would have been after taxes.

On the second day the car park, the shopping mall and the cinema were watching for Lois but she didn't visit them. The police were aware that some woman was using her sexual trap to relieve men of their cash but on the second day there was no real urgency. None of the victims could testify against whoever it was while enslaved to her. Their enslavement to the unknown woman had to be broken first. Even then most had no clear description to give. The only facts known were that the woman was tall, had large hands and used the hand over mouth trap which was exceptionally intense in its effect. Most of the men were incoherent for at least two hours after they were attacked.

Lois went to the lingerie department of a large store at a quiet time. She selected some lingerie and waited until there was a man waiting for a woman using a changing room. She attacked several men in a few minutes, dragging them one by one into empty cubicles. After removing their money she trussed them up with the items of lingerie. The men were tightly laced into corset tops, bound with pantyhose, gagged with panties or whatever Lois had available. She left the lingerie department before the security staff noticed that several men had disappeared. The men were found within minutes but they were incapable of speech. Much of the lingerie was soiled by ejaculation which annoyed the store's management. They had some good recordings of Lois and had circulated still shots of her to other stores in the town centre before the end of the trading day.

Lois must have spent some time after that in the open because entranced men were found in the park, in the waiting rooms at the bus and railway stations. The store had informed the police who were now watching for Lois with increased patrols. One policeman found her but approached too close, close enough for her to use her hand over his mouth. He was found handcuffed in the back seat of his patrol car. That incensed the police who alerted every female officer currently on duty with pictures of Lois.

Lois had found a new location. She entered a men's club, overpowering the doorkeeper as he opened it for business, and then the barman. The barman said later that she poked her head round the door and asked 'Is Mr Smith here?' When the barman approached her to throw an intrusive woman out she held up her hand and he walked straight into it. That was all he knew for several hours. When he came to he heard banging from the cellar. Lois had hidden behind the inner door to the club and trapped all twenty-five members as they arrived, dragging their convulsing bodies to the cellar trapdoor and sliding them down the chute before closing the trapdoor before she left. Apart from cleaning out the twenty-five members, the doorman and the barman, she had emptied the till. She left wearing a member's overcoat and hat which were found abandoned in a toilet on a commuter train. They were not retrieved from the Lost Property Department until after her trial.

The barman's evidence was crucial to Lois' conviction. He stated her height exactly, measuring it against a mark on the doorway to the bar. He gave the colour of her hair and her eyes and what rings were on her fingers and in what order. His description was unshakeable. Not given at the trial but only in his statement was a full account of the effect of Lois' sexual trap. Had she not changed her plea to guilty, a specialist from the Temple was available to testify that the particular effects of Lois' hand over mouth trap would be shared by only one in a thousand hand over mouth traps and that to the Temple's knowledge there were only three hundred and fifty women with a hand over mouth trap that powerful within a fifty mile radius. Combined with Lois' height and hand size the probability that the offender was Lois was very high.

This magazine has obtained an extract of the barman's statement. He said:

"As her hand closed over my mouth I felt a warmth between my legs immediately. Within less than a second I could not move. Her hand stifled any possible outcry. It appeared to cover my whole face and then another hand grasped my erection. I know that didn't happen. That it what I felt. Then just before I collapsed to the floor I appeared to be held between her hands as if I was some damned doll only six inches high. Her fingers played with my erection. I was sucking on her pinkie like a baby. She placed me against her breast and stroked me. Then I was humping as if I was trying to drive my tool through a woman and out the other side. That's all I remember until the banging in the cellar woke me two hours later. My tool was sore as if I'd been rubbing it with sandpaper and I was more drained that I have ever been."

On the third day Lois was caught giving her hand over mouth treatment to a security officer in another department store. The security officer's female partner had been distracted by a possible shoplifter but returned to see her male partner being dragged away by Lois. The female security officer watched Lois until she entered a changing room then summoned assistance on her hand held radio. Six female officers blocked Lois in the changing room and kept her there until the police arrived. The male security officer was found to be convulsing in sexual ecstasy at Lois' feet. He had to be taken home by ambulance and did not return to work for two days.

When Lois' attorney was shown the barman's full statement, she persuaded Lois to plead guilty. The attorney's fees were paid for by a National newspaper. The newspaper also paid the compensation ordered by the judge. Since most of Lois's victims refused to come forward she only had to pay for the losses incurred by the sixty-three anonymous victims. Several of them declined to claim on the grounds that the sexual excitement induced by Lois was payment enough for the small amounts of cash she had taken. It is understood that Lois' story is being ghost written and will be published in the autumn with an undertaking that all victims' names will be kept confidential.

After hearing shouted pleas for clemency from many of her victims, the judge ordered the court cleared so that their remarks could be heard. The public gallery had been making obscene comments as each victim spoke up for Lois. The press were still present but showed remarkable restraint in their reporting of some of the pleas. Lois was sentenced to a year's probation and four hundred hours community service as long as the compensation was paid within one month. The money was paid into court within one hour. Lois has agreed to attend a course of treatment for gambling addicts as part of her probation.

Her husband was beside her during the whole trial. Some of the victims expressed jealousy because the husband could experience many times what they had only experienced once. One even said to a reporter: "I'd willingly pay her twice what she stole from me for another experience of her sexual trap. She is fantastic."

Rumours that Lois will accept payment for giving a man a hand over mouth treatment were denied in a statement from her legal team.



Shelacta Tales Ch. 11



If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world.

Eleven: Hotel Thief

Angela (see first Shelacta Tale) was unusual. She could animate her clothing, and any used item of her clothing could trap a male even if Angela was nowhere near.

Most women who had a clothing trap had to use the clothing they were wearing at the time and remain in contact with it and the male they were trapping. Used underwear had the most impact. An unprotected male who had a woman's recently removed panties held over his face succumbed in seconds. The next most effective traps in order were a bra, stockings or tights/pantyhose, a slip, a headscarf, a skirt, a top, a coat.

Unfortunately for those women who had a weak clothing trap males became very wary when women's underwear is visible. Some women have become expert in whipping panties out of a handbag, or stepping out of their panties, but visible underwear is a warning sign that a woman is out to trap a man.

An old court case, recently printed in a True Crime magazine, showed that one woman had found an unusual solution.

Jane X, her identity still protected by court order, was an illegal immigrant. She was employed during the day as a chamber maid in a large hotel but as an illegal she was paid less than the minimum wage and was finding it difficult to make ends meet. She was slim and slight and might have had difficulty in using her clothing trap in normal social situations.

She decided to turn to crime. She had noticed that her maid's uniform was identical in all the hotels in the group's portfolio. In her uniform, with identity tag showing, she could enter any hotel of the chain and be unchallenged. Very few people took any notice of her as she prowled another hotel's corridors at night. Even the other maids didn't notice that she wasn't employed at that hotel because staff turnover was high.

Part of the hotel group's maid uniform was an apron trimmed with lace at its lower edge. Jane's unusual solution to men's aversion to displayed underwear was to cover her apron with a heavy cotton waist slip, trimmed with similar lace to her apron. She ironed the slip so that the edges were crisp, looking like the edge of her apron and tucked the slip into the apron's waistband. The slip was in full view but looked like the uniform apron.

As she prowled the hotel corridors at night, if she encountered a male on his own, she would move behind him, pull the slip from the apron's waistband and pull it tight around the man's head. He would be immediately disabled by her sexual trap and unable to resist as she relieved him of his wallet. He couldn't identify her because he was blindfolded by her slip and hadn't really noticed a maid going about her work.

Once Jane had robbed the man she would carefully replace the slip with a pillowcase as he writhed uncontrollably on the floor. When he recovered and removed the pillowcase Jane would have left the hotel either to return home or, if her theft had been insufficiently productive, to visit another hotel. Once out of sight of her victim she would put the waist slip on, under her uniform's skirt, where it was invisible.

Of course the men complained to the hotel management but couldn't identify the maid who had attacked them. There were no clues on the clean pillowcases that were part of that hotel's normal linen stock. Jane, as part of her maid's duties, was wearing rubber gloves so left no fingerprints anywhere. If her slip could have been produced, it would have shown the man's saliva or DNA, but no one suspected that a slip was being used. One man thought that the item of clothing that had been used was a maid's apron. All the aprons worn by the rostered staff in that hotel that night were checked for saliva and DNA, without result.

Jane was aware that the hotel group's management were worried by the attacks. She read the staff circulars encouraging staff to report any intruders, to check maids' identity cards to detect imposters, and to be alert. They didn't warn guests.

She was also aware that it would be suspicious if her own hotel was immune so she attacked a couple of men there too while on overtime.

Her downfall might have come from the fence to whom she sold the debit and credit cards she couldn't use, but the fence was delighted by her continual supply of fresh cards. He wasn't going to shop the goose that laid golden eggs almost every night.

One night she made the mistake of attacking a milk-protected man. Her trap was useless on him. Even blindfolded by her slip he was able to grab Jane, to hold on to her and to call for help. Several other maids arrived. One of them recognised Jane as being an employee at another hotel. Jane's genuine identity badge enabled the police to arrest her, to hold her while her flat was searched, revealing the cards she hadn't yet sold and a pile of neatly ironed waist slips.

Jane could have instructed all the men she had trapped not to give evidence against her, but the man she had attacked last would still convict her. He was one of the hotel group's security guards brought in from another city, who had been selected because they were milk-protected, to prowl the hotels'corridors at night waiting to be attacked. Jane pleaded guilty and asked for over two hundred offences to be taken into consideration.

Her case attracted considerable attention. It produced a short-lived fashion for women to wear lace-trimmed aprons over their skirts or slacks, and for sales of waist slips to peak suddenly.

Jane was sentenced to six months in prison, suspended for two years, and ordered to repay those men who had been robbed. But no man came forward to claim that they had been robbed, even those who had complained to the hotels' management. At first it was thought it was because Jane had ordered them, all of whom were enslaved by her, not to claim, but she hadn't. The men were embarrassed that such a slightly-built woman had overpowered them so easily. 

The magazine article followed Jane's story to later years: 

The temple intervened. They undertook to rehabilitate Jane. At the temple she was trained as a dressmaker specialising in clothing that concealed easily reachable underwear. She also tutored women with clothing traps in quick-draw techniques. Her slip head-wrapping had been amazingly fast and few of her pupils could attained anywhere close to her speed. Women who were identified as having clothing traps had felt that they were inferior to those with more usable traps. Jane's dressmaking and training boosted their confidence and skills.

Once established as a dressmaker she was able to apply for, and obtain resident status with the temple's support. She married a tailor who submitted to her trap willingly and they opened shops side by side in a suburb.

Copyright oggbashan November 2010.

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Appendix

Shelacta (pronounced She-Lacta) is a contemporary parallel world very similar to our own early 21st Century world except in its sexual practices.

Sexual changes have affected the human race. Young women have become forced to be sexual predators. Once a woman has reached the age of 18 she is mature but she must force five men to orgasm before she becomes potentially fertile. At least one of the five of the five men must be killed by the sexual act of the pre-fertile woman. To help her achieve this women have mutated into developing sexual traps.

If a pre-fertile woman allows a man to penetrate her she loses her sexual trap and it is very difficult for her to become mature except with the help of consenting men. If a man penetrates a mature but pre-fertile woman he becomes immune to women's sexual traps. If he penetrates a fertile woman her trap makes him her slave, whether or not conception occurs. The fertile woman controls whether she wants to conceive or not. The number of male slaves a woman has determines her status. Any of her slaves is at risk of death from a pre-fertile woman, or capture by another fertile woman. 

A woman who has lost her sexual trap is an outcast even when fertile because she has no normal means of making a man her slave.

Chastity belts for either sex are both immoral and illegal. The possession or use of such a device is a capital offence and execution is almost inevitable.

A pregnant woman freezes her status once the pregnancy is confirmed. She can immunise her male slaves against other women by wiping her pussy over their faces at least once a week. She can do this if she is actually pregnant but the pregnancy isn't yet confirmed.

A lactating woman is special. Even if she has lost her sexual trap she is attractive to men because her milk can free them. Every man who drinks a pint of her milk directly from her breasts becomes his own master again. He will be immune to sexual traps for life but from the first sip until he has drunk the whole pint he is the lactating woman's slave and that slavery overrides all others even after she ceases to produce milk. Lactation is the only way for a woman who has lost her sexual trap to achieve status.

Males under the age of 18 are taboo and incapable of arousal. The best birthday present a family can give a son is to buy the services of a lactating woman until he has drunk a pint of her milk. Women who can produce a genuine pint at one feed are rare and much sought after. Most paid 'milkers' have to have several sessions with the fortunate son until the pint has been delivered. The procedure is embarrassing to the son because until he has drunk the full pint he is the 'milker's' slave and as she is usually an outcast of low status his predicament makes him the butt of humour from his contemporaries. There have been several stage farces written around this situation. If she cannot deliver the full pint for whatever reason, he is her slave for life.

The author of these tales has limited access to view journals and magazines from Shelacta. From that access he has extracted some stories that might interest our world. 



Shelacta Tales Ch. 12



If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world.

Twelve : Is He Protected?

My boyfriend/servant's guide to sexual traps, now deleted, [Note: It isn't. It is Tale 09] was his pathetic attempt at providing advice to men. 

This guide is for newly adult women, particularly those who want to become sexually fertile by trapping five men. This is a first incomplete draft that may be updated by contributions from other women.

Introduction.

How can you tell if a man is protected, either by already being enslaved by a milker or a pregnant woman?

It is estimated that between a quarter and a third of adult males in a town or city are protected. In rural areas there are more protected males because they often work alone and their womenfolk don't want to lose them to a predatory woman. 

Any woman who is adult, having had her eighteenth birthday, and is not yet fertile because she hasn't trapped five men and killed one by sexual overload, is forgiven almost any attempt at trapping a man, even if she attempts a protected male. Legally, she might be arrested for assault, but the courts have taken a lenient view of 'assaults' by pre-fertile women under the age of twenty-five. No young pre-fertile woman has been convicted of assault in the last fifty years and the few cases before then were exceptional. Those assaults were far more violent than required to trap an unprotected man.

But if you are already fertile then you can be accused of assault if you try to trap a protected man. Successfully trapping an unprotected man has no legal consequences. He becomes your slave and cannot testify against you.

One famous case, Mr. A and Miss F, has been reported frequently. Mr. A, a married man, was sitting on a bench in a shopping mall waiting for his wife. She was in a bridal store helping a friend choose her wedding dress. Miss F should have suspected that Mr.A was protected. He was sitting alone in a place frequented by hundreds of women. He was wearing a wedding ring, usually a clear sign that he is enslaved at least. Trying to trap someone else's man is a breach of etiquette. Trying to trap a protected man is dangerous.

But Miss F wanted one or more slaves who would support her financially. She had lost her last job through 'incompetence' although the attack on Mr A suggested that her incompetence might have been a total lack of common sense.

Miss F had two weak sexual traps. It is often found that a woman who has a weak trap actually has two or more traps. Many women have more than one trap but one is much stronger and that is the one they use.

Miss F had a breast trap and a clothing trap. Her breast trap wasn't strong enough for a man to become entranced by the mere sight of her breasts. His face had to be in contact with her breasts. To use her clothing trap she had to wrap an item of clothing around the man while that clothing was still in contact with her body. She had worked out a method to trap men using both of her weak traps at once and she tried that on Mr A.

She was wearing a wraparound dress as she approached Mr A as he sat on the bench. She moved quickly in front of him, opened her dress and wrapped the sides of it around his head, pulling him into her cleavage. IF Mr A had been unprotected he would have instantly succumbed to the effects of both Miss F's sexual traps. 

Unfortunately for Miss F, Mr A's wife was pregnant and he was protected by frequent contact with her pussy. He reacted instantly, grabbing Miss F and turning her over his knees. He lifted the back of her dress, revealing her white cotton panties, and spanked her hard.

She ran away crying more in humiliation than in pain and complained to one of the mall's security staff that Mr A had assaulted her. When the staff member approached Mr A, his wife and her friend had joined him. They had been leaving the bridal store as Miss F pounced and had seen the incident. The three of them told the mall guard exactly what had happened and Mr A announced that he wanted Miss F arrested for her assault to which he had reacted.

Both were persuaded to drop the accusations. Mr A and Miss F were warned that such behaviour was unacceptable in the mall and that a repeat would lead to them being banned.

It would have remained a low-key incident except that everything had been recorded on several security cameras. The recordings were posted on the internet and went viral. Most comments suggested that Miss F deserved the spanking and that Mr A was a hero. More serious commentators considered that Miss F needed tuition in the use of her sexual traps and particularly how to recognise and avoid a protected man.

Miss F's misfortune and several similar cases suggested to me that there is a real need for a guide on how to tell whether a man is protected or not.

Behaviour.

The most obvious sign is his behaviour. An unprotected man will be nervous of women and will avoid being alone with a woman if he can. Mr A's behaviour should have been an obvious clue that he was protected. Unprotected men do not sit alone in a public place. 

Elevator cabins are dangerous to an unprotected man. Although when he enters there might be several people, at any time he could find himself left alone with a woman on the prowl. A few seconds, and he's trapped. A man who consistently uses stairs instead of elevators is probably unprotected.

An unprotected male will only be comfortable in situations where there are many people. A protected man needs to take no precautions. Only Deirdre, the Golden Siren, overrides existing protections and she remains in the Temple at all times.

If you find yourself alone with a man, not by your design but by a normal course of events, and he is not uneasy in your presence then he is protected. An unprotected man would be very nervous if alone with you. If you are pre-fertile and haven't killed yet, it could even be his last mistake.

The advice for women unsure whether a man is protected or not can be summed up as "If you have any doubt, don't try it.".

Etiquette for Women.

It is rude to deliberately trap someone else's man, whether he is a husband or a long-term partner. He is owned, sexually trapped by her, and although your trap will override hers, she can renew her trap as soon as she is alone with him. Repeatedly trapping another woman's man is a serious insult. If she has to, she can go to any chemist or drug store, buy the chemical to induce lactation and protect him from you. However chemically produced lactation is uncomfortable and if it has to be done quickly, is painful. 

But if she gives him a whole pint of her breast milk whether accidentally or by design, he is immune to almost all sexual traps, including hers, for the rest of her life. That can damage their relationship. He is no long her property and slave and he cannot get the enjoyment that her sexual trap gives him. You should never underestimate the attraction of sexual traps to men. They experience greater enjoyment than normal sex even from the weakest trap. 

If you want to trap someone else's man, think why you want to do that. If she is willing to lend him to you, that is a different matter and can be arranged between you. You can trap him, use him, and hand him straight back for her to trap him again.

It is considered unwomanly to use a sexual trap in front of other people, unless your trap is one of those that is always active. If you have a breast trap you should not expose any part of a breast in public. If you have a hair trap, then covering most or all of your hair is polite. If you have a scent trap, wearing a strong perfume that covers your natural scent is a reasonable precaution.

Clothing traps are easiest to live with. Unless you want to enslave a man, then your underwear should remain hidden at all times. A bra strap could entrap so cover it or go strapless. If you have a very strong clothing trap so that the slightest touch on any part of your clothing would entrap a man then you must avoid that touch – if you can. 

One pre-fertile woman was aware that she had a clothing trap, but not that it was a very strong one. She was a student who became mature while travelling on a bus. The man sitting next to her went into orgasm from contact with her coat. She moved away and her coat brushed against a man walking towards the bus's door. He went into orgasm and blocked the gangway. She tried to walk to an empty seat at the rear of the bus but her clothing touched several men as she moved. The police had to physically remove eight entranced men in the throes of violent orgasms before she could leave the bus. One died from a pre-existing condition and she became fertile.

From then onwards she used a car and could never travel on public transport. Even so, by the end of that university term she had inadvertently enslaved almost all the men on her course by fleeting contact with her clothing. 

Lip traps, hand over mouth traps, and pussy traps are also easy to live with. You are unlikely to entrap a man by mistake or inadvertent action.

Again, the strength of your trap makes all the difference. Most lip traps are only activated by direct contact with the man's lips. Some work by contact with any part of a man's skin. Touching your lips to skin is normally a deliberate act.

Hand traps? The usual is hand-over-mouth. That is instantly effective. Some stronger hand traps work by any contact of the woman's hand with any part of the man's skin. Gloves are the simplest solution.

Sirens, with the exception of Deirdre, the only living Golden Siren, have to make a conscious effort to trap a man. They have to sing at him. Some need only to sing a couple of bars of music, others a complete verse or more of a song. A siren is unlikely to trap a man by mistake.

Voluntary Submission

Some men enjoy sexual traps so much that they will volunteer to be trapped. If you can find such a man you can enslave him easily, but be careful. He is likely to roam, to seek enslavement by another woman with a different or stronger sexual trap. If he has become protected by intercourse with a pre-fertile woman he can lose that protection by willingly entering a sexual trap. Once he has done that, his previous protection is null and void.

Even a man protected by a lactating woman can surrender his protection by consent. As long as the woman does not become aroused herself, he can enjoy her sexual trap and remain protected. But if she becomes aroused by his willing surrender, and orgasms, then he is lost, trapped by her and unprotected from her or any woman's trap. Beware! It is very difficult to remain detached if a man wants your trap so much that he is willing to risk his protection. You may think you can remain calm but too many men have become trapped even when the woman had no intention of trapping him.

In parts of society that can afford a milker for their son's 18th birthday then it is considered reasonable for the son to surrender his protection to his wife on their wedding night. For purely dynastic marriages that might not happen but the wife would consider herself slighted if he didn't surrender willingly and on their first night together. There are several novels that explore the tension between a bride and groom when he refuses to surrender his protection to her, and how she might persuade, seduce or trick him into surrender. Very few marriages exist in which the husband has not been enslaved by his wife's sexual trap.

An example of such a marriage was exhibited in a divorce court. He refused to surrender his protection because the marriage had been arranged by his parents. He didn't approve of their choice. Unfortunately she was in love with him and was willing to marry despite his reluctance. She thought that her love would bring him around in time, that he would grow to love her. Because she knew that he was not wholly happy with her as his bride she wasn't surprised when he wouldn't surrender his protection for the first few days or weeks of the marriage.

He took her compliance as a licence to be promiscuous and used the sexual traps of some of her friends, including all her bridesmaids, during the first few months of their marriage. Fortunately for him none of the friends became aroused and his protection was still in force but his wife was annoyed. Her friends became bored of his activities and colluded with his wife.

Several of her friends and especially the bridesmaids came to a female only party at the newly-weds' house. He was expecting a couple of his wife's friends and was surprised when more than a dozen arrived. He was even more surprised when at a signal from his wife the women jumped on him, tied him to the marital bed, gagged him, and she cut all his clothes off, stripping him naked.

"Right, xxxx (name withheld) you have consented to all my friends' sexual traps but not to mine. Those consents are enduring. Once you have consented you cannot change it. (Note: this is true) They can use their traps on you as many times as they like. They are going to, over and over again, until you consent to be trapped by me, or until one of them has an orgasm. If one has an orgasm your protection will be finished and I will trap you immediately afterwards to put this marriage right. I'm going to take your gag off now. You can consent to surrender to me, or my friends will trap you again and again."

She removed his gag. He refused to consent to being trapped by her. Her first friend, who had a clothing trap, removed her panties and smothered him with them. While struggling for breath he came in a spurt. The panties were removed and another friend's breasts squashed against his face. His body jerked uncontrollably but he couldn't ejaculate again.

One of the bridesmaids held a rope of her long hair over his nose and mouth. Although his face turned blue from lack of air his body was still thrusting vainly upwards.

The bride's friends continued to torment him for the next quarter of an hour. None of them seemed at all aroused by their treatment of him. The bride held up her hand as the first friend was about to trap her husband again.

"Had enough?" she asked.

He nodded weakly.

"Will you consent to being trapped by me?"

He nodded again.

"You need to say it," she insisted.

"Yes, I agree to being trapped by you," he said.

The bride held her hand over his mouth. She had a very strong hand trap. His body jerked far more than it had before. She had to remove her hand quickly before he passed out from the effect of her trap.

"OK, now you are mine, as you should have been from our first night. I'm going to be generous. You can use my friends' traps if they are willing, but only here at home, when I'm here to trap you immediately afterwards. Is that acceptable?"

Her husband couldn't believe that she was so forgiving.

"Yes, please," he replied.

They didn't divorce and are still happily married but one of her friends wanted a divorce from her husband for promiscuous behaviour. He counterclaimed that she was equally promiscuous with xxxx. The judge dismissed the counterclaim because the sexual trapping of xxxx was done with the bride's consent and in her presence. That was socially acceptable. On the other hand, cheating on his wife with trapless prostitutes was heinous behaviour and the bride's friend got her divorce.

The details of xxxx's ordeal before he consented to be sexually trapped by his wife made headlines in the scandal-rag newspapers even though his name was not given. 

Warning:

Even a woman can be trapped by another woman's sexual trap if she has consented and her friend becomes aroused. Freeing herself from slavery after that is difficult and usually needs specialist advice available at the Temple.

Note: This is all I have of this draft advice to women. The information I get from Shelacta is often incomplete or fragmentary.



Appendix

Shelacta (pronounced She-Lacta) is a contemporary parallel world very similar to our own early 21st Century world except in its sexual practices.



Sexual changes have affected the human race. Young women have become forced to be sexual predators. Once a woman has reached the age of 18 she is mature but she must force five men to orgasm before she becomes potentially fertile. At least one of the five of the five men must be killed by the sexual act of the pre-fertile woman. To help her achieve this women have mutated into developing sexual traps.

If a pre-fertile woman allows a man to penetrate her she loses her sexual trap and it is very difficult for her to become mature except with the help of consenting men. If a man penetrates a mature but pre-fertile woman he becomes immune to women's sexual traps. If he penetrates a fertile woman her trap makes him her slave, whether or not conception occurs. The fertile woman controls whether she wants to conceive or not. The number of male slaves a woman has determines her status. Any of her slaves is at risk of death from a pre-fertile woman, or capture by another fertile woman. 

A woman who has lost her sexual trap is an outcast even when fertile because she has no normal means of making a man her slave.

Chastity belts for either sex are both immoral and illegal. The possession or use of such a device is a capital offence and execution is almost inevitable.

A pregnant woman freezes her status once the pregnancy is confirmed. She can immunise her male slaves against other women by wiping her pussy over their faces at least once a week. She can do this if she is actually pregnant but the pregnancy isn't yet confirmed.

A lactating woman is special. Even if she has lost her sexual trap she is attractive to men because her milk can free them. Every man who drinks a pint of her milk directly from her breasts becomes his own master again. He will be immune to sexual traps for life but from the first sip until he has drunk the whole pint he is the lactating woman's slave and that slavery overrides all others even after she ceases to produce milk. Lactation is the only way for a woman who has lost her sexual trap to achieve status.

Males under the age of 18 are taboo and incapable of arousal. The best birthday present a family can give a son is to buy the services of a lactating woman until he has drunk a pint of her milk. Women who can produce a genuine pint at one feed are rare and much sought after. Most paid 'milkers' have to have several sessions with the fortunate son until the pint has been delivered. The procedure is embarrassing to the son because until he has drunk the full pint he is the 'milker's' slave and as she is usually an outcast of low status his predicament makes him the butt of humour from his contemporaries. There have been several stage farces written around this situation. If she cannot deliver the full pint for whatever reason, he is her slave for life.

The author of these tales has limited access to view journals and magazines from Shelacta. From that access he has extracted some stories that might interest our world.



Shelacta Tales Ch. 13



If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world.

Copyright Oggbashan November 2010

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Thirteenth Tale: Random Scarfing 

Last year one of the chain clothing stores had a special offer on what they described as large scarves or small shawls. They sold them in packs of three. Each scarf was about a metre and a half square, made of a heavy, silky-feel polyester that was completely opaque. 

Their low price made them popular until they became associated with a series of apparently random attacks on men.

Each man had been approached from behind and had not heard the attacker. The first they knew was the scarf being thrown over their head, pulled tight, and knotted around their necks. Whoever the attacker was, she had a strong clothing trap. Each man was overcome by a very strong orgasm within seconds. Their incapacity lasted at least an hour during which time they were completely drained sexually and almost unconscious by the strength of their submission to the sexual trap induced by the scarf. When the effect of the trap receded, the man found himself tightly restrained with cable ties and, infrequently, used pantyhose. Skin contact with the pantyhose could reactivate the sexual trap, resulting in another long period of sexual excitement. 

Even protected men succumbed to the suddenness and ferocity of the attack. While they were blindfolded and partially suffocated, a leg sweep brought them to the ground. Once there the attacker pinned them with her body weight as she bound their wrists, ankles, knees and elbows with plastic ties.

Whether ejaculating helplessly because of the sexual trap or tightly bound, blindfolded and hooded, the men were unable to free themselves from the attacker's bondage. Each one had to be found by a passer-by and released. Even passers-by could be at risk. One unprotected male tried to undo a pantyhose tie and was himself sexually trapped by that contact. Both men had to be rescued by a female police officer who noticed their convulsing bodies as she passed in her patrol car.

At first the authorities thought that the attacks might have been for robbery but the victims' possessions were intact. The motive was unclear. If the woman wanted to enslave men then her actions were useless. An enslaved man had to know who had enslaved him. None of the men had seen their attacker so they were enslaved to an unknown. Almost every one of them arranged to submit to a woman friend or partner to nullify the unknown's sexual trap. Those who had previously not been enslaved were justifiably angry.

After twenty men had been attacked, the police investigated the purchases of scarves at the chain store's branches. One woman had bought more than ten packs of three scarves. She had paid by credit card so was easily traced. She admitted the purchase as Christmas presents for her office colleagues. Her colleagues had known about her intention before the purchase. No other scarf purchases had exceeded three packs at once, and the equivalent of six packs had already been left on the victims.

The plastic ties were also sold by the chain store in packs of ten but the exact ties were also sold in builder's merchants and other stores in quantities up to packs of five hundred. There was no record of anyone buying more than two packs of ten in the chain store, and no one had bought plastic ties AND scarf packs.

Another attack excited the police. The victim had been on the edge of a park and a couple of clear footprints had been left by the attacker. Unfortunately they were of a very new, unmarked, cheap pair of trainers also sold by the same chain store in thousands. They were men's trainers in a medium size and could easily have been worn by a woman with slightly larger than normal feet or one with normal sized feet with thick socks inside the trainers. The trainers were soft-soled, that explained why the victims had not heard their attacker approach them from behind.

The police knew that the attacker was female, with a strong clothing trap. She must be above medium height, fit, aware of some wrestling techniques to execute the leg sweep so efficiently, with access to the scarves and cable ties in quantity. However that description could apply to hundreds if not thousands of women in the city. DNA tests on the scarves and the few items of pantyhose were confusing. The traces were minute and no individual DNA could be associated with all or even a majority of the attacks. The plastic ties showed no DNA at all. It seemed that the attacker wore disposable gloves.

After the attacks ceased several of the victims gave accounts of their experience to a True Crime magazine. An unprotected man said:

"I was walking from the railway station to my office when I was attacked. As soon as the scarf was around my head it seemed as if my face was pressed between a woman's large breasts. Her silk blouse was wrapped behind my head holding me tightly against her. I struggled to breathe as I sunk further into her cleavage. That impression continued but next my lips were met by hers. Her tongue penetrated my mouth as we kissed passionately, yet her breasts were still smothering my face.

I seemed to slide down her body, while still in contact with her breasts and her erect nipples. Her legs spread. Her hands, through the heavy silk blouse, forced me against her warm pussy. My mouth and nose sank into her cleft. She began a slow pounding against my face and I seemed to move so far inside her that I couldn't possibly breathe because her outer lips were beyond my ears.

All the time I was at the height of an orgasm, as yet unable to ejaculate, but shuddering violently. I know, from the account of someone who saw the immediate aftermath of the attack from the other side of a major road, that I was alone, on the ground while I was experiencing this massive sexual excitement.

It must have been just a few minutes before I ejaculated but it seemed as if she had been overpowering me for hours. I felt her arms and legs tightly wrapped around me, her breasts crushing my face, her tongue lashing inside my mouth, her pussy swallowing me all at the same time. Her hips were pounding against mine. My erection was squeezed again and again while held deep inside the same pussy that had engulfed my face. All this had been produced by wrapping my head in a cheap scarf. Whoever she is, she has a very strong clothing trap that is irresistible. If I hadn't already had a girlfriend I might have liked to meet her to enjoy such an intense sexual encounter again, but not on the hard ground of a city street.

At the Police station, after they had taken my statement and bagged my clothing for forensic tests, I rang my girlfriend. I asked her to bring me a change of clothing. When she arrived I asked whether she would use her sexual trap on me that evening. I didn't like the idea of being enslaved by an unknown woman. If I was going to be enslaved, I wanted it to be by someone I knew and loved.

Marie, not my girlfriend's name but one I've chosen for this account, seemed very excited by the idea of using her trap on me. She has a breast trap. What I didn't know was that in the bottom of her underwear drawer she had an entrapment bra which she had been waiting for a suitable moment to use on me.

That evening Marie invited me in for a special meal. After the wine with the meal and the liqueurs afterwards the reservations I had had about my decision to surrender to her seemed unnecessary. She sat on the settee, invited me to kneel at her feet and lifted her long dress showing a waist slip. I hadn't noticed that she had also lifted the lower edge of her lycra-enhanced bra. 

For those who haven't encountered an entrapment bra I'll explain how they work. The breasts are retained by normal bra cups but there is an upper layer that covers the breasts from the lower edge of the bra to the wearer's neck. The effect is more like a crop-top than an bra. To trap a man the woman lifts the lower edge of the upper layer so that his head can enter. As his head goes in it stretches the higher part but the bra acts like a see-saw. The upper part expands and the lower part contracts until it is firmly clamped around his neck. 

Once the man's head is inside it is impossible for him to withdraw it. His face is pressed deep into her cleavage. Her breasts move apart, stressing the sides of the upper layer. That increases the pressure on the back of the man's head and he sinks further between her breasts. Even if a woman did not have a breast trap the man is helplessly confined by her bra, smothered between her breasts, and unable to extract his head.

While I was entering Marie's bra her breast trap activated. I was swamped by her sexual attraction. I found it even more overwhelming than the clothes trap used by the anonymous attacker. I was relieved that there had been six or seven hours between that attack and my surrender to Marie. I'm not sure that I could have survived both extremely powerful traps within a couple of hours. 

Different makes of entrapment bra have different release devices. All of them require several actions by the woman. Unlike a normal bra that can be simply unhooked at the back or front and therefore could be released by the man's hands, entrapment bras are designed to be easy for the man to enter and impossible for him to escape.

I don't know how Marie's entrapment bra releases. Women tend not to tell their men about the release mechanism and if a man finds out, they buy another bra with a different release.

Marie wasn't sure that the bra would be sufficient. I can confirm that it is. That bra made me helpless. Her trap did the rest. But she had decided to make really sure that I couldn't escape. She pulled her long dress down my body. That too had a lycra mix. As she pulled, it stretched around me and clamped my torso to her body. She looped a wide leather belt around both of us and buckled it tight forcing my arms to my sides.

Marie admitted a few days later that she didn't need the entrapment bra and certainly didn't need the additional bondage she had used with her dress and belt. As soon as I saw part of her breast I had succumbed to her breast trap. She was frightened by my intense ecstasy and had tried to release me within minutes. She unbuckled the belt, lifted her dress but I was obviously completely oblivious to anything except her breasts.

She tried to operate the release mechanism of her entrapment bra to stop my convulsions. At first the bra would not open. She was trying to do it too quickly. Each action has to be deliberate and in sequence. It was ten minutes from my first contact with her breasts until she had released the bra. Even when Marie moved away I continued to shudder violently for half an hour and I tried to ejaculate several times, vainly after the first.

That night we went to bed together for normal sex. She was wearing a T-shirt nightdress that covered her breasts. Because I had been drained earlier I was able to indulge her with a very long session of foreplay. She had several orgasms before she begged me to stop. We went to sleep with Marie snuggled against my back. 

In the morning I woke up to see one of her breasts poised over my face. It dropped to spread over my mouth and nostrils. Even though Marie lifted her breast almost immediately I was back in the cycle of earth-shattering orgasms. She left me, went downstairs and made breakfast for both of us and returned to the bedroom. My coffee was cold by the time I had recovered enough to drink it."

Even a protected man found the attack arousing:

"I didn't hear her approach. I heard nothing except the distant roar of traffic. The scarf flew over my head, was yanked backwards and I felt myself falling, helped by a strong leg taking my feet out from under me. I didn't hit the ground hard. She must have broken my fall. Her heavy body flattened me. Gloved hands, the feel was those thin gloves used by nurses and doctors, grabbed my wrists and pulled a plastic tie really tight. 

She swung round, still sitting on me and depriving me of breath, looped a tie around my ankles and lashed them together. A third tie linked my knees, a fourth pulled my elbows towards each other, and then she tightened that damn scarf around my head. It wasn't strangling me but she had knotted it so tight that I couldn't get it off no matter how hard I shook my head. 

I'm not small (this victim weighs 180 pounds) and she seemed as big as I am. Even though I'm protected I felt some sexual excitement at being overpowered so easily by a woman. I had enjoyed sexual traps before I became protected and her casual handling of me began to remind me how delicious surrender could be -- in the right circumstances. It soon passed. I felt ridiculous, writhing on the ground totally helpless, bound, blindfolded, gasping for breath and put in that position by a single unaided woman.

I think I'd like to meet her again face to face but I think the outcome would be the same. She'd have me on the floor, blindfolded, smothered and bound before I could resist. "

For some months there had been no satisfactory solution to the case of the scarf attacker. The attacks lasted for two weeks and then ended suddenly. The police thought that they had made a breakthrough when they found that two attacks had been committed in different parts of the city at nearly the same time, and it was impossible for the attacker to have travelled from one attack to another. They concluded that one of the attacks must have been a copycat, but there was no clue about which had been the original attacker and which the copycat. The method of attack had been identical, including details that the police hadn't released at the time.

The True Crime magazine suggested that there was a connection with a regional athletics event that happened at the same time as the attacks. They wrote that a women's athletic team from another country had found, when they met for final training in their home country, that they had a high proportion of team members with clothing traps. Those women had made a bet among themselves that they could entrap men, and the winner would be the woman who had trapped the largest number of men.

To prove that they had attacked a man, they had to take a thumbprint of each attacked man. That explained a detail that the police hadn't originally released -- that most of the men attacked had traces of ink on a thumb, or both thumbs.

The magazine added that the bet hadn't been won. The number of attacks was known because of the reports in the media. The number claimed by the women trying to win the bet was larger than that number by a significant amount. It was thought that some of the contestants had persuaded men to give thumbprints without being attacked. The bet was abandoned with accusations of cheating.

The scarves? The scarves sold by the chain store were also sold in the athletes' country and had been brought into the country with the athletes, as had the plastic ties and the disposable gloves. All were identical, except for outer packaging, with items sold in the country where they were used. That didn't identify the country as the scarves were available in most of the countries participating in the athletics competition.

For a couple of months after the attacks ended, any woman wearing one of the scarves was suspect. When the attacks didn't recur that suspicion receded and the sales of scarves continued to rise because some clothing-trap women found that the scarves were very useful in a domestic setting. Their man could be sexually satisfied and made helpless by hooding him with a scarf. 

Some men found that they were scarved whenever a TV soap episode was due. While they were blindfolded and smothered inside the scarf hood they were continually aroused by their partner's clothing trap, writhing helplessly wherever their partner had trapped them. Their partner could watch the TV uninterrupted, release their partner at the end, and could do whatever they wanted as their partner gradually recovered.

Note: I do not know whether the True Crime Magazine's suggestion about the athletics team is accurate. The information I get from Shelacta is often incomplete or fragmentary.

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Appendix

Shelacta (pronounced She-Lacta) is a contemporary parallel world very similar to our own early 21st Century world except in its sexual practices.

Sexual changes have affected the human race. Young women have become forced to be sexual predators. Once a woman has reached the age of 18 she is mature but she must force five men to orgasm before she becomes potentially fertile. At least one of the five of the five men must be killed by the sexual act of the pre-fertile woman. To help her achieve this women have mutated into developing sexual traps.

If a pre-fertile woman allows a man to penetrate her she loses her sexual trap and it is very difficult for her to become mature except with the help of consenting men. If a man penetrates a mature but pre-fertile woman he becomes immune to women's sexual traps. If he penetrates a fertile woman her trap makes him her slave, whether or not conception occurs. The fertile woman controls whether she wants to conceive or not. The number of male slaves a woman has determines her status. Any of her slaves is at risk of death from a pre-fertile woman, or capture by another fertile woman. 

A woman who has lost her sexual trap is an outcast even when fertile because she has no normal means of making a man her slave.

Chastity belts for either sex are both immoral and illegal. The possession or use of such a device is a capital offence and execution is almost inevitable.

A pregnant woman freezes her status once the pregnancy is confirmed. She can immunise her male slaves against other women by wiping her pussy over their faces at least once a week. She can do this if she is actually pregnant but the pregnancy isn't yet confirmed.

A lactating woman is special. Even if she has lost her sexual trap she is attractive to men because her milk can free them. Every man who drinks a pint of her milk directly from her breasts becomes his own master again. He will be immune to sexual traps for life but from the first sip until he has drunk the whole pint he is the lactating woman's slave and that slavery overrides all others even after she ceases to produce milk. Lactation is the only way for a woman who has lost her sexual trap to achieve status.

Males under the age of 18 are taboo and incapable of arousal. The best birthday present a family can give a son is to buy the services of a lactating woman until he has drunk a pint of her milk. Women who can produce a genuine pint at one feed are rare and much sought after. Most paid 'milkers' have to have several sessions with the fortunate son until the pint has been delivered. The procedure is embarrassing to the son because until he has drunk the full pint he is the 'milker's' slave and as she is usually an outcast of low status his predicament makes him the butt of humour from his contemporaries. There have been several stage farces written around this situation. If she cannot deliver the full pint for whatever reason, he is her slave for life.

The author of these tales has limited access to view journals and magazines from Shelacta. From that access he has extracted some stories that might interest our world.



Shelacta Tales Ch. 14



If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go an appendix on one of the earlier tales to learn about this world.

   Copyright Oggbashan July 2012

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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Tale 14: Fashion Faults

I had just eased my arms out of the sleeves of my formal gown. Andy was lifting the voluminous folds of the dress off me. Soon I would be wearing nothing but bra and panties...

He pushed me hard on to the bed and his body flattened me. My lungs emptied with a gasp. He rammed a soft ball gag into my open mouth and yanked the strap tight around my head, cutting into my cheeks.

How could he do that? He was my slave, and had been for at least a day. Slaves, even unwilling ones, had to obey their mistress's orders. Suddenly I realised that I was in real trouble. With that ball filling my mouth I couldn't order Andy to do anything. I was helpless, unable to sound more than a grunt.

"You should have waited, bitch!" Andy hissed in my ear.

His body was still flattening me, his hands fumbling with the folds of my dress. He opened the entrance to the dress's trap and pushed my head inside.

"See how you like it, Sarah," he said, dragging the opening over my shoulders. 

I tried to back out but my own invention stopped me, exactly as I had designed it to. I sank further into the enveloping satin as Andy pulled the dress down my body, just as I had done to him today and yesterday at the dress rehearsal. I writhed and wriggled. The satin held me tight. With a final twitch Andy pulled the trap's entrance beyond my thrashing feet.

My hands and feet were free but I couldn't move my hands up to my head to release the ball gag. The constricting bands of my trap held my legs together and my arms tight to my sides. Each time I tried, the bands clamped harder before relaxing a little to give the illusion of escape.

Andy lifted my pinioned body in his arms and walked across the bedroom. I heard the wardrobe door open. Surely he wouldn't?

He did. I heard the pulleys moving. He fitted the hanger to the top of my dress and raised it gradually at first as he transferred the weight from himself to the apparatus that he had installed for me to keep long-trained dresses suspended. My head sank to the far end of the satin trap as the dress was lifted. The bands around my body, arms and legs held me as the dress rose from the ground. 

Andy gave a final pull and locked the lifting mechanism in place with me swinging slightly in the confining darkness of clinging satin. 

"Enjoy your own work, bitch. No one will know you are there. I'm going out for a beer or two."

The wardrobe door slammed shut, followed by the bedroom door and finally I heard the unmistakable sound of the key locking the flat's entrance door. I was alone, unable to speak, suspended upside down, trapped by Andy in the trap I had designed to capture him, hanging in my own wardrobe, smothering inside thick satin folds, all because I had been unable to control my own slave's actions. 

Only Andy could release me. No one else had access to the flat. No one would know I was imprisoned there. If Andy didn't return, the next person to enter would be the landlord when the rent wasn't paid, and that was paid automatically by direct debit so it could be months before that happened.

I struggled against the constricting satin even though I knew my efforts were futile. My design was made to be inescapable. The victim can only be released by someone else. I stopped thrashing and began to think back. How had I annoyed Andy so much? Why had he imprisoned me? 

We students who had graduated this year at the Acme College of Fine Arts hold a show on a Saturday at the beginning of the next academic year. The intention of the show is to demonstrate to new students what is possible, to exhibit the graduates' skills to their new employers, or for those few still unemployed to try to impress potential employers.

All the graduates had reached the age of 21 in their final year, having started in the academic year after their 18th birthday. Any potential students under 18 at the time they wanted to start at the Acme College could attend a Pre-Foundation course for the year until they were old enough to start the 3 year graduate course. 

But the rules of the College could be irritating, particularly one rule:

No female student could enslave a male student while they were both students. If she did, her studies were terminated and she had to leave the College no matter how close to graduation she might be.

But after graduation? Anything is fair in love, war, and capturing a graduate male.

This year three female students, including me, and three male students, including Andy, had graduated as fashion designers. During the college's Saturday show, our fashions would be shown on a catwalk, each of us taking it in turn to parade our work of three casual male outfits and three formal gowns for the ladies, a total of thirty-two designs. Unusually we three women had decided to cooperate on a final set of three gowns to be the finale of the fashion parade, escorted by the men wearing their own casual designs.

Despite the college rule, the men and women had effectively paired off during their studies, working together, going out together if often in the group of six. The men knew exactly which sexual traps we women had, and had avoided them carefully. We three women had weak scent traps. Our bodies produced a perfume that could overpower a man but the man needed a long exposure, several minutes at least, for the trap to work.

We wore perfume to nullify our traps when we were in close contact with the male students. The men wore scented nose plugs if they were likely to be very close to us, for example when fitting a gown.

One required element of our course had been to examine capture garments and make some of our own. Variations on the capture bra for those with breast traps were popular and the men had produced interesting ideas. But those ideas, although not useless for women with weak scent traps, would not work well without the male's willing surrender. Although the man's head might be firmly held against our breasts, our scent trap would take too long to subdue him. We might be injured by the man's struggle for release.

We needed a trap that would immobilise the man, or seriously impede his movements long enough for our scent trap to work. All three of us produced variations of the cloak or cape which we could wrap around him, seal shut, and detach from ourselves. The man could struggle inside his wrapping but his thrashing wouldn't affect us. We took it a step further for the graduation display with one way entry bags built as part of our formal gowns. 

Once partly inside, the trapped man could only go forwards, deeper into the trap. Although the traps were part of our gowns, they could be detached if necessary. Mine had a zip along the seam linked to my waistband. With practice I could undo that zip in under a second, leaving the trapped man struggling while I walked away. The disadvantage of all the traps was the weakness of our scent. Before use, we had to wear the trap for some time ourselves to impregnate it with our female odour.

With the cloaks and capes that wasn't too difficult. We just covered or disabled the sealing and wore the cloak/cape as a nightdress before use.

The formal gowns were more complicated and risky. At one time or other all three of us had accidently imprisoned ourselves in our own traps, but whenever we had tried them we had been together, so that a friend could release us, if necessary. But now? I was hoist with my own petard, hoisted upside down in a wardrobe, swinging helplessly in the darkness inside the clinging satin of my gown, waiting for an angry Andy to release me – if he intended to.

I had another worrying thought. Did Andy know how to let me out? I had let him out twice, at the dress rehearsal and at the real fashion parade but he wouldn't have seen how I did it while he was bagged in the dark. The whole point of capture clothing is that the victim shouldn't know or learn how they are freed by their mistress. I couldn't tell him how to operate the release with my mouth silenced by a gag. I suppose he could ask one of my friends but that would be really embarrassing for me. I'm supposed to be Andy's mistress, not his captive. I shook my head in frustration.

The strap holding the gag in place slipped slightly. Andy couldn't have locked it firmly. The pressure on my cheeks had eased a little. I shook my head violently. There was another faint movement but no matter how hard I thrashed my head there was no more give in the strap. The gag was still firmly in place but I felt a little more comfortable. Comfortable? That was a joke. I was still upside down, hanging in a satin embrace, shut in a wardrobe inside a locked flat.

Why was Andy so angry? After graduation the other two men had willingly surrendered to their partners' traps while in bed together. When their partners told them about the traps built into their formal gowns they had willingly entered those traps. Even if they hadn't willingly surrendered their freedom, their mistresses could have ordered them to enter the traps for the rehearsal and the parade. 

Andy had said that he wasn't yet ready to surrender to me. Although I had respected his reluctance, I was worried that he was vulnerable to being trapped by any designing female, including pre-fertile ones that might kill him. I knew that my trap was weak, weaker than most of the traps other women had. If I didn't trap Andy within the week or two after graduation, I might lose him forever. I didn't want that. I loved Andy and wanted him to be mine. 

By the dress rehearsal I was getting desperate. There were several other recently graduated women hovering around Andy. Any one of them could have trapped Andy in seconds instead of the minutes I needed. So I lied to Andy.

I asked him to allow himself to be caught in my gown's trap, both at the rehearsal and the real event. I wanted him to pretend to struggle and orgasm as if he had been sexually trapped but that I wouldn't impregnate the trap with my scent. But I did. I slept in that trap the night before the rehearsal. As he let me fling my gown over his head and shoulders he thought he would be acting helpless submission. Once inside the trap he knew that I had lied. He felt my scent beginning to take effect. 

Andy behaved better than I should have expected. He could have yelled for release and embarrassed me in front of our friends. Instead he struggled as he had said he would, knowing that his struggles would enhance the effect of my scent and lead to his inevitable surrender to me.

He didn't even complain until we were alone together. He could have told everyone that I had lied, had tricked him, had taken his cooperation and abused his trust. He didn't. All he said was:

"Sarah? Was that fair? Couldn't you have waited until I was ready?"

I can't remember exactly what I said. I tried to explain my fears about other women claiming him. He didn't listen.

"I'll go along with the farce at the fashion parade tomorrow, Sarah, if only because it's important to me as well as you, but afterwards? We need to talk and you need to apologise."

He walked away and I didn't see him again until shortly before the parade was due to begin. And then I had trapped him again. I could have soaked my gown in perfume to cover my scent. I hadn't. I had slept in the trap again, adding to my scent. Andy had had more involuntary orgasms totally under my control, in public in front of his family and our friends. Could he ever forgive me? Would he ever release me?

I felt some of what he must have experienced. I was wholly controlled by Andy, at his mercy whether I lived or died. I was aware of the beginnings of sexual surrender. My hand began to edge towards my warm pussy, lifting the edge of my panties. It took a real effort to stop my hand and move it away. My desire to pleasure myself was almost overwhelming.

But I couldn't be surrendering to Andy. That wasn't possible. No man had a sexual trap. A woman could voluntarily surrender to another woman. All men could voluntarily surrender to a woman, whether the man was protected or not and as long as she didn't reach orgasm, he was safe. But some women would lie to a man or might not be able to stop before she reached her orgasm.

I couldn't be surrendering to Andy yet my sexual feelings were becoming overwhelming. My hand started to move towards my panties again and this time I couldn't stop it. My fingers reached inside my panties and nearly touched my pussy.

Shit! I couldn't surrender sexually to a man, but I could submit to a woman's sexual trap if I was exposed long enough. But the only woman involved was myself. I was bagged in my own capture garment strongly impregnated with my own scent. I had been exposed to it for far longer than necessary to enslave a man and I had no way to escape. I was enslaving myself! If I had an orgasm my self-slavery would be permanent. I didn't want to think of the implications of enslaving myself. Even the experts at the Temple might not be able to extract me from that predicament.

I had to get out. Now! A few minutes longer and it would be too late. I thrashed violently, hoping at least to dislodge the ball gag so that I could shout for help even if no one could hear me. The hanger rattled against the lifting mechanism as my struggles made my gown heave and swing in the wardrobe.

Suddenly I dropped into cradling arms. Andy hauled me out of the satin's embrace quicker than I had ever managed to extricate him. He carried me across to the bed and put me down gently. He unbuckled the ball gag as my tears streamed down my face. Even as he tossed it away my arms grabbed him, pulled him to my lips and kissed him as if my life depended on it. 

One of his hands ripped my panties away before we coupled, hard, violently and passionately. I reached several shattering orgasms before I noticed that he was completely naked. As we slowed our thrusting I unclipped my bra and dropped it off the bed. Andy's lips began kissing my breasts before moving down to my welcoming pussy. I held his head against me as his tongue licked and caressed.

I started to speak. His hand gently stifled my words. I reached another orgasm produced by his mouth's expert attention before hauling him back to my lips. Exhausted, we lay in each other's arms, stroking gently and cuddling.

"Well, Sarah?" Andy asked, "Are you going to apologise?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. I was scared I'd lose you."

"I know. I was scared I'd lose you too, but forcing me twice was too extreme, wasn't it?"

My lips answered him. We lay together in silence for a while.

"I'm sorry too," he said. "I shouldn't have left you so long. I didn't leave the flat. I shut the wardrobe door then opened it quietly. I did the same with the bedroom door, and locked the outer door on the inside. I crept back to the bedroom, stripped, sat on the bed and watched you struggle. What made you suddenly go berserk just before I got you out?"

"I felt myself surrendering sexually," I said, shuddering at the reminder.

"But that's not possible!" Andy objected.

"I know. I can't surrender to a man, but I can surrender to a woman..."

"What woman? There isn't another woman."

"I know, Andy. There isn't another woman. But there is a woman. Me! I was surrendering to my capture inside my self-designed trap and to my own body scent. What that would have meant if I had reached orgasm, I don't know, and I don't want to think about. You got me out just in time."

"Can we call it quits?" Andy asked. "You trapped me. I trapped you. You let me out. I let you out."

"But you are still my slave, Andy. I can't reverse that. Only another woman can claim you by overriding my capture."

Andy kissed me.

"I don't want to stop being your slave. I want to be with you. I just wanted to surrender willingly..."

"You could, if someone else..."

"No. Later on, this evening, when we've recovered I want you to wear that gown again and capture me. Then I'll surrender to you, again, this time willingly. Will you do it?"

"Of course. If that's what you want."

"It is."

We kissed again. Tonight Andy will willingly surrender to his mistress Sarah, will enter her gown's trap, be confined in her dress breathing her body's perfume, and both of them will reach orgasm as they confirm their commitment to each other.



Shelacta Tales Ch. 15



 15 Overheated

Copyright Oggbashan November 2013

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world.

Julia has an unusually strong scent trap. She knows that she has and takes precautions to avoid inadvertently trapping men at random. While she has several slaves to her trap, she has chosen them with care.

Her scent trap is her own personal odour which becomes much stronger when she exercises. She showers three times a day and applies a significant level of perfume to reduce her own scent.

When she does exercise - several times a week, she visits a sports club on women-only times, and a country club where she can run in the open air, carefully entering the building next to the women's showers.

Julia's care has ensured that she hasn't activated her trap except by her intention when she wants a particular man to be her slave.

But one day several things went wrong. Each one on its own would have had no real consequences. Together? The circumstances led to disaster.

It was winter and the temperature was forecast to be below freezing all day with sleet, snow and strong northerly winds. In winter Julia's trap was rarely a risk. Even at work her office environment was kept well below anything that would cause her to sweat. Her duties didn't involve much physical effort so she would be unlikely to become warmed and certainly not heated. Even so she would take a cool shower during her lunch break. 

Last night Julia had been with a group of her female friends to see a movie in an air-conditioned venue. Even if she had become heated there, the presence of her friends would mask her scent trap from any passing male. But they had gone from there to a bar, and to a coffee house, and had left to go home in the early hours of the morning.

Julia overslept. She grabbed a couple of cereal bars and a bottle of water as she rushed out of her apartment to catch a train. She didn't have time to shower. She thought that wouldn't matter because it was cold and once she had logged on to her computer to prove she was on duty, she could slip away for a few minutes and shower at work.

Most of her journey to work was on the above-ground part of the network. Only the last two city centre stations were below ground. In summer Julia would get off at the last above ground station and walk the last three quarters of a mile. In winter, especially with wind-driven sleet, Julia would ride the whole distance. She didn't have time to walk the last part if she was to get to work on time.

But, this morning a train had failed and delayed the whole network. As Julia squeezed into a very crowded coach everyone was tightly squashed together with no room even for one more standing. Julia tried to get herself between two women but there were also three men sometimes touching her body as the train jerked and shook. Other women might have been afraid that the men might touch them inappropriately. Julia was afraid for the men.

Despite the weather, she had decided to get off and walk. She was dismayed when an announcement came on the train's intercom as they approached that station.

"We apologise. The next two stations are closed because of an incident. The next stop will be City Centre."

Julia was committed to riding the whole journey. She tried to keep herself calm, and more importantly, cool. If she started to sweat? The consequences could be awkward.

They passed the last above ground station and entered the tunnel. The train slowed and passed the first below ground station carefully. Through the closed doors and windows Julia could glimpse crowds of people filling the platform. A few hundred yards beyond that station the train shuddered to a stop. After a few minutes there was another announcement.

"We regret that there is a signal failure. We are working as hard as we can to repair the fault but there will be a delay until we can get moving again."

Julia tried to stop herself panicking. The tunnel was hot. The train was overcrowded and everyone was heating up. So was she. Her scent trap would be activated within minutes with every man who became aware of it Julia's inadvertent slave. She kept telling herself that it wouldn't be long, she had to keep calm and stop herself sweating. But you can't control your sweat glands.

Julia was one of the women who knew when a man became her slave. It was a sensation in her skin, not unpleasant, more of a light twitch than anything stronger. So far, she hadn't felt a single twitch. Perhaps she would get to work without a problem.

Another announcement.

"We regret that we have to switch off the power for about five minutes so that our engineers can access the faulty equipment. The lights will go off. Don't be alarmed. The emergency lights will come on."

The lights went out. A few dim bulbs, the emergency lighting, reduced everyone to dark silhouettes. But the air conditioning switched off as well. Julia knew she was in real trouble. Within thirty seconds the three men close to her had succumbed to her scent trap. She felt each one as he surrendered to her. She was trying to prop two of the men up, to stop them falling. That made her sweat more.

Within three minutes she had lost count of the men she had trapped. Was it twenty, thirty, fifty? She didn't know. There were men slumped on the floor, if they had space to fall. Many were propped up by the crush, totally oblivious to everything except their sexual surrender. What Julia did know was unless the air conditioning came on soon she would enslave every man in that carriage.

The five minutes passed with no sign of the lights and the air conditioning restarting. Julia was resigned to the reality that she had nearly one hundred new slaves. It would cause a media sensation when the train arrived at its destination and the men couldn't leave because they were all experiencing overwhelming sex. They would have to be carried off the train. Normally a scent trap produces about five minutes of intense sexual arousal, but the men in this carriage were constantly being trapped by Julia with every breath they took. Until she got away from them they would never stop being swamped by sexual bliss. 

At last the lights and the all-important air conditioning came back on but it was too late. Every man in that carriage had been trapped by Julia. It was another five minutes before the train began to move slowly towards the City Centre station. 

The doors opened as soon as the train stopped. Those waiting for the train were shocked to see so many men slumped on the floor. The women got out and began dragging the men out. The emergency services were summoned and put on a major incident alert. Julia told the female station master that she was responsible. She was whisked away from the platform, taken to the staff rest area and was able to shower and change.

The trapped men were laid out in rows along the platform. The emergency crews moved along the lines, checking for vital signs. It was fortunate that no man had died from the overloading of sexual pleasure but many had to be detained for some hours before they were able to continue with their day.

The media interviewed many of the men, all of whom wanted to remain anonymous. This is a sample of their experiences:

1. Mr.A who was standing next to Julia.

"I was aware of Julia as soon as she got on the train. She was pressed against me by the crowd. When the lights went out and the air conditioning went off we all began to warm up. I was aware of Julia's scent and then...

I seemed to be shrinking. My face was against her coat. My clothes vanished. Her coat opened and my nose was in her naked cleavage. Her breasts seemed to grow larger and my body shrunk until her breasts covered all of me. I was drowning in her wonderful perfume. At first I thought I was titty-fucking her. But I wasn't. Her breasts were squeezing me, all of me. She was milking me. I had no control of my body at all. I came, a more intense sensation than I have ever felt, but her breasts kept squeezing and squeezing, rubbing against me, holding me in an inescapable soft embrace until I came again, and again. I lost consciousness, surrendering to Julia's wonderful perfume and her implacable breasts."

2. Mr.H who had been within a yard of Julia, and had fallen to the floor.

"I was suddenly aware of Julia's scent. She seemed to be the most desirable woman in the world and the sensation overwhelmed me. My legs turned to rubber and I slumped. It seemed to be in very slow motion as I slid down to the floor.

Julia appeared to be standing above me, wearing a wide flared skirt. She wasn't was she?"

Interviewer: "No. She was wearing jeans."

"I knew, but to me she seemed to be wearing a skirt. It was so wide that as she straddled me, everything else was cut off from my vision. I was looking up inside at the shiny black lining, her lace trimmed petticoat, and her blue satin panties. She bent her knees and the skirt touched the floor making a cone in which I was wholly contained and hidden. Her perfume became more intense, more compelling. The lining and petticoat slithered over my naked body, making me feel as if I was being gently stroked with the most sensuous fabrics ever. 

Her panties covered my face, and her hands seemed to be pressing her skirt and petticoat hard against it. She was smothering me with her clothing as my erection slid into her demanding pussy. The perfume on her panties and skirt was amazing. I was struggling to breathe through the skirt as she pumped herself up and down on me. Every breath I took made me more helpless, unable to resist Julia.

All my attention was drawn to her pussy which was drawing me further and further inside her to impossible depths. As it pulled me in, she dragged her skirt and petticoat behind my head, past my neck, my shoulders and down my back to my waist. At the same time the other side of the skirt was sliding up the back of my legs until that hem met at my waist. I was totally enclosed inside her skirt and petticoat, bagged in it, imprisoned in it, and that accentuated her perfume.

I don't know how many times I came. Just before the last one I was aware of, my whole body seemed to be inside those satin panties which Julia was wearing again. My erection was buried inside her with most of my body as well. Julia seemed to have dragged her skirt between her legs and was using it to pull me closer and deeper. I struggled against the enveloping panties and skirt but it was useless. Julia had swallowed me, all of me."

There were many other accounts that vary in detail but all show that Julia's power had totally subdued the men. Most had to seek other women's traps before they could escape their obsession with her.

Julia's employers provided her with a company car and a parking space at her work so that she wouldn't cause such a major incident again. 

Appendix

Shelacta (pronounced She-Lacta) is a contemporary parallel world very similar to our own early 21st Century world except in its sexual practices.

Sexual changes have affected the human race. Young women have become forced to be sexual predators. Once a woman has reached the age of 18 she is mature but she must force five men to orgasm before she becomes potentially fertile. At least one of the five of the five men must be killed by the sexual act of the pre-fertile woman. To help her achieve this women have mutated into developing sexual traps.

If a pre-fertile woman allows a man to penetrate her she loses her sexual trap and it is very difficult for her to become mature except with the help of consenting men. If a man penetrates a mature but pre-fertile woman he becomes immune to women's sexual traps. If he penetrates a fertile woman her trap makes him her slave, whether or not conception occurs. The fertile woman controls whether she wants to conceive or not. The number of male slaves a woman has determines her status. Any of her slaves is at risk of death from a pre-fertile woman, or capture by another fertile woman. 

A woman who has lost her sexual trap is an outcast even when fertile because she has no normal means of making a man her slave.

Chastity belts for either sex are both immoral and illegal. The possession or use of such a device is a capital offence and execution is almost inevitable.

A pregnant woman freezes her status once the pregnancy is confirmed. She can immunise her male slaves against other women by wiping her pussy over their faces at least once a week. She can do this if she is actually pregnant but the pregnancy isn't yet confirmed.

A lactating woman is special. Even if she has lost her sexual trap she is attractive to men because her milk can free them. Every man who drinks a pint of her milk directly from her breasts becomes his own master again. He will be immune to sexual traps for life but from the first sip until he has drunk the whole pint he is the lactating woman's slave and that slavery overrides all others even after she ceases to produce milk. Lactation is the only way for a woman who has lost her sexual trap to achieve status.

Males under the age of 18 are taboo and incapable of arousal. The best birthday present a family can give a son is to buy the services of a lactating woman until he has drunk a pint of her milk. Women who can produce a genuine pint at one feed are rare and much sought after. Most paid 'milkers' have to have several sessions with the fortunate son until the pint has been delivered. The procedure is embarrassing to the son because until he has drunk the full pint he is the 'milker's' slave and as she is usually an outcast of low status his predicament makes him the butt of humour from his contemporaries. There have been several stage farces written around this situation. If she cannot deliver the full pint for whatever reason, he is her slave for life.

The author of these tales has limited access to view journals and magazines from Shelacta. From that access he has extracted some stories that might interest our world. 



Shelacta Tales Ch. 16



 16 Pantyhose

Copyright Oggbashan December 2013/November 2014

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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Pantyhose

I shouldn't have accepted her invitation to use her flat's bathroom while mine was being fixed. We are both final year university students living in a block of student accommodation. But the building was nearly forty years old and hadn't been maintained properly until this year. Gradually the whole building was being rewired, re-plumbed, and renovated. We students generally had the option of moving out to very temporary accommodation in residential caravans in the grounds, or swapping flats while the work was done.

The workers hit a problem when some of the old plumbing failed. There wasn't enough spare accommodation for everyone. Monica and I had agreed to share our bathrooms for a week or so. Her bathroom was completed first and she had used mine. It hadn't been difficult. She and I had worked out a timetable.

It would have been impossible except that the toilets were originally separate from the bathroom and had a small washbasin. I could wash and shave in that. All we needed was the bath and shower. I got up slightly earlier than normal and was out of the bathroom before Monica needed it. She slipped into my flat wrapped in a bathrobe, and left fully dressed. During the whole week I saw her in that bathrobe about three times. We were too busy with our final examinations to take much notice of each other.

I should have remembered the University's rules about female students trapping male students. It was forbidden during the three years of the basic degree. Postgraduate students were allowed to do what they liked, and once the final examination of the finals was completed, although we remained students for the last week or so, we were considered post-graduate.

Monica and I had been neighbours, friends and students on the same course for nearly three years. Our relationship hadn't progressed beyond friendship and being occasional partners at events. I liked her. She liked me. We had been closer to each other than almost everyone else despite having temporary love affairs with others.

Whenever the current boyfriend/girlfriend relationship ended, Monica and I were there for each other. We offered a sympathetic ear, supplies of coffee, and, if needed, a shoulder to cry on. It was usually Monica crying on my shoulder, but once or twice I had needed her shoulder. She would offer her shoulder freely, hugging me to her soft breasts.

Monica's scent attracted me. I assumed that she had a weak scent trap because the attraction wasn't overwhelming. I was wrong. Monica had been very careful to abide by the rules. She showered at least twice daily, always after sport or exercise, and wore a perfume to nullify her scent trap whenever she might be close to male students.

I was wrong about the strength of her trap. I was also wrong about Monica's intentions for me. She wanted me as her sex slave, and not just as her sex slave, but as her husband. I should have known better. We had just finished our final examinations yesterday and male students were off limits to women's sexual traps until then. I should have been on my guard, but I had known Monica as a friend for three years. I liked her but had forgotten that she would be a threat once the finals were over.

The work on my bathroom started on the Monday morning, after I had showered. That evening I knocked on Monica's door at the agreed time. I was carrying my towel and wearing a well-wrapped bathrobe with nothing underneath. She let me in and showed me where her bathroom was. It was sparklingly new. The partition between the bathroom and toilet had been removed and the room seemed much larger than the two had been.

There was one difference. Suspended from the ceiling in her bathroom was a drying rack. I would have to slide through the washing hanging from it to get to the bath. Why? If the rack had been pulled up to the ceiling I should have been able to walk under the washing.

Pantyhose brushed against my face. I hadn't noticed but everything hanging from the rack was pantyhose. I stopped dead. There was a strong perfume from the nylon and it overwhelmed my senses. It was the familiar scent of Monica but much, much stronger. My face was pressed against it as her scent trap caught me. The towel fell from my useless hands.

I barely noticed Monica coming behind me. Her hands reached up to pull the pantyhose from the rack. She pulled the crotch area across my nose and mouth before wrapping the legs round and round my head. She knotted it in place as I stood there transfixed, drowning in her scent.

She untied my bathrobe and let it fall to the floor. She took the other pantyhose off the rack. One pair she wound around my chest and tied my elbows. The next went at my waist to secure my wrists. She gently guided me from the bathroom to her bedroom, pushed me on the bed and swung my legs up. She tied my legs at the ankles and above my knees. I was a helpless pantyhose tied parcel. 

"You're mine, James," Monica said quietly. "All mine. There is no way you can resist my scent trap when it is combined with my sweat. I've been saving my used pantyhose for today and you walked straight into them."

I couldn't answer. My brain was telling me that my face was deep between her legs, pressed hard against her pussy. I felt her legs clamp around my head, her hands pulling me closer. Yet through the nylon over my face I could see Monica standing beside the bed looking down at me.

I hadn't noticed when I walked in that Monica was wearing her bathrobe. She shrugged her shoulders out of it and let it slide. I could see her erect nipples standing proud. Her trap had worked and I was her slave. My erection was harder than I had ever known, insistent.

Although I could see Monica's wonderful body, my sensation was still that my face was buried between her legs. Even when she straddled me and slid my erection inside her I still believed her pussy was swallowing my face. Gradually I became aware that Monica was engulfing me. My head was sinking deeper into her. Her breasts were spreading over my chest. My body was wholly wrapped by Monica and sliding inside her.

I came, shatteringly, into her. As I did, I knew I was Monica's slave for life. She, and her pantyhose, had claimed me.

One usual effect of a sexual trap is almost instant recovery from a climax and a succession of climaxes until the victim is exhausted. My body thrust up against Monica again and again until she took pity on me and lifted herself off.

She untied the pantyhose from my head but I was still helplessly bound on her bed. She walked across to her wardrobe and reached to the top shelf. She came back with a mass of dark black nylon in her hands.

"James, I'm keeping you here for a while," Monica said as she lifted my feet from the bed.

I was too exhausted to resist as she pulled the nylon up my legs and rolled me from side to side to ease it up my body to my neck. I looked down. It seemed impossible but all of me was inside a single opaque black stocking.

Monica laughed at my expression.

"It's a giant stocking, intended as a joke. But it's no joke for you. I crawled inside it while in my bed for three nights and it's strongly scented by me. I don't think I need to, but to make sure you are totally enslaved, it's going to encase all of you."

She lifted my head and shoulders. She yanked the stocking upwards. My head was covered. I tilted my head back looking at the light through the end of the stocking as the top began to close as Monica twisted it.

I was sealed into blackness. I felt Monica knot the stocking above my head, and secure it to the rail at the bed head. Even if my hands and arms hadn't been tied to my body I would have found it almost impossible to untie that stocking from the inside.

My erection returned as I realised that Monica had made me completely helpless inside her nylon stocking and pantyhose. I juddered into orgasm time and time again, barely aware of Monica's hands gently stroking me through my encasement.

As I slumped yet again, Monica untied the top of the stocking. She rested my head against her breasts, holding it close to her cleavage. I knew I was Monica's. Her scent trap had overwhelmed me, even without the bonds and the stocking covering my body.

Monica looked down at me.

"Are you going to be a willing slave, James? I want you for my husband, my partner, but enslaved by me. Are you willing to be all that?"

If I had had a free choice, Monica would have been at the top of my list of potential mistresses. She had always treated me with care and consideration.

I tried to speak. I couldn't. Monica's scent was too strong. I nodded weakly.

"Was that a yes?" Monica asked. "You must speak."

Her instruction overrode my helplessness.

"Yes, Monica. It was, and is, a yes."

Monica pulled my head into her cleavage, holding it there while she pressed her breasts together. Her scent was very strong. My tired body started to convulse into another orgasm. She gently eased my head out of her cleavage before starting to remove the stocking and the pantyhose imprisoning me.

She stood up, clutching the heap of nylon.

"I'm going to put all this in the washing machine. They have served their purpose, this time. I'll take a shower while you recover."

Monica left the room. My eyes closed as the sensation of arousal gradually subsided. I was too exhausted to move and dozed. 

When Monica returned, she was fully dressed.

"Up you get James," she ordered. "Go for your shower. I've brought your clean clothes through from your flat. You're having breakfast with me."

She had to help me off the bed and support me to the bathroom. I managed to stand up and shower, but I still needed Monica's help to get dressed. She sat me down on the only chair in her kitchen. She perched on a stool.

As we ate breakfast I began to feel more like my normal self except for a sense of exhilaration. Monica had caught and claimed me and I liked the idea. She had been a friend, a companion and a confidante. Now she was my mistress and my lover. I was hers. I preferred being Monica's to being the slave of any other woman I didn't know or like as much.

The experience of being trapped by Monica had been shattering but wonderful. The knowledge that she could trap me every day from now on, and I would enjoy mind-blowing orgasms each time, was worth savouring. If I had left the building, I would have been at risk from almost any woman of our year. Monica had not only trapped me, she had protected her friend.

"James," Monica said as we drank coffee, "there is one thing I want to do. I want to give you milk. You know what that means, don't you?"

"Yes, Monica. That would protect me from other women's traps and reinforce my enslavement by you."

"So, do you want my milk?"

"Yes please, Monica. If I had been able to choose, I would have chosen you. Now you have chosen me, I want to stay yours. I had forgotten that I was vulnerable from last night and thank you for protecting me. Your milk will make that protection stronger..."

As I was speaking, Monica had unbuttoned the top of her dress and had lifted her bra. My words were stopped by a breast pushed into my open mouth. I sucked and felt a small trickle of milk. I swallowed. Monica pulled her breast away.

"That's all you are getting today, and for some time. I took a low dose of the milk producing drug, just enough to give you a taste. Now you are wholly mine and we need to get on with the day."

We left her flat hand in hand. Several women, fellow final students, noticed our clasped hands and smiled broadly. They knew that Monica had claimed me.

Most of the day was concerned with administrative tasks, making sure we had returned library books, paid dues to the university, and corrected our forwarding addresses. We couldn't change the addresses. Where would we be? As a couple, do we go back to our parents' homes, or set up for ourselves? We didn't know. We left our parents' addresses as our contacts until we decided.

Our lunch in the canteen we talked about what we were going to do. The plans we had had as singles were now irrelevant. We both had more than one offer of employment for which we were grateful, but which would be best for Monica and James as a couple?

Since I was now Monica's slave, she could have decided what would be the best compromise that suited her. She didn't want to do that. She wanted us to discuss, and us to decide, what would be best for the two of us. I appreciated that. If she intended our relationship to be as equal as it could be between mistress and slave, my servitude would be very easy to bear.

At the end of the day she insisted that I share her bed. That was an order I was very willing to obey. She pulled my head between her breasts to activate her trap. Once my erection was achieved, she rode me repeatedly before she moved to snuggle her head against my shoulder. I slept better than I had done for weeks, happily drained by her sexual enhancement and grateful for the love she had given me.

Our relationship as mistress and slave seemed to have started as partners. I would always be the junior partner. That is a man's role on Shelacta. But I had Monica as a caring and considerate mistress. That was the best situation for any enslaved man.