Heavy Metal

Heavy Metal. Book 1. Author: Morlock  Title: Heavy Metal  Universe: The Hotel  Summary: The continuing adventures of a character from The Hotel.  Keywords: MF,FF,bd,ws,tort,anal,bondage,cpt,weird This story is an spin off to the much longer story The Hotel.  It will stand alone, but will have much more context if you read The Hotel first. Prolog. My name is John Hafner, and at the time this story starts I was eighteen years old - just out of high school.  You can believe my narrative or not, but it gives me something to wile away the long hours while I wait for my next usage. After high school, I was a part time apprentice to a plumber - one Mr. Smitters - a crabby old man, but I needed the work and his was all I could get.  My report cards in school were never of the highest quality.  To be honest, they were barely passing, so high paying desk work was out of the question.  We had been called to a very large house in the best part of town - a part that I had never been in before.  The house was unbelievable.  I knew that rich people existed but I just thought those were people who could buy a new car now and then.  But this house was not only huge, but the inside was more like I had seen in school trips to museums.   I realized just how far down the scale I was, incomewise. The rich broad had a problem with her sink in a bathroom.  One of the bathrooms. It had never occurred to me that a house would have more than two at the most.  This one must have had half a dozen.  And this one was the size of my whole apartment. I stood by doing my usual apprentice work which consisted of handing old man Smitters tools and parts, and occasionally making a trip out to the truck for something.  He had his head under the cabinet and I was just standing there waiting when the broad appeared in the bathroom doorway.  Holy shit!  She was wearing a short robe, her legs and feet were bare, I think - but feet weren't what I was checking out.  The top was open and the inside half of two white knockers were showing.  My dick immediately began to grow, despite my attempts to hide it.  She was holding a glass, with ice, and some kind of booze, I assume.  She was looking at the growing bulge in my pants and smiling.  Despite the view, I was glad when Smitters called for something, and I bent down to the tool box to get it.  Turning my back to the woman, I took the opportunity to make some adjustments on my frontal area before I stood up again.   When I looked again, the doorway was empty. In a few seconds, I heard a bitten off "Shi...  Crap!" and the sound of water spraying, then pouring onto the floor.  I looked down to see him twisting the shutoff valve as the spray of water stopped.  He unbent and scooted from under the cabinet, looked around to see if anyone was there except me, then said, "The goddamned valve body is broken.  We'll have to change the entire faucet."   He got up, and went through the door.  Apparently the woman was just outside because I heard him telling her the problem.  "I'll have to go and get a new faucet assembly, Ma'am.  These gold jobs are only carried by Coles on the loop.  It'll take me an hour - hour and a half this time of day." I heard her murmur something, then he came back into the bathroom.  "Hafner, take all the stuff out of the cabinet and wipe it down, then sop up the water and pull the handles and the nozzle off the body.  I'll be back in an hour or two.  Don't wander around the house." All I could say to that was, "Yes, sir." Those instructions took about five minutes to complete, and I was wiping down the inside of the sink cabinet, when I noticed a pair of legs behind me.  I backed out of the cabinet, and looked over at a pair of tits about twelve inches from my face.  She was leaning over and the robe sagged enough to show it all.   As I couldn't take my eyes off the pair, she suddenly asked, "If you are through here, would you help me with another problem?" I gulped, and nodded.  She started out of the bathroom and I followed her into the adjoining bedroom, then down the hall to another, smaller bedroom. Walking up to the bed, she had untied the belt, then dropped the robe to the floor and turned around.   God, this wasn't happening.  Her body was all I could focus on.  I could see her entire slit, since she had removed the hair totally from her mound.  Her tits were slowly wobbling back and forth.  I hope I wasn't drooling, but I couldn't guarantee it.  She lay back on the bed and spread her arms and legs.  Looking at me staring at her, she said, "I would never let a strange man have me voluntarily.  But if he should happen to just take me, there is nothing I can do about that." Confused, I just kept looking.   She looked over her head and pointed with one hand.  "Take that silk and tie my hand with it."  I looked at what she was pointing at, then noticed that there were pieces of cloth, scarves, maybe, tied to each bed post of the twin sized bed.  Then I realized what she wanted.  Since I was a normal eighteen year old male, my powers of refusal to freely offered pussy were nil.  In fact, I would fuck anything with a hole, the consequences be damned. I bent over and tied her arm with the scarf, then both legs and the other arm.  "Under the pillow is a gag," she said.  I looked under one, then the other and found a red ball with an elastic band running though it.  There was also a blindfold - something that she later told me was called a sleep mask.  "Put those on and then you can do anything you want."  Holy fuck.  I put the gag in her mouth then slipped the band behind her head, then the mask over her eyes.  Then I just stood back and looked.  My body was shaking with lust at this point.  I had never, ever come close to having a piece of ass of this caliber. Quickly, my clothes came off, and I climbed onto the bed.  She jumped when I felt of her crack, which I followed with a finger into her love canal.  I used the other hand to twist and roll a nipple, then to bobble a knocker back and forth.  Shortly, I couldn't take it anymore, knelt between her knees, and lubing my pecker with spit, slowly fed it into her pussy.  It didn't take long, obviously.  I hadn't had any tail besides my hand for a month or more, and the situation was far beyond any capacity of mine to dream of.  I blew the load into her twat, then collapsed on top of her and rested for a moment. Shortly, I got up and knelt beside her.  I was beginning to realize the advantages of having a woman stretched out naked and unable to protest or tell you to get off.  Now much more calmly, I began to play with a body, the like of which I might never have a chance to feel again.  I looked over at the clock.  Even with him hitting every traffic light, I had at least forty-five more minutes before having to worry about him driving up.   I hoped like hell her husband didn't come home, either.  My few girl acquaintances had taught me where a woman's buttons were.  As least on the cunts that were available to me.  I assumed that a high class piece of ass would be built the same, so I twiddled her nipples and her clit, enjoying the hell out of it.  Maybe she was, too.  It wasn't long before I was ready to go again, but this time it lasted the proper amount of time.  Once again I thought I was going to blow my insides out - the circumstances of an unbelievable woman's body and the stretched out access to it were just as overwhelming the second time.   Afterwards, I put my clothes back on just in case old man Smitters showed up early, but sat on the bed doing a rub job on her little horny button.  In a while, she arched her back, and stretched her limbs and I knew that she was about to cum.  I speeded up and sure enough, she began thrashing around in her bonds, then fell back and relaxed.  Since it was getting close to the time of Smitters's return, I began to untie her.  She sat up, still dangling those great jugs, and kissed me.   "What's your name?"  she asked.  I told her.   "Well, John.  Did you like it?" "Yes, Ma'am." I answered and nodded at the same time.  She slowly got to her hand and knees, her knockers swinging under her.  Much more of this and I would be ready to go again. "Would you like to do it again?"  I gulped.  Why me?  I'm not a stud.  My equipment is good, but nothing spectacular.  But women only notice that stuff after the important things, like a car and money.   I keep myself clean, don't smoke and know what a toothbrush is for.  But I'm still a kid with a two bit education, a go nowhere job, and not a whole lot of potential for the future.  She slowly lowered her legs over the edge of the bed, then took my hand and laid it on one of her knockers.  "Wouldn't you?" All I could do in nod again.   "John.  I'm a rich bitch who likes being tied down and fucked.  Or beaten if you want.  I'm looking for a man that I can trust to do it to me on occasion."  She stood up and bent over to get her robe, giving me a first hand look at her behind crack and asshole - on purpose I'm sure.  She had me give her my cell phone number, then she gave me her name, then shooed me back down the hall to the bathroom.  --------------- For the the next few days, I couldn't get the rich bitch, as she called herself, out of my mind.  I just about wore out my right hand and my dong thinking about it.  In fact, a month went by and no call, so I considered that experience to be a fluke, then, on a Saturday morning, my phone rang... It was her. "Johnnie.  This is Susan, the rich bitch that you enjoyed a few weeks ago."  I held my breath, my heart racing.  "Are you interested in doing it again?" For an eighteen year old horny kid, that question obviously had only one answer. "Yes, Ma'am!" I finally got out.  "Should I come to your hou..." "God no," she interrupted.  "Do you know where the Motel Rainey is?  ...on 31?"  I said yes.  "Can you come right now for the day?"  Holy shit, a whole day? Again a yes.  "Come on, then.  Room 212." I headed for that place as fast as my old clunker would go.  In a half hour, I pulled up in front of the room. Since it was the middle of the day, and a weekend, there were very few cars in the parking lot, and definitely none that a woman of her money would drive.  But I got out and knocked on the door.  It opened a crack, and there she was, peeking around the edge.  She opened it enough for me to enter, then locked it behind us.  She was already totally naked. "Take your clothes off," she ordered.  As I began, she started to lecture me.  "Listen, Johnnie.  I want you to understand that your use of my body comes with conditions.  Mainly, that you tell nobody of our experiences." She sat down on the bed and watched me undress.  "I know that young men love their one-upmanship with their friends, but in this case, you just have to bite your tongue and keep mum.  Understand?"  I nodded.  "If it gets out, not only do you lose this..."  At this point, she leaned back and spread her knees to show the object she was speaking about.  "...but, if my husband finds out, then there is a good chance that you lose that."  She pointed at my just revealed dong, standing straight up, of course.  "In a nutshell, he is very rich and powerful and if he finds out what I have been doing, he will probably cut that off," pointing at me,  "stuff it in here," pointing at herself, "just before he has both of us dumped in the river." I gulped, but unless he was standing in the doorway with his goons, my gonad pressure overrode any fear of exposure.  Naked myself, I started to climb on the bed when she stopped me.  "Down, boy.  I'm not finished.  There is another reason you are here." She got off the bed and picked up a large duffle bag, obviously fairly heavy.  "From last time, it is no secret to you that I am into bondage and discipline."  I nodded. "That is what you are going to practice on me.  For now, I will lead you through what I want today, but you should pick up the gist of my needs fairly quickly."  She paused.  "The actual sex isn't what drives me - it's the restraint and the pain.  Tonight, I will take care of any needs I have for an orgasm, so you don't need to concern yourself with that.  At least, not as an ending result.  Of course, if I get off with you, so much the better."   She pulled several items from the bag then dropped it back on the floor. "Notice this bed."  She glanced toward the headboard. "It's the reason that I chose this place.  Well, that and the fact that it is just another anonymous hotel on the strip.  Anyway, notice that the frame is metal and has posts at the corners."  She handed me four pieces of rope and four...  binders... handcuffs...   No, they were cloth lined wide circular rings, with a pair of holes in two flanges for a lock or something.  "I want you to tie me spread eagled, on my stomach to the corners of the bed.  Tight."  She pulled a wide strap out of the bag.  "Then, at your leisure, you will beat me with this on my back and butt.  At least a dozen times, but they don't have to be all at once.  You can wait between strokes.   Hard.  While you are doing that, or after, you can use me anyway you wish.  Understand so far?"  I gulped and said yes.  "You won't turn me loose for two hours, no matter what."  She pointed to the table by the door.  "There is the card key to the room.  If you need to leave for a while, be sure and take it." I was surprised. "Why would I want to leave." She answered.  "I didn't say you would.  Just if you wanted to go next door to the sandwich shop and get something to eat or drink to refresh yourself, you could."  She pulled one other item out of the bag.  This was just a round rubber ball.  "I'll hold this in my hand.  When you hit me, look at it.  If I drop it, you are lashing too hard."  She laid out on the bed, on her stomach, and spread her arms and legs.  "Tie my arms first, then gag and blindfold me, then my legs.  Pull tight when you fasten my legs.  You're a strong young buck, you should be able to really pull on the rope before you tie it. Ready?" "Yes, Ma'am."  I picked up the two smaller rings, opened them, then closed them around her wrists.  Instead of a lock, the end of the rope went through the flange holes and was knotted, which did just as good. Then each around the headboard posts and tied.  I was starting to get into the mood of the act, and pulled her head back by the hair, and inserted the large ball gag into her mouth.  The velcro strips were then pulled behind her head and crossed.  Tightly.  Then the blindfold. Now the two larger rings were closed around her ankles and knotted closed.  Now, instead of tying each rope to the lower posts independently, I led each of them around its post, and prepared to tie the ends together.  That way I would get the tension on both legs even.  She wanted it tight, so I leaned over the end of the bed, grabbed both ankles and pulled to get any slack out of the upper ropes - and her body.  Then, pulled on both ends of the ankle ropes as hard as I could, then tied a knot called the trucker's hitch - something that I would bet money that she had never heard of.  Now, by pulling on the free end, I had leverage to really tighten it up. I heard her trying to say something though the gag, so maybe the ropes were tight enough.  I climbed on the end of the bed, sat on my knees and looked at what I had available.  Possibly, I was in heaven, although I didn't remember going through a golden gate, but the sight in front was divine enough.  Her beautiful body was stretched to the max, and spread in an X.  Her crack was open from where it disappeared under her love mound up past the pussy hole and then between her open ass cheeks.  Her cunt would be hard, but not impossible to reach with my dong, but no matter.  There was another very available brown hole that would do just as well. I scooted up closer so I could do a little playing.  My hand roamed around in her pussy crack for a while, as I tried to keep my cock from just shooting off into space.  She obviously was a long way from a blushing virgin - I could get three fingers in her twat with no problem.  While doing so, she wiggled and grunted, but I wasn't sure if she was enjoying herself, or complaining.   A the moment, I didn't care.  For the next two hours, things would happen as I wanted, not her.  After poking around in the little brown hole that I was going to enjoy very shortly, I got off the bed and looked through the contents of the bag.  Jeez!  She had all kinds of stuff - dildos, lube, plugs, tape, rope, scarves, cotton, handcuffs, and several things that I couldn't recognize, but probably would enjoy using on her. Hmmmmm.  I pulled out the roll of tape - standard duct tape - and looked at it for a moment - then at her.  Ok, she wanted a torture session, she would get one.  I stripped off about two feet of tape, then tore it down the middle to make a strip about an inch wide.  Crossing to the other side of the bed, I put one end under the hand holding the ball.  Quickly, then, I taped the ball into the palm of her hand by wrapping it around and around.  I leaned down close to her ear and said, "Ok, sweetie, time for your punishment.  Remember to drop the ball when I get too rough." I heard her "Ummmmumf" and "Arrrgggnno" around the gag.  Meaningless mumbo jumbo to me.  By now the sense of power over a helpless female was becoming overwhelming.  I had never been into B&D, but I was beginning to see the attraction.  I picked up the whip - actually a wide stiff leather strap with a handle, and swung it a few times.  God, that had to hurt on skin.  I walked up to the bed, and stroked it up and down her back a few times.  She was still, probably wondering when it was going to hit.  I stopped the stroking, walked over and  unlocked the door, opened it, then closed it.  Then, very quietly moved a chair to the end of the bed and sat down and just looked up at the wonderful sight.  Actually, it wasn't that I was wanting to look at some more, but the realization that I was about to blow a wad before entering her if I didn't get my mind on something else for a minute. I sat there for maybe five minutes, with her assuming that I had left.  Silently, I got up and walked to the side of the bed, lifted the strap over my head and laid it with force just below her shoulder blades.  Not with all my strength, of course, but it was still a heavy stroke.  The results were more than gratifying.   Even stretched as tight as a bowstring, she tried to arch her back. Her head came off the bed as far as it would lift.  Her arms and legs stiffened and writhed for several seconds.  Around the gag came a "AIIEEEEEEE" that was surprisingly loud.   Her fingers of both hands were outstretched - I didn't know if it was automatic reaction or that she was trying to drop the undroppable ball in one hand.  Even her toes were pointing. In my case, the reaction was instant and spectacular.  The sense of power, and that of her helplessness, along with her reactions to the blow, were more than I could take.  My nuts erupted and a jet of jism shot over the bed, clear to the other side.  I dropped to my knees, jerking my dong trying to reach the end of the orgasm.  Finally, I just leaned over and lay my head on the bed, overwhelmed by the reaction.  Was this actually happening, or would I wake up in my lonely bed in the morning? After a few minutes, I let her have another one.  Then at two minute intervals, four more.  She was screaming inside of the gag, but I had orders not to stop for two hours.  Suddenly, the idea of going next door for a milkshake was irresistable.  I hurriedly put my clothes on, picked up the key card and left the room.  She was still whimpering.  At the soda shop, I ordered my shake, then sat down and tried to recover from what I had just seen and done.  Besides, it would take a little while before I recharged enough to actually fuck her.   For the first time in my life, the young cunts that walked by, or came in the shop were uninteresting.  Compared to the high class flesh that I had in my power next door, the thought of fucking these was like jacking off to a magazine photograph.  Eventually my pulse and blood pressure came down, I finished my shake, and quietly entered the hotel room.  Again, I sat down in the chair and just looked over the merchandise.  The sight of the stretched out hourglass body, and the inviting brown hole looking back at me triggered my dong again.  Shortly it was hard and ready.  But first... Another long "AUUUGGGGEEEEEEE" came around the gag as I let her have a pair of strokes on the butt, then another on the back.  Now she was struggling in the ropes, obviously really trying to get loose.  I put the whip down and found the jar of lubricant, climbed on the bed between her legs and fingered some lube on the little ass dimple and my cock.  I rose up over her ass, and slowly fed my dick into her poop chute.  It was tight and warm.  Since I had already blown off my load a short while ago, I would take much longer on this one.   Once again, it was great - I let myself get close to blowing the new load, then stopped to let the pressure subside.  Several times.  By the time I finally came, her asshole had gotten a major workout. A while later, I was making her writhe and struggle in the ropes again as I wielded the strap.  This time I could tell that she was screaming for me to stop.  When I did, I threw the strap off the bed, settled in behind her but and reached under to her clit.  Eventually, after some slowly increasing strokes on her clit, she once again spasmed in the ropes, then just collapsed into motionlessness.   At the end of two hours, I began to release her.  She began to thrash and flex her muscles, then turned over without raising off the bed.   "Put that sheet up over me."  I picked up the indicated sheet and pulled it up over her.  "Now, get under here, you bastard."  I slid under it with her.  We lay facing each other.  She moved her head to kiss me lightly. "Did you know I was cursing you after those first strokes?" she smiled. "No," I answered, "From out here it is just mumbling."  "Well, I was."  She shuddered, lightly.  "Taping that ball to my hand was really a class act."  She moved her hand to my dick, and pulled it lightly.  "You may have the makings of a real sadistic master.  Some of my sessions on the mountain weren't this cruel." "Where?" I asked. "The mountain?" "Never mind.  I just want to nap for a while." She looked at me severely. "I don't suppose your needs are imminent after that workout you gave my butthole?"  I shook my head.  "Ok, get lost.  I'm going to sleep."  I got up and dressed, made for the door, and stopped when she said, "That was great, Johnnie.   I'll call you next week sometime.  Bye." I sat in my car for a few minutes, thinking over the day, still almost not believing that this was happening to me. --------------- That's how it went, every few weeks I would meet her somewhere, tie her up and make her scream in the gag for a few hours, meanwhile fucking her anytime I wanted.  She kept mentioning this mountaintop somewhere, then realizing that apparently she should be talking about it, and clamming up.  Still, I got the idea of a spa, or school for women somewhere that they learned about bondage.  It didn't make sense, but apparently it was true.  Eventually, after one all day session at a hotel, she mentioned that she would be gone to the mountaintop for a week, and we would be skipping the next few weekends, ourselves. Thinking about this mysterious place, I decided to see it for myself.  She had let out that she was leaving early Saturday morning.  I was waiting at a station across from the road that exited her gated enclave of massive homes.  Sure enough, about eight AM her 'Benz pulled out onto the road and headed south.  I started to follow - closely in town, then further back once we got onto the Interstate.  Two hours later she pulled into a station, either for a pee break, or just a snack because she didn't park at the pumps.  Shortly we were heading south again.  Not long after that, we turned east for a short ways, then south on Highway 71.  Since there was almost no traffic on this road, I had to stay way back.  Eventually, I crested a hill and could see the road ahead for miles.  Crap!  She was nowhere in sight. Where the fuck could she have gotten off on this almost abandoned ro...   Then I remembered the keyword - the mountaintop.  I was in the mountains, for sure, on the road leading across the top of them.  She had to have pulled off somewhere in the last mile or so.  I drove slowly back the way I came, looking on both sides of the road for any way to get off.  The only thing I came to was an old hotel, obviously closed, further up a slope.  Two miles further on, there was nothing but a driveway to a rundown farm house. Back I went, looking again.  And again, still nothing but the hotel.  A mile further from it was a road leading into the woods, but getting out and looking at it, I could tell that no tire had been over that dirt today.   It had to be that ramshackle hotel.  But that made no sense.  I was expecting a gated, guarded, exclusive... something, but not that old cinderblock nineteen fifties leftover.   I  drove down the mountain to the nearest town, got something to eat, and some water and supplies, then drove back up the mountain and parked on the road leading into the woods.  I drove far enough in so that my car couldn't be seen from the road.  Now I wasn't sure what to do.  I decided to just walk back up the hill through the woods.  If someone stopped me, I would claim to be a rock hunter or something.  That probably wouldn't be very convincing, since I had no hammer, bag or anything else.  Maybe I was looking to buy some land, and was looking over what I thought was for sale.  Eventually, I came to a place where I could glimpse the hotel through the trees.  It still looked abandoned, but not entirely.  The gravel parking lot was fresh, and there was a single car parked there - but not Susan's 'Benz.  Shit, if her car wasn't there, then she wasn't.   Now what?  If she wasn't here, she wasn't.   But where the hell else could she have disappeared in that mile or so? I moved around, staying well in the woods.  I could see that the rooms had individual single car garages.  Several were obviously not usable - the garage doors falling apart.  But several were almost new looking.  Could her car be in one of those?  I couldn't really walk up and look.  Where I was now was not exactly illegal - maybe it was a mild form of trespassing but I doubt that the cops would be called if someone saw me.  They would probably just tell me to get the hell out.  But if I walked up and started opening doors, that was breaking and entering. But I either had to do something, or go back home.  I couldn't sit in the woods all day and all night.  I decided to go back to the car, drive up and down the road one more time to see if I missed something, then head home and call it a fucked up day.  I got up to go and... Whoa!  A door opened and a man and woman walked into the parking lot toward a block of buildings.  Son of a bitch.  It was Susan!  This was it.  I froze, just watching from behind a tree.  They walked into one of the blocks of rooms, and disappeared.  Eventually, he reappeared, but without Susan.  I sat down and watched for a while, but nothing more happened. This was a bondage school?  It wasn't anything like I expected.  Hell, the two-bit hotels that Susan and I usually met in were five star compared to this dump.  --------------- Evening rolled around, but except for seeing the man walk between the buildings a few times, nothing happened.  I had to decide what to do.  Dark finally arrived, and in that part of the country, with no moon, it was DARK.  I decided to walk up and see if I could find a window to look in.   I walked slowly to the end of one of the blocks of hotel - there was no fence or anything around he property.  I had already made my alibi - I had parked my car down the road somewhere so I could look at the countryside, and now I'm lost.  Can you help me? I came to a door, looked around and then opened it.  Nothing - just total blackness.  As I walked along the line of rooms, they were the same way, except that some didn't even have a door.  Obviously this block of rooms had been abandoned for years.   Walking around the end of the block, I crossed fifty or so feet of open space to the next block of rooms.   These were in much better shape.  A couple were unlocked but in the totally darkness the rooms was just big dark spaces.  Several more were locked.  I thought that Susan was in the... Suddenly a flashlight came on, showing the end of a shotgun barrel.  My heart just about stopped at that point.  The owner said something that I didn't really hear, but I immediately put my arms over my head and said something along the lines of "Don't shoot, please."  My legs were just barely holding me up. "Sit down!" he demanded.  I instantly dropped to my butt.  "What are you trying to steal?"  He waved the gun.  "Keep 'em up."     "Mister, please.  I'm just looking around." "For what?" he demanded.  What was I going to say?  That I was looking for a bondage school?  Maybe a... "I can just shoot you right now and dump you off the mountain, if you like." I waved my hands.  "I was just following a woman." "What woman?" "Susan Larson," I finally admitted.  "She is up here training... or something." He paused for a moment, then told me to get up - slowly.  He had walk forward and open a room and enter.  It was a bedroom - fairly ordinary.  Maybe this WAS just a hotel and she had met him here like she meets me.   Next, he told me to kneel at the far wall with my hand on my head.  The next thing I knew, a collar was placed around my neck and hooked to a chain in the wall.  "Ok, get up and sit on the bed."  I did. "Now, spill it.  What the fuck are you doing her." I didn't have any choice.  I told him about Susan, and my playtimes with her.  He asked more questions and I answered more or less truthfully.  Finally, he made me give him my wallet and car keys and left.  Shit, I had been one dumb son-of-a-bitch.  Now I'm fucked for sure - trespassing, probably breaking and entering.  The sheriff is probably on his way.  I leaned back against the wall and inspected the chain and collar.  For sure, I wasn't going anywhere.  Hours went by and finally I fell asleep leaning against the wall. --------------- I woke up from my light sleep when I heard something.  It was him again, but this time with a much more friendly expression.  He came over and unlocked the collar from my neck. "Sorry, kid." he said.  "I thought you were either a burglar or a blackmailer.  But you check out ok."  He handed my my wallet and keys, then said,  "Come on to my office and we'll have breakfast." With my legs weak from relief, I followed him into the next building.  Inside was a big breakfast tray, which he pointed at and I immediately sat down and began to gobble down.  While I was eating, he asked me various questions about how I knew Susan, what we did, and what she had told me about this place.  I answered as honestly as I could.  Eventually, he sat back and looked over his hands at me eating.  He excused himself and left me alone for a while.  I finished up - it was the first food that I had had since noon yesterday and I had been starving. He came back in the room, sat down and said, "What she told you is correct.  This is a bondage spa, so to speak.  It's totally secret to protect the women, but there's nothing illegal happening here.  But let me warn you to say nothing to anybody."  He looked at me hard, and I nodded vigorously. "The police won't care, but these are very wealthy women and their husbands are both wealthy and powerful.  If they got the idea that you had anything sexual to do with their wives, you would probably just disappear overnight.  Understand?"  I really nodded this time.  Susan had already warned me that I would be missing my nuts if her husband found out about us, so my bragging about my woman to my few friends was not even an option. "Susan is ready for her day's B&D. Would you like to see how it is done?" What the fuck?  Would I!  Hell, if I had any money, I would have PAID to see it. "Yes, Sir." I stammered.  "I would love to." He got up and waved me to the door.  As we walked across the parking lot, he gave me instructions on what to do when we entered the room.  Susan was squatting in the floor, hands behind her and a mask of some kind covering her whole head.  He put a finger to his lips to remind me of silence, then unlooked the neck chain from the wall and we pulled her out of the room into one next door.  This one was unbelievable.  It had bondage equipment of all kinds on the walls, on shelves and some laying on the floor.  Susan was led to a bench, her legs were spread wide and hooks were connected to her ankle bracelets.  Then she was bent over parallel with the floor and her head fastened to the other end of the bench with a wide metal strap.  Finally, a strap was put around her waist and cinched tight.  Now she was bent over, legs spread and only able to barely wiggle.   My host began to remove his clothes, then motioned for me to do also.  I did, but was worried about showing my now erect dong.  It was an unnecessary worry - he had a nice one standing up also. Then he handed me a mask. "Put this on.  I'm going to take some pictures and I don't want your face in any of them."  Puzzled, I slipped it on.  Soon I forgot about it as he handed me a wide whip and said, "Here, warm her ass up a little." My legs were again weak, but this time with anticipation.  In some disbelief I took the strap, then stood to the side of her.  I decided that I wasn't having a wet dream, so I pulled back my arm and swatted her what I thought was a good one.  She tried to yelp through her gag. "Harder," he said.  I really laid on on her. This got a muffled scream around the gag.  He indicated four more, so I laid them on.  By now, my nuts were about to blow big time.   When I finished, he walked around to the front of her and removed the gag.  Immediately she began pleading for mercy, promising any number of things if the whipping would stop.  Coming back to me, he said quietly in my ear.  "Let her suck you off.  Otherwise you are going to blow all over the floor." She was still blind, so walking in front of her was no problem.  I moved up to her and touched the end of my dick to her mouth.  She immediately knew what it was and swallowed it immediately.  I have to say that it didn't take very long before I was holding her head and pumping a load into her throat.  I flopped down on the chair while he stepped up to her behind and shoved his cock into her asshole.  He reamed her out good, Then, warning me not to speak or fool with her mask, he told me to play with her anyway I wanted till he got back. I was still having troubling believing my good luck, but decided to enjoy it as long as it lasted.  I walked around Susan, feeling of this and that.  It would be only a short time before I was recharged.   There was a thin whip on the wall, among many others.  I picked it up, swung it a few times, then stooped down beside her and laid a stroke across her boob.  She jumped, or tried to, like she had been electrocuted.  She also screamed and started begging.  "PLEEEEASE Master!" she shouted.  "Don't hit Susan's titties!"  In reply, I walked to the other side and whacked the other one, but this time in an upward stroke on the nipple.  Screaming, she thrashed around as much as her fastenings would allow.  The nonstop begging went on and on.  Soon, he came back, arranged the camera so it would see her face, then had me step up behind her and fuck her pussy.  I still had my mask on, of course, but she didn't.  I pumped away, sometimes reaching around to squeeze her nipples enough for her to yelp.  Finally I unloaded, he turned off the camera and put her mask back on.  Then he told me to enjoy her for the rest of the day, and left.  I was still in heaven, but I'm afraid that Susan thought she was in a totally different place.  By the time the day was over, her tits, pussy and asshole were well used, for sure. That evening, after a large dinner that came from nowhere, (Come to think of it, who was doing the cooking?  And where?) we were setting in his office, relaxing.  Well, he was relaxing - I was exhausted and empty.  "What did you think of the day?" he asked.  I just babbled something about being unbelievable.  Then the unbelievable really happened...  "I'm thinking about giving you a permanent position on the mountain.  Are you interested?" Holy Shit!  Again, I managed to get something out that said yes.  He gave me some instructions for a doctor's appointment to get a vasectomy, then warned me in the strongest terms to keep this place absolutely secret.  I was to come back for the next session the next week.  Finally, he threw me a wad of cash that would choke a horse.  "Your first months salary." Shortly after, I left, still not believing my luck.  To be paid - and highly paid - to fuck high class women.  This couldn't be happening. Unfortunately, I was right. --------------- By the following weekend, I was rutting again and ready for the next woman tied and spread in front of me.  I got to the mountain on Friday night, rather than Saturday morning so as not to miss anything.   He invited me into his office, and we sat and talked and drank.  I had beer and sandwiches, and he had wine.  The conversation centered around the hotel and how it worked.  After a while, the long day was getting to me and I could hardly hold my eyes open... --------------- When I woke up, I had a splitting headache.  It took a few minutes for me to remember where I was - the mountaintop hotel.  I shook my head - a mistake, for sure.  But it wasn't like me to get knocked over by a few beers.  Strange.   As I tried to lift both hands to rub my eyes, they wouldn't seem to work.  I suddenly realized that my arms were fastened behind me. Then, looking down, I saw the ankle bracelets.  But that was nothing to the shock of what I saw when I looked down at my body.  There was a silver...  something... a wide metal belt and...  holy shit!  My pecker and balls were inside of a metal cage that was hooked to the belt I was wearing.  Now thoroughly alarmed, I looked around for the first time and saw that I was in a cage.  Goddamn, what is this!  Looking through the cage, I could see that I was in... in...  what the hell?  A cave?!  I struggled to my feet, another mistake since my head tried to explode, stuck my head to the bars and yelled,  "Heyaaah. What the fuck is this?!  Let me out of here!" That worked.  An older woman started for my cage.  She was slightly chubby, with pendulous tits, totally naked, and carrying a short strap of some kind.  She came to the side of the cage, stopped and said in a no nonsense voice, "There are people trying to sleep here.  Keep your voice down!" With that she hit me with the whip, hard, across the chest.  My mind was in total confusion - part of me trying to wake up out of this nightmare and the other part...  well, there wasn't another side. "What am I doing here," I asked much more quietly.  The woman looked at me, then answered.  "The reason you are here is because the Master wants you here.  Otherwise you would be somewhere else." "But what IS this place," I insisted. "It's the Masters dungeon.  And before he gets back, you need to learn a few things."  She pointed to the floor of the cage with her whip.  "Squat there on your haunches."    "Fuck that," I answered, "I can stand up when I..."   Whack! This time she really let me have it.  I staggered back against the other side of the cage, cursing full tilt.  The woman pointed her whip right between my eyes.  "The first thing you need to learn, is that your skin will feel a lot better if you do what you are told, immediately.  Now Squat!" I didn't have any choice, being in a cage and with my hands hooked behind me.  I squatted.   "Spread your knees apart."  I did.  "Good."  She stooped down herself, and gently lifted my balls with the end of her whip.  "That's a nice set you're hanging.  If you want to keep them, don't speak unless you are spoken to."  She stood up.  "If I have to whip you, it's gonna hurt.  If the Master stripes you... well, lets just say you will wish you could take your skin off." She just stood there looking for a while before she spoke again.  "My name is Pancake. I'm the head girl in this place, under the Master.  You will call me Mistress. Understand?"  I just looked at her, trying to figure out how I was going to get out of here. Suddenly I got a whack across the leg.  "Are you having trouble answering, boy?  What did I say?"  "Yes... Mistress," I managed to choke out.  Playing the part of a slave was vastly harder than I would have supposed it to be. --------------- I didn't see him - my new Master - until the following morning.  Pancake was standing beside the cage, then whispered out of the side of her mouth.  "The Master is coming - get in position."  I immediately dropped to the squatting position, my knees wide and my head down.  I had learned the hard way during the last day to do what Pancake said.  All I could see was feet, but in a few moments I heard him say, "Get Cupcake and Chocolate and put him on the examination rack." Two other girls came up, both young - one was beautiful - big tits and long red hair, but the other was stunning.  Brownish skin, big all over and stacked like a brick shithouse.  They opened the door of my cage, and with each on an arm, marched me across the cave to a table.  With my hands behind me, I didn't have much to say about it.  Besides, Pancake followed behind with her ever-present whip.  I was told to sit on the table and ankle bracelets were latched so that my legs were wide and raised somewhat.  Then the redhead unfastened my wrists and pushed me on my back.  She reconnected the wrist bracelets so that my arms were held out from my head.  I was now spread like I used to do to Susan. I was very apprehensive about what was coming down here.  The man didn't say anything, just looked at me for a while, then walked away.  The girls were getting something ready.  Pancake removed the cage around my dick and balls with a key.  Eventually, the redhead came over with a pair of sissors and began to cut the hair around my dick.  I lay very still hoping that she didn't miss with the shears.  Finally, I felt something hot on my skin above my dick, then in a moment or so was bellowing at the pain of the hair being yanked out by the roots.  They had applied a girlie wax procedure on me.  What the fuck?  For a couple of hours I lay there in moderate pain as they methodically waxed me from my ankles to my neck.  Once that was over, they remanacled my hands, put my dick and ball cage on,  and took me for a hot shower.  Then I was placed back in my cage.   But this time, after the door was locked, Pancake had me back up to the bars and unfastened my wrists. Over the next few weeks, I was taken out of the cage and placed on the table every morning.  As the hair grew back out, including on my face, the other two girls would spend about two hours with little electrolysis pens removing each hair, one by one.  As the weeks went by, I became smoother and smoother.  I also became hornier and hornier.  My privates were locked in a steel cage that not only prevented me from screwing anyone - not that there was a chance for that - but even prevented me from jacking off.  By now, after looking at two beautiful women swinging their tits over me every day as they de-haired me, I was in definite pain from the groin pressure.  It didn't help that they would "accidentally" let their boobs drag across my chest or face as they worked on me.  Or would bend over and give me a look into no-mans land.  Finally, one day as the big brown girl - Chocolate was her name - was working on me, and the other girls were busy somewhere else, she climbed onto the table and planted her cunt right on my face.  She gave one command.  "Lick." I did and it was great in one way.  She was clean, it smelled wonderful, and was exciting as she came with my tongue in her crack.  But it also just raised the cum pressures in my nutsac even more.  That night, I tried everything I could imagine to stroke my dong.  But it was impossible.  However, early in the morning, I woke up in pure ecstasy - then realized that for the first time since my early teens, I had had a wet dream.  Then all three girls began to use me to get off several times a week.  On some days, if the man - I was still having macho problems with thinking of him as Master - was gone, all three would make me use my tongue on their twats for hours. --------------- One day a few months after I had been caged, the unbelievable happened.  Susan was dumped naked and unconscious into my cage.  She had a rope burn around her neck from something - what the hell happened?  Did she try to commit suicide?  Or what?  At the same time, my chastity belt was removed but my wrists were connected to chains from my neck collar.  My dick was now free, but I couldn't reach it.  Then I noticed that Susan had a chastity belt on.  Why was she placed the cage with me?  We obviously weren't expected to fuck - not with that thing over her cunt. In a couple of hours, Susan woke up, nauseous and confused.  My presence just added to her confusion and she was in no mental condition to carry on a conversation, so I just sat down beside her and put my arms around her.  She didn't react until my hand went to one of her boobs, then she violently reacted and pushed me away.  Suddenly,I saw the Master and Pancake walking towards us.  I immediately got into the proper position, squatting with my knees spread and head down - despite my refusal to think of myself being in a master and slave situation, I still didn't want any piece of Pancake's whip.  I tried to tell Susan to get up, but she still wasn't totally herself yet.  I wondered if I was going to get beaten for trying to play with Susan. As soon as Pancake got to the cage, her whip got Susan's attention and in seconds, she was in the same position as me.  The man told her that she would let me do anything to her body that I wanted to do.  That was a real shock.  In a few moments, both left and Susan just fell back against the corner of the cage, crying.  I moved over and just held her as she cried herself back to sleep.  I was till wondering just what had happened to her before she was brought in here.  Her reaction couldn't be for the bondage - she now loved that.  Something else bad must have happened. ---------------- The next morning, both of us were taken out of the cage and strapped face down over a rack.  I noticed that the big girl, Chocolate, was strapped down in the same way.  What the hell was this?  It didn't take long to get an answer - and one that I didn't like.  Pancake and the young redhead came up to us with some equipment and in a few moments I felt something being stuffed up my asshole.  That was bad enough, but I felt the thing expanding inside of me.  Ass work, unless I am doing it on a woman, is not something that I had any interest in - in fact, I hated the idea since I connected it with being a queer, and I definitely wasn't. Soon, I felt my ass being slowly filled with liquid.  Soon I was in definite discomfort, needing to shit in the worst way, but whatever was in my ass wouldn't be pushed out no matter how much I strained.  As the cramps in my gut started to get really bad, my neck was released and I was stood up, still with my ankles chained widely spread.  The thing was pulled out of my ass, and I blew my guts into a bucket.  Then I was bent over and strapped down again and the whole process repeated.  Since my head could turn, I could see the same thing was being done to the two girls, also. After three episodes of the above, I was totally cleaned out and probably five pounds lighter.  Then I felt something different being pushed up my ass and a set of straps tightened around my waist and thighs.  Finally, we were released and Susan and I were put back in the cage.  One there, I saw that Susan had some kind of plastic something in her asshole and held with a strap connected to her chastity belt.  I obviously had the same thing, except mine was held in with a strap harness.  For a few hours, all I could focus on was the rod up my asshole, but slowly the sensation began to fade and I got used to it.  That is, as long as I didn't try to sit down on my butt. In a couple of days, we were strapped back down, the object removed and cleaned out again.  But, immediately another and larger one was installed.  This went on for a couple of weeks.  During that time, Susan finally got back to being close to herself and I got the story of what had happened to her.  It was unbelievable, but no more than the existence of this cave.  We began to sleep together, side by side - not that there was a lot of choice in that little cave.  But our sleep times started with us usually in the spoon position - as she called it - with her back to me and with my arms around her and usually holding or gently massaging her tits.  Once the asshole widening stopped and the rods removed, it didn't take my dick long to discover her real hole and I finally got to relieve my juices for real.  In fact, I did it quite often, since she was under orders to let me use her however I wanted. Unfortunately, I did it too often.  Susan was becoming sore from my constant poking of her asshole and the Master noticed.  The punishment for my crime was severe, although I didn't realize it from the wonderful start of the action. Two of the girls took me from the cage, and I was strapped down on the table they used to de-hair me.  After their two hours of poking me with their little pens, I was just left on the table, wondering.  I could see the man and the three girls talking in the distance, then shortly Pancake came up to me and climbed on me with her hip strattling my body.  As I lay there, spread out and in total surprise, she reached down and began to push my dick into her cunt.  She began to rise and fall back, her saggy tits bobbling up and down and back and forth.  Soon, I blew a load into her, and lay back wondering why I was being rewarded so.  In a short while, he redhead began to finger my balls and asshole and soon she was on top and swinging her big pair over me.  It took considerably longer, but again I emptied myself into her. Again, a short time went by, the the big girl climbed on me and once again my dick was swallowed by her pussy.  By now, there was no way that I could do it again on such short notice, but the girl bobbled her massive tits over my face, then rubbed them up and down my face and upper body, all the while stroking my dick with her cunt, and my asshole with a finger.  She never seemed to tire, just went on and on, and finally I erupted again.  I doubt that there was much to shoot into her, but I did anyway. By now I was exhausted, empty and my dick was sore as hell.  Fortunately, all four left me along, still spread, but glad of the rest.  A hour later, I was starting to cramp since I had been in this position for several hours.  Did they just forget about me?  Unfortunately no.  All three came back, and before I realized what was going on, the big brown bombshell had climbed onto my table and planted her cunt in my face.  Again, her only word was "Lick!."  I guess her vocabulary was limited somewhat. As I began to move my tongue up and down the crack, do my dismay, I felt one of the other girls climb on and began to feed my semi-hard dick into her hole.   I realized that it was a very tight hole - I couldn't see because of the big brown pussy covering my face, but it must have been her asshole.  Then someone began to finger my butthole and balls.  This fuck session was both painful and wonderful.  I couldn't believe that I was being worked over by three women - something that only happened in the past fantasies in my own bed and with my right hand.  But also, my body had nothing else to give and it was telling me that.  Eventually, I gave out one last cum spurt, and collapsed - well, not exactly collapsed since I was laying chained on my back.  But I had given all I had.  Or rather, all that I had left was forcibly taken by the three women. Unfortunately, the days action was not over.  I was unchained, and led over to another rack.  At this point, I didn't have enough strength even to escape from the smaller redhead, even if the chance had presented itself.  I was bent over on my stomach, legs spread and feet on the floor, with neck and body fastened tightly to the table.  I didn't realize what was going on for a few minutes.  Someone began to finger my asshole - I could feel something being smeared over and in it.  Then I suddenly realized to my horror that he was trying to stick his dick up my butt! I began to yell and protest but it did no good of course.  Eventually, he was inserted completely inside me and was reaming me good.  My shouts finally tapered off as the reality of my situation descended on me.  I wasn't gay - I hated queers - and it had never crossed my mind that I would ever be used like one.  It also never occurred to me that a man with all the available pussy in this cave would lower himself to have sex with another man.  But my position was emphasized when he began to feel around of my dick and balls, just as if her were a woman.  Finally, he blasted his cum inside of me and my use was finished for the day.  Totally exhausted, I was put back in the cage with my chastity belt reinstalled.  Susan snuggled up behind me and I dropped off to sleep, dead to the world. --------------- A couple of weeks went by with me unable to relieve myself.  Then one day, I had my belt removed and I was taken to the far corner of the cave to the hot tub.  My hands were fastened behind me, of course, but I was placed in the water for about twenty minutes.  It was wonderful - the first time I had ever been in one.  I wondered why.  Then I found out. I was removed from the water and strung up in what the girls called the big chain X.  I was standing vertically with my arms spread above me and chained to the overhead beam.  My legs were the same way, widely spread with chains to my ankle bracelets.  The Master - in fact, everyone - came up to look at my fully exposed body.  The master began to play with my nuts and despite myself, I got an immediate hardon.  It had been so long since I had shot off that I was responding even to an unwanted touch. He began to examine some pieces of metal and I began to get worried about what was going to happen.  Finally, he began to fiddle around with both the metal and my balls and suddenly I felt the pressure of weights pulling my sac down.  When he backed off, I could see two rings of heavy metal around my heat stretched sac.  What the hell was this?   A new way to keep a man from cum'ing?   I didn't know, but it didn't have any effect on my dick - it was still at full stretch. Then the big brown girl, Chocolate, came up, lifted herself up and lowered her twat onto my dong.  What the Fuck was going on?  Two weeks of no sex allowed at all, and now I get one of the master's prize slavegirls?   She began to move slowly up and down, then reached around and stuck a finger into my asshole - this was one use of my butthole that I didn't mind at all.  With my weeks of stored up jism and with the feel of a unbelievably sexy girl rubbing her massive tits on my chest, along with the sensations from my dong and asshole, I ripped out a load that would have lifted her off the floor if she hadn't been so big.  As I hung in the chains by my wrists, I had the fleeting thought that whatever the metal rings were for, they definitely weren't to keep me from cum'ming. --------------- A few weeks later, Susan disappeared and I never saw her again.  I wondered just where the Master would send a woman - surely he wouldn't just free her.  But, she was replaced in time with a really strange girl - I think, it's a girl.  This was a hermaphrodite person - from the waist up she was a beautiful brown girl, but she had a pecker and no balls.  I had always thought that the tales of such a person were just - well, just that, tales.  But she/he had a working pussy and most definitely a working dick. Not long after she came to the cave, I was strapped down over what the girls called the 'sawhorse rack', legs spread, and this trans person was allowed to use my asshole.  It wasn't pleasant by a long shot.  For one thing, she was very large, much larger than the Master or myself.  Even though I had my hole stretched for several weeks, it was still a painful act as she just shoved it in, held onto my hips and pumped away.   Afterward, the Master did the same thing, but after the boy/girl, I could barely feel his dick.  Then... Apparently, the Master wasn't pleased with the way that the trans girl fucked me.  After releasing me, he had the other girls strap her onto the rack, and then the Master said, "Do what you want with her."  Wow, that made the violation pain of my asshole recede.  The other girls were watching as I walked up to the woman and began to feel of her strange crotch.  Close up I could see that under her dick, she had the slit of a pussy - actually, strapped over the rack, it was above her dong, but my finger would go in all the way.  Apparently it was a real cunt.   I walked around to the front, stooped down and grabbed both nipples with my fingers.  And squeezed. She yelped around the gag as I said, "Hurts, doesn't it?"  I looked up at the Master to make sure that I was in the ok.  He just nodded and I squeezed more.  She really began to squirm now.  Then grabbing her huge tits with either hand, I slapped them together a few times.  She sure had a nice pair.  Finally, I walked behind her again, wet my dick, and inserted it into her asshole - much gentler than she did to me.  I didn't want the Master mad at me for doing the same thing.   This part of her was like a normal woman.  Tight and warm.  Apparently she wasn't into getting her shit packed because she squirmed and babbled around her gag the whole time.  My metal clad nuts swung back and forth, slapping her twat on every stroke.  That was erotic in itself.  Finally, I blew off in a nice come, and after pumping all I could into her, backed out and waited. The Master left her tied up, and told me to do what I wanted till dinner.  I spent the time fondling and poking.  Later, I fed her by hand, making sure that any time I poked something into her mouth, I also poked around her bottom.  It was a lot of fun. --------------- Over the next few weeks, I was now allowed to mingle with the girls.  I was warned to keep my dick to myself until given permission to use it.  I made damn sure I did so, since I didn't want back in that ball and dick cage.  I was allowed - actually made - to eat them out anytime they wanted, and that was fun as long as my dick and hands were free to jack off the pressures later. Then suddenly we got a new girl - a chubby one. Apparently this one had pissed the Master off in some way.  She arrived tied with ropes and with a sack over her head, yelling threats through the bag the whole time.  She was just put into a cage and fed for a week or so, then she was gone again. My current lifestyle was certainly different than any that I had imagined before.  All the same, I wasn't entirely unhappy.  I didn't like the bondage stuff, but it was a fact that, except for the short time that I was fucking Susan, I was getting far more quality tail than I had a hope of stuffing on the outside on my own. -------------- In another few weeks, things got really weird.  The same fat girl came back from wherever she went - or had been sent.  When she woke up, the girls hauled her over to the rack that was used to remove hair and strapped her down.  I didn't help since I wasn't asked.  I just continued to sit and watch the television.  In a short time, I heard one of the girls scream, and then all of them started babbling.   Startled, I jumped up and looked but still couldn't see what was going on.   Things calmed down and the girls went about their hair removal routine, I assumed.   A couple of hours later, the fat girl was removed and hauled over to another rack and stretched out tight on her back.  This time the Master waved me to come over. When I got there, Coco had already climbed onto the rack and began to fuck the plump girl.  She took her time, stopping and starting, all the while the stretched out girl was trying to wiggle and apparently trying shout around her gag, but nothing came out.   Apparently, like me, she had never seen such an apparition as the girl Coco.  She had almost certainly not ever expected to be fucked by something like her.  Finally, Coco came, then collapsed onto the fat girl.   The Master looked at me and asked, "You want a piece of this?"  Hell, yes.  Chubby or no, she was still a woman with a hot pussy. I tapped Coco on the back and said, "Get off.  It's my turn."   Shortly my metal nuts were slapping the plump girl's ass crack as I pounded away.   By now she had calmed down - either she was tired, or the fact that she was now being fucked by a normal male wasn't as alarming as the previous dick owner. After I was finished, we all retreated to our living area as the Master began to assemble something next to the rack where the girl was still bound.  In a little while, Pancake came back to us, almost whitefaced.  She was shaking as she said quietly, "He's going to brand her!" Holy shit.  This girl must have really pissed him off.  The girls were all in a state of semi shock, speculating if they would be next.  And hoping not with a passion.  I kept looking and finally asked, "Why is she so quiet?  She should be screaming or something." Cupcake looked at me a moment and said, "She's had her tongue cut out and her vocal cords removed." That got my attention.  I did a double take, then looked back at Cupcake to see if she was joking.  The look on her face instantly convinced me that she wasn't. "God almighty!" I exclaimed.  "Why?" Pancake still couldn't take her eyes off the girl strapped down across the cave. But she replied, "Apparently she tried to shoot the Master in a holdup or something." I had no reply, but it began to sink in that the bondage in this cave was real, not just some play acting by the occupants.  I decided to not piss off the Master in any way if I could help it, while I was here.  At the time, I still was assuming that my captivity was temporary and that eventually I would be back in the real world. A while later, the Master waved us over to the girl and had us carry her bodily to her cage.  Everybody's eyes were wide open at the sight of the word SLAVE branded into her upper thigh.  We were also happy to see that he had unplugged the hotplate and wasn't planning to use it again. Her wrists were chained to her neck so that she couldn't tear at the brand. -------------- A month later, she was healed and taken over to her new quarters.  Actually, it was a round platform with a mattress to match. Really, just a round bed.  This is where she stayed, permanently.  From then on I never saw her released from the platform.   She was fairly chubby to begin with, but now she was being fed constantly and visibly gaining weight almost daily.  One of the girls would flush her out with an enema nozzle daily and all of them would turn her over at least twice a day, then reconnect the chains to her arms and legs so that she was always stretched out in an X - whether on her back or her stomach. Frequently, Coco and myself were allowed to use her any way we wanted.  She was a lot of fun - soft, yielding, and warm.  At first, she would try to protest, but of course, nothing came out.  As time went on, she just accepted her use by us and just lay there.  Obviously, she wasn't as much of a roll in the sack as, say, Chocolate, but our access to Pudgy, as she came to be known, was much much more often than was allowed with the Master's harem. In a few months Pudgy had become huge.  I wondered just how big the Master would allow, or force her to get.  By now she was permanently hooked up to a pee hose and poop chute.  It was as if she had become just another piece of furniture. ------------- In the same few months, my nut sac had stretched considerable with the weights.  By now he had added rings that totaled - he said - about two pounds.    The weights didn't hurt in any way, and in fact felt real good when I was pumping one of the girls.  The only drawback was that I had to make sure my nuts didn't swing into something hard, like when I was climbing into or out of the hot tub.  With all that steel, swinging them into an obstruction by accident was gut wrenchingly painful.  I could no longer fuck one of the other girls if she laid on her back.  My nuts would drag back and forth on whatever she was laying on.  Most of my penetrations were now from behind with her bent over something.  Pudgy was so big now that even my extended ballsac wouldn't touch her bed, but the Master was afraid that all that weight banging her crack would dislodge some of the plumbing hooked to her.  He made Coco hold my sac any time I was screwing Pudgy.   Fortunately, he also warned Coco not to play games with my nuts while she had hold of them or he would stretch her out and me shaft her for a week.  She didn't like a dick up her butt anymore than me so she took the warning to heart. -------------- Months went by, then years.  My nutsac still grew, but much more slowly than the first year or so.  I wondered if it would actually get to my knees.  What the heck - it either would or wouldn't and it made no difference to my cumming, except that the weights holding my balls away from my body actually made the orgasm better. A few girls came and went.  They didn't usually stay long and usually disappeared without my remembering their names.  Finally, a new girl was added to the dungeon - one who was allowed to keep her own name.  Stephanie.  I was allowed to use the original four - Pancake, Cupcake, Chocolate and Coco - on occasion.  Actually, they were allowed to use me far more often than I was allow use of them.  But Stephanie was some kind of special girl.  I never touched her.  Pancake said that she went to some expensive and foreign school to learn everything there was to know about sex.  Could be, I guess.  I had no way of knowing. Pudgy by now was just an inert, but warm and soft lump on her round bed.  I was still allowed access to her most of the time.  Of course, the sex maniac boy/girl Coco was usually on her every time I walked over.  That was one person who absolutely could screw all day and all night if she was allowed to.  I guessed that because she didn't have any balls, then she wasn't limited to the number of times she could screw in a day like a man is. --------------- One day another woman was brought into the cave, drugged as usual.  That night I walked over to her cage to look at her.  She was beautiful, with big tits and long brown hair.  I wondered where she...  Suddenly, my eyes stared at her face in disbelief.  This was a Hollywood actress.  I couldn't remember her name but I had seen several of her movies.  I looked across the floor of the cave into the distance where the Master was asleep with his special slave.  God almighty.  How could even he capture someone like this?  My estimation of his power went way up from there.  If he could just capture women like this without worry, just how powerful was he? The next day all the drugs had left the girl and she was hollering from her cage.  She threatened for a while, then begged, then went back to promising revenge on everybody in sight.   Shortly, three girls dragged her kicking and screaming from her cage and bodily hauled her across the floor to a sawhorse rack.  She was bent over it and chained into place.  Her shouting suddenly stopped - or at least got muffled - when Pancake jammed a ballgag into her mouth.  The Master then proceeded to feel her up in no uncertain way.  He moved his hands up and down her body, pinching and prodding here and there.  He bobbled her titties for a while, then spread and stuck his finger into her pussy.   She was definitely not agreeing with the examination.  Even with the ball gag in, she made it clear just what she thought about the procedure. The muffled shouts got even louder when a finger went up her butthole.  But they were nothing as to when she suddenly realized that the Masters dick was starting to enter her twat.  Even with the chains on tight, she bucked and reared as he grabbed both big titties and began to pump.  By now, I had a rock hard pecker and my nuts had compressed the steel rings together as they tried to enter my body in preparation to blow off.  Of course, I realized that there wasn't a chance in hell of my being allowed to touch a cunt of this calibre. Eventually he blew his load into her and backed up to watch it drip out of her crack.  Then - wonder of wonders - he motioned to me and said, "Put it to her.  Don't use her asshole."  Not believing my luck, I stepped up to her as Cupcake knelt down and lubed my pecker with her mouth.  I then moved up behind the chained body and began to feed my dick into her crack.  Very shortly, my steel ringed balls were swinging back and forth as the slapped against the top of her crack on the forward motion.  Like the master, I reached around and took one tit in each hand.  God, what a sensation, enhanced by the knowledge that in ordinary life a person like me would never get within shouting distance of such quality cunt, let alone bang it.  All too shortly, I erupted into her and fell back into a waiting chair. Unfortunately, that was the only time I had her.  Only a few days later, she disappeared and I never saw or heard of her again.  I often wonder what happened to her and what lucky stiff now owed an unbelievably desirable slavegirl. That wasn't the only time.  A few months later, an even more famous actress entered our world, but this time I didn't get to screw her.    An unknown time went by.  By now the cave was my entire life - in fact, my memories of the outside world were hazy, like a movie that I had once seen and had mostly forgotten.  My nuts had almost stretched to my knees and I was as hairless as an egg below my eyebrows.  --------------- Then, one day suddenly, my life came to an end.  At least my life in the cave did.  The Master called me over to his desk and his message hit me like a ton of bricks.  "Boy.  You're leaving here in a week or so.  I've sold you to a friend who collects exotics like you."  At my stunned expression, he continued.  "Don't worry.  He's a kind master."  Before my chief worry could pop to the surface, he added, "He isn't a queer.  He likes girls."  That was a relief, but if that was his taste, why did he want me? The Master kindly let me say goodbye to everyone that next week in the only way I knew how, except for his special girl, of course.  When the time came, the girls were bawling - they had actually come to like me during my time in the cave.  I left the cave at night, was turned over to a very large man, put in the back of a van and driven to some airport and shortly was in the air.  Somewhere we changed to another plane and took off on a much longer flight.  Eventually we landed and got into a large black car. --------------- Hours and hours later - at night, in fact, we pulled through a gate in a high set of walls and then up to the front of a...  well, a mansion, I guess.  It was a huge house, far larger than any that I had ever been in, or even close to.  Up the steps we went, down a long long hall, then into a small room with a bed.  One of my handlers pulled my robe off, and both left the room, closing and locking the door behind them.  Looking around, I realized that I had come up in the world.  This was a real bed, with a sink, mirror and toilet along one wall.  Even a light switch. I was exhausted, so I peed, flipped out the light and collapsed on the soft bed. ---------------  Early the next morning - I guessed - a gigantic fat woman in an unbelievable costume of multicolored silks came for me.  I had just woken up about ten minutes before and was wondering where someone got breakfast around here.  She said one word, "Come," thened turn around a started waddling down the hall, not even looked to see if I was following.  I was, since I had no doubt that plenty of knife bearing characters were within earshot if she wanted.  I barely had time to look at my surroundings before we went through a door into a... workshop? A very large black dude was standing there, obviously waiting for us.  The woman pointed.  "Stand there."  As soon as I came to a stop, I felt a piece of metal being placed around my neck.  A collar, no doubt.  It only took a few seconds, then she motioned for me to follow her again. This time we went through a large ornamented set of doors and into a dark area.  I could see very little, but I got the idea that the room was large.  A few dim lights near the floor allowed us to move without hitting anything.  Eventually we came to a stop, she told me to turn around and stand still.  There was a click, and a slight feeling of weight on my collar.  I looked in the dim light to see that I was now chained by the neck to a large eyebolt in the floor.  She left without saying another word. I could make out that I was in a three sided room? cubicle? alcove? about twelve feet across the back wall and eight feet out along the shorter walls. My chain would just allow me to reach the corners of the space.  I could see that along the back wall was a bed, and some kind of stall... Ah, it was squat toilet with a single water faucet above it.  The carpet or rug on the floor seemed to be very thick, but that was about all that I could see in the semi-light.  The lights came from scattered and very small bulbs close to the floor, like were seen in some theaters.  I sat down on the bed, carefully making sure that my metal clad nuts hung over the side and didn't wind up under me, and waited. --------------- Slowly, the darkness began to lift, just as if the sun were coming up inside.  It couldn't be the sun - I knew we weren't outside.  There was no wind and it was too cool.  In a few minutes I could see upward toward the high ceiling.  Ceiling?  Something was wrong with the perspective and I couldn't quite get a handle on what I was seeing.   Finally, with increasing light, I suddenly realized what I was looking at. The 'room' was a large circular enclosure, almost like a mini sports dome.  The curved outside wall was perhaps ten feet tall and I estimated the far wall to be about sixty or seventy feet away.  Overhead, the dome was many many feet up in the center.   Forty, maybe?  Anyway, the light was coming from the ceiling in a glow, increasing by the minute.  It had to be the sun after all, with the dawn beginning to shine on the milky glass, or plastic or whatever the panels were made of. Now I could see movement around the wall of the dome.  In fact, almost the entire wall that I could see was set up with little alcoves like mine, and there was movement in some of them.  My chain wasn't long enough to be able to see around either corner of my room, so I could only see into those that were made visible by the curve of the wall.  And the more I could see, the further away they were, so that didn't help much. The center of the dome appeared to be given over to tropical plants, sidewalks or paved trails and a large fountain that I could see near the middle.  There were other structures that I couldn't quite make out in the half light, but over at the... Lights came on in a soundless explosion.  They were all around the wall and on poles in the middle.  Now, once my eyes adjusted to the brightness, I could see that some of the cubicles had occupants.  From what I could see, they were all female, all naked, and all chained just like me.  Holy shit!  I had exchanged one underground dungeon for another - only this time in a building and far far away.   Hmmm.  Since the owner, or whatever he was to be called, apparently just liked girls, I wondered just what my reason for being here was. --------------- In a few moments, I saw movement around the wall to my left.  A young girl - clothed - was walking around the perimeter and stopping at each alcove. As she did, the occupant would appear and walk toward the center of the round room.  Where they went, I couldn't tell, since some tall plants blocked my site in that direction.  Obviously, this girl was unlocking each woman from her chain.  Shortly, she got to my cubicle but passed me by with only a furtive glance.  What the fuck? Around the room she went.  Now I could see the freed women doing something.  Some were sitting down...  Ah, they were eating.  Obviously a common breakfast was over there somewhere.  What about me?  By now I was getting... The same little girl was approaching with a large wooden bowl.  She walked up to my alcove and set it down just at the entrance - or where the entrance would be if there had been one in my three sided room.  Her eyes were only for my dick or nuts, or both, but only briefly as she turned around and walked away.   I had noticed a plastic drinking cup sitting on a small shelf above my bed.  Obviously I was to fill it with water out of my faucet.  --------------- Now I was fed, performed my morning dump, took a shower, used the toothbrush that was on the little shelf, and ran out of things to do.  What now?  I just sat back down on my bed and kept inspecting my surroundings.  I mostly just watched the naked girls around the dome.  Suddenly, I heard a chime, and watched every female that I could see suddenly assume the slave position, as I called it.  That is, they squatted on their haunches with their heads down.  I decided that I had better do the same.  There was probably an equivalent of Pancake in here with a ready whip for someone who didn't act submissive. Glancing up with my eyes, but not my head, I saw movement in the distance - three people coming around the wall toward my alcove.   As they got closer, I kept my eyes on the floor.  Finally, several feet came into view and stopped.  Uh-oh.  An inspection for the new slave.  I hoped that none of the scrutiny included me being the bottom of a male sandwich.  I had gotten used to having my asshole stuffed in the cave by Coco, mostly, and by the Master on occasion, but I never enjoyed it.  It was just something to be endured. "You, boy."  English!  An accent that I recognized as being from the fat woman.  "Stand up and spread your legs."  I jumped up and planted my feet widely.  I knew what was coming next, and sure enough, two of them stooped in front of me and examined my hardware, weighing them, swinging them back and forth.   That left the third person and...  God Almighty Damned...  It was a female, naked, but what a figure.  She had a normal, if somewhat plump body all over, except she had the largest set of tits I have ever seen on a girl - including porn sites on the Internet.  They were literally the size of large watermelons and were held up by the strangest gadget I had ever seen on the front of a girl.  Each sat in a separate bowl, not metal I don't think, but definitely not made of any bra material.   She had a wide belt around her waist and two rods went from it in front to the bottom of the bowls, like truss members in a building holding up a girder.   Two wide straps then went (apparently, since she hadn't turned around) from the belt in the back, over her shoulders like a bra, then each vee'ed out to connect to either side of each supporting bowl.  Being a typical American male, I always liked a shirt full of boob, but these were so massive that the effect on me was more of awe, rather than erodesim... erotiszm... sexiness.  But, this was a cunt, and I would pump her if allowed.  Then... Lo and behold, ask and ye shall receive. The man and fat woman stood up - with much difficulty in her case - and he barked a command to the big tittied woman.  She slowly and carefully got down on her hand and knees as I watched, almost bug eyed.  Even with her arms outstretched in the doggie position, the end of her tits and the holder apparatus were resting firmly on the carpet.  Once again, I knew what was coming - me, actually - no joke intended.  The woman pointed to me and said, "Fuck her.  Keep your knees apart," she added. They moved around behind to be able to view my weighted sac as I also got down on my knees, wetted the tool, and slipped it up her pussy.  Grabbing her tits with all the ironmongery strapped to them wasn't really practical, so I just gently held onto her sides as I worked my rod in and out.  I heard comments behind me, but not in English, as the two watched my nuts bang back and forth.  Ginormous tits or no, the rest of the girl felt normal, and was normal, and I eventually blew a wad into her.  I was told to stand up and back, then the man helped the girl to her feet.  He then walked away and out of the room.   Bit Tits just wandered off into the center of the room.  The fat woman looked at me and said "Kneel."  I dropped to the slave position and she took a key that was hanging on a silver chain around her neck and unlocked the chain from my collar.  As it was let down to the floor, I saw that it was an ordinary padlock.  Nothing fancy. She continued.  "My name is Miri.  You will call me 'Mistress' in English until you learn our language.  Your Master is Kemal Tahir.  You will call him 'Effendi' and assume this position any time he approaches or when you hear the one bell.  Do you understand?"   Her manner was, if not exactly friendly, then that of a teacher trying to get a new student off on his good foot." "Your name is now Adam Uzatma.  Say it." "Adam use-at-mah," I parroted. "Again."  I repeated, then again a couple more times.  With a slight smile, she said, "Roughly, it means 'Stretched Man'.  Stand up."  She looked me straight into the eyes.  "Listen carefully to what I say now.  Your life depends on doing correctly."   I gulped.  "This is the Effendi's seraglio."  At my expression of confusion, she clarified the word, "Harem."  I nodded.  You are the first male that has ever been in here and you are an experiment.  You may talk to the women, you may touch them and befriend them.  You should talk to them often.  Your existence here will be much easier if you learn the language.  Now..." she pointed to my dick.  "You must never never penetrate any of them without permission. Do you understand that?" I nodded and said, "Yes, Mistress." "Be assured of the seriousness of my warning.  You are young, and your carnal pressures are high, but if you violate any woman in here, your pouch stones will be cut off, you will be branded a criminal and you will labor in the fields until you die." I gulped again.  "Yes, Mistress. I will obey." "If you are satisfactory, you will be given a house girl on occasion to use as you will."  Satisfactory in what, I wondered?  But at least I was going to be allow to get some tail. "Lastly.  The double bell means for you to go to your oda uyku... this sleeping place, and lock the chain onto the collar.  If you need further clarification you may ask Trio."   Who? I wondered. With that, she turned around and waddled out the same door as the Mast... Effendi. "Adam Use-at-mah?  Useatma?"  What a name.  Stretch man.  Well, it fit.  I looked out over the broad expanse of, well, broads." --------------- The day was... well, it's hard to describe.  How about unbelievable, far-out, beyond belief, inconceivable and so forth?  If I was a real writer, then I might come up with some real words for my first day in the dome.  But I doubt it. After watching Miri disappear through the door, I thought over the events of the last few days, and ending with this morning - now.  Back when I was a minimum wage gofer, lucky to score a woman once a month, and then only if I bought her beer for half the night - well, if you had even told me one tenth of what would happen to me in the next few years I would have laughed in your face and told you to sleep it off before driving. Starting as a stint being a bondage man to a high class woman, then a male slave in a cave where the sights and women were out of this world, and now, far away in some foreign country,  in a domed sara... serology... what Miri called a harem.  Sumbitch!  Well, I wasn't completely unhappy.  I had already had more sex with more beautiful women that I would ever have hoped to screw back in my old life.  And now... I began to walk slowly toward the center of the dome, down a little path through the foliage.  I could hear the girls chatting somewhere in some foreign language beyond it and wondered what would happen when I appeared.  About half of the dome wall was lined with sleeping alcoves, but the center was a garden - kind of like what Susan had at her house. An observatory? - No, conservatory. I had never heard the word before that, but here was another one.   Stone benches were here and there, and I walked over a little bridge across a very small, very clear stream. Around a corner of big leaved plants and there they were.  About ten or twelve.  All wom...   I stopped, frozen.  Speechless, although I wasn't trying to talk.  What in almighty hell was this place?  Or maybe heaven was the better word.  I could see the gigantic boobed girl, still with her mechanical bra, but the others... On a platform that looked like an oval bed, but big, was...  Pudgy!?  How in hell...  Then she looked up and I could see that it wasn't that hugely fat girl back in the cave.  For one thing, this one acted like she was alive.  She looked at me with the others and her face showed intelligence, not the blank staring that was all that Pudgy ever displayed.   She also was huge - massive is the word.  Tits as big as the other girl, but with a body to match.  Damn, she must weigh a quarter of a ton. From what I could see, none of the girls were normal, physically.  All seemed to have some kind of... well, I have to say it.  Deformity, like me.  There was a middle aged woman with no arms at all.  A white girl with a stunning body was covered with tattoos from her hair to the tops of her feet.  A black girl with some kind of... Then I saw one that moved me from speechless to stunned - unbelieving - fill in whatever word you want.  It was a white girl, blond, beautiful face and figure, but...  I knew that around the world existed certain persons whose bodies were not completely normal, if that is the word I want.   Heck, I had seen a perfect example of that back in the Master's cave with the girl Coco.  She had a set of large knockers over a narrow waist, a dick that most men would kill for, but instead of balls, she had a normal pussy slit.  So I shouldn't have been so shocked. Except that this girl had THREE boobs.  Two in the proper place, and one between them.  All were normal, from a shape standpoint, but...  well, I don't know but what.  She looked at me staring at her with a slight smile on her face.  Then she said - to me, I assumed, something like... "Eeder gormeck inter miss inez?" I shook my head. She started again. "Vous aimez la vie?" Once again I shook my head but at least I replied.  "Sorry.  I only speak English." She started walking toward me and I could tell that all three titties were real. They wobbled and bobbled normally.  "Ah.  An American.  Right?"  Now, she was returning the favor by looking at my foot long sack of nuts.  She stopped in front of me.  My eyes kept going up and down from her face to her unusual rack.  She did the same thing with me.  I suddenly realized that I was probably causing offense, and said, "Sorry, this place has just caught me by surprise." She smiled.  A really beautiful girl and the fact that she was sporting more bumps than usual didn't detract from her looks.  "Look all you want," she said.  "Nobody in here is sensitive to looks.  In fact, your oddity is just as interesting to us."  A British accent.  "Sheena says they still work.  You filled her full." Confused, I asked, "Sheena?" She turned around and pointed to the gigantic tittied woman.  "The girl you were told to fuck this morning."  She motioned me over to a bench and we sat down.  "Apparently distance doesn't have any effect on volume.  She was dripping for a half hour."  She looked down at the topic of our conversation.  "How long have they been stretching?" For the next hour or more we exchanged stories.  I told her everything, starting with old man Smitters and ending with today.  For her part, she was a citizen of London, grew up more or less normally until her tits started developing, then her life descended into the hell of ridicule by students, tabloids and others.  Then one day after her graduation from a private college, she woke up here, kidnapped, and now a female sex slave.  "It was a shock, and it took a while to resign myself that my life now is not mine."  She looked off into the distance.  "But, in some ways it is better than the outside.  Here I have good friends and no ridicule.  The Effendi likes to punish us, but he never permanently hurts or scars us.  Now, back to you.  Why did they bring a male into a female harem?" I shrugged my shoulders and spread my hands.  "Beats me.  I've been told in very detailed terms not to have sex with any of you, on pain of... " I made a chopping motion toward my nuts that were hanging over the edge of the bench. "Hmmmm.  And yet on your first day, you were told to screw one of the Effendi's women.  Interesting."  She just sat there musing for a while.  Then stood up and said, "Come on.  You might as well meet your new harem mates." Something occurred to me.  "Wait," I said.  "What is YOUR name." "It used to be Donna.  Now it is Trio, for obvious reasons.  Yours?"  I repeated what I was told.  She nodded and said, "Actually two names.  Adam means 'man' and Uzatma means stretched.  Which one do you want us to use?" I didn't care.  "Heck, use either one or both.  What's in a name?"  I had heard that somewhere, but had no idea of the origin.  The only reason I managed to graduate from high school was that they weren't allowed to fail anyone. --------------- I didn't meet everyone that day.  Some were gone - wherever.  The first was my love mate of the morning, Sheena.  With Trio translating, she thanked me for not hurting her.  I made some trivial reply and mostly just smiled.  I was still in awe of her massive set.  I wondered if she could stand without the mechanical support.  Oh well, I would find that out in time.   "Come over here, Stretch."  Hmmm.  Hearing that name applied to me the first time was...  We walked up to a black girl, also young and beautiful.  "This is the female version of you, Stretch.  Meet Dudaklar."   Somebitch - again. She actually was!  A female me, I mean.  There were six golden weights dangling from her inner pussy lips - three on each.  And the lips stretched halfway to her knees and swung as she moved just like my balls.  Well, not exactly.  Mine would freely swing in all directions, while hers would mostly sway from side to side.  She spoke to the woman, apparently telling her my name and a little history.  All I recognized was the word 'Stretch.' "Stoop down here."  We both squatted in front of the woman who then took a wide stance so that the lips were hanging free.  Trio picked up the weights with on open hand, enough to take the pressure off.  The lips didn't contract at all.  Apparently the stretch was permanent.  Then, with both hands she pulled the weights apart and gave us a look up a wide open pussy.   Dudka... Dudek... whatever her name was, was just smiling and looking down at us.  We stood up.  I smiled back.  She sat down and went back to her book, while Trio and me walked on.  The dome was quite a place.  A fountain with a waterfall, feeding the little stream I had crossed earlier.  And...  Eventually it fed into a natural rock pond, which Trio said was their swimming pool.  A nice little area under the trees had shelves of books and magazines.  No TV, though.  The books wouldn't do me much good - they weren't in English and I wasn't much of a reader, anyway. Trio pointed to another pair across the stream, sitting and talking.  One was the armless woman I had seen earlier.  "That is Milo.  From the Venus de Milo."  I had no clue what that meant.  I nodded toward them.  "And the other?" I asked.  "Lila." "And what is her... ah... ah..."  I didn't want to give offense. Trio just smiled.  "Nothing physical that you can see.  She is a green silk girl from a sex academy."  To my puzzled look, she continued.  "I'll explain it later.  Let me just say that if you are ever allowed to use her, the experience will ruin you for all other women." What the hell?  What did that mean?  From here she was a real dish, but still just a woman.  How could tail from her be so much better than from any other. We came to an alcove that wasn't a sleeping place.  It was an open triple shower.  "We are required to shower twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening.  Make sure you do because sometime they count."  She stepped in and turned on the water one of them.  "We might as well get our morning wash while we are here.  Come on."  I stepped into the warm water as she picked up a huge sponge and a bar of soap.  "I'll wash you and you wash me.  OK?"  I hesitated. It was more than ok by me, but was it legal?  I thought back to my lecture this morning.  Yes it was.  Miri specifically said I could touch them - I just couldn't stick any part of me in any part of them. She misinterpreted my hesitation.  "We often do this to each other.  In fact, one of us has to wash Milo twice a day - with no arms, she can't.  She will probably love to have you do it. So be it.  I stepped out of the water stream, lifted my arms and spread my legs and she slathered me with soap from top to bottom.  I smiled as she spent more time than necessary on certain dangling parts.   Oops.  My smile went away as those same dangling parts responded to her sponging.  The emotion of embarrassment had long since been knocked out of me during my time in the cave - I had literally done and had done to me everything that a person could to another, but I was slightly flustered as my dong stuck out straight in front of a new friend's eyes.  She just smiled, stood up and pushed me back into the shower to rinse.  Then she handed me the sponge and said "My turn." My rod didn't go down as I soaped a beautiful woman.  And it definitely didn't go down as I spent more time than necessary on her three lovely boobs.   And even more time as I wanted to make sure that her crack was squeaky clean.  I didn't dare stick any fingers into anything, but she obviously enjoyed it as much as I did.  Finally, we got out and I looked for the towels.  There weren't any.  She informed me that air drying was the norm.  So we just walked across the stone floor dripping wet.  Sheena and Duka... whats her name, pointed and giggled at my still straight rod swinging from side to side. --------------- Lunch rolled around, and I was invited for the first time.  A large cart was rolled in with massive amounts of food and drink - even wine.  It was like a buffet - pick and choose what you wanted.  Things were definitely looking up.  I found myself the center of attention.  I was the first new occupant... inmate...? slave...? under the dome in over two years.  Since there was no TV or radio available, nobody knew what was going on in the outside world.  As I tried to remember the events over the last twenty four months or so, Trio would translate my English, and occasionally feed me a question from a girl.  I was somewhat distracted by the newcomers.  One was a girl with coke bottle tits.  They were narrow, very long and stuck out more than eight inches.  Another had nipples that were at least two or three inches long.  Obviously, the Effendi collected only - what word did the Master use?  Exotics?   Anyway, he wanted girls that were unique.  That was obvious. --------------- A while later, Trio and I walked over to the big rock pool.  Sheena and a girl called Bipi were already in the water.  I noticed that all the straps and braces for Sheena's tits were off and laying at the edge.  She was just happily floating around and talking.  "She stays in the pool a lot," Trio informed me.  "It takes all the pressure off her chest from the weight of her breasts when she's in the water." I just watched for a while.  "Wow!" I exclaimed.  "Talk about a girl with her own life preservers." I guess Trio thought I was serious.  "That's a myth.  Breasts don't float - at least not enough to hold someone up.  They're essentially buoyantly neutral."  --------------- The day ended with me laying on my comfortable bed, chained to the wall, looking up at the now invisible dome and thinking about, well, just life in general.  Mine had certainly turned weird from the time I first took a service call on the plumbing at Susan's.  I hoped that I would be able to enjoy some tail while I was here - the mornings activity with Sheena was promising.  Apparently, the Effendi's girls weren't entirely off limits. Time would tell.  I rolled over to go to sleep. End of Book 1