****** Naughty Neighbors, the Sequel by Jess Moreau ******
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Naughty Neighbors, the Sequel


This story is meant for liberal minded adults and for no others. Should this
describe you, read on, if not, it is time to exit. Comments on the story are
very much welcomed; send them to: messalina42@hotmail.com.

******

Mark Ramsay was screwed. He knew he'd lost the initiative now, and he was
trapped. He arrived at the sorority house, as directed, and announced to one of
the coeds that he was Mark Ramsay.

The nineteen year old female looked him up and down. "So you're the guy we've
been waiting for."

Mark did not like the look she gave him, or the tone of her voice. "Yeah," he
responded quietly.

"Well, don't be shy. By the time you're through today, shyness will definitely
be a thing of your very distant past. Your ass is ours for the next few"

"Whaddya mean?" he asked with trepidation.

"You do know why you're here do you not?"

"Not really. I was just blackmailed into coming here."

"I see. Well, my name is Jennifer. I'm a member of Delta Epsilon. I can tell
you that you are slated to be the star attraction here today."

"Huh?" Mark was sweating. He was so nervous he was afraid he was going to
retch."

Jennifer saw the fear in his features. "Don't worry; you'll survive it. The one
guarantee you will get here is that not one word of it will ever go outside of
these walls with your name attached. We don't want law suits or any other
trouble either for that matter."

"But what...?"

"You're going to be used, I'm afraid, hard. Sexually I mean. You won't be raped
exactly, but you better not try to leave."

He wondered what the difference was between what she was implying and the
definition of rape. He didn't ask. He had to go through with it whatever it
was, and he was scared shitless about it.

His hand was latched onto by the coed and he was led to a room down a short
hall on the first floor of the three story structure. He noted the fine wood
paneling and the tasteful decorations of the house. He mused that the house
itself must have been over 75 years old. The paneling might have been of
somewhat more recent vintage, but it was definitely a place with tradition and
history. He wondered what ghosts prowled the halls at night.

"Well, you must be Mark Ramsay. Mike told me his 'victim' would be on time, and
you are. Congratulations, I like that."

"Thanks, I guess."

"Yes, of course. My name is Eve. Has Jennifer told you anything?"

"No, not much. Just that I'm the entertainment today."

"Well, that's right. You might even enjoy it if you do as you're told. If not,
well, we'll just enjoy it all the more. You have no choice you see.."

"I suppose."

"You suppose right. But, let me introduce you to the other girls. This is
Marla; she'll do your nails and your makeup. This is Cassie, She's in charge of
your hair and your clothes. And this is Rachel; she's in charge of your 'basic'
training, all one hour of it."

Mark Ramsay was finally getting it. He was going to be a girl, at least for the
day. He had to get out, but he couldn't. His balls were securely locked down
and in the possession of Mike Wells. Shit! There was no way out. He suddenly
felt woozy. Eve noticed.

"Sit down and get your bearings Miss Ramsay. You'll be all right.

******

About fifteen minutes after his near fainting incident, Mark was taken to the
communal dressing room that the girls of the sorority shared. He was stripped
naked and stood in the middle of the room while Marla and Cassie and Rachel
appraised his possibilities.

"Yes, he's light skinned I think the pink sun dress will be perfect," agreed
Marla.

"Marla, I think that pink nails would be best too," offered Rachel.

"Rachel, I see we are on the same wavelength today. Yes, definitely pink for
our pretty new coed. Same for his panties and bra," said Marla.

"Definitely."

"Perfume?" tendered Cassie.

"Umm, maybe 'White Panther,' " said Rachel. "Mike will be so pleased with her
when were done."

"I can't wait to see her get her first screwing," said Marla.

Marla walked over to the man soon to be a woman. "Have you ever had a man's
dick up inside of you," she asked giggling. "Come on, you can tell me.." Marla
struck a pose that would have stopped traffic in downtown New York City at rush
hour.

Standing in the middle of the room surrounded by the coeds, Mark could not keep
himself from getting a full blown hardon. "No. I never have. Not ever."

"Well, you're going to lose it today; your virginity that is, and we all get to
watch it. I hope you have the decency to moan and wiggle your little fanny as
he penetrates you. We do so want a show."

Mark's face went crimson with embarrassment. He just bowed his head as Marla
took him by the hand to the shower where his body would be completely
dipilitated; not a hair was to be left on his body below the eyebrows.

Hair permed with a small pink bow in the back, face and nails made up
flawlessly, dressed in a translucent pink sundress, under garments of the
sheerest pink, low heels -- a concession to his lack of experience, perfume
guaranteed to stun any male who chanced by, Yes, Mark Ramsay was ready for his
debut. At least his body was. His mind was a cacophony of thunderous fear and
foreboding. In his wildest fantasies he had never thought of himself in
anything like a situation such as this. If it wasn't a dream...

Rachel appraised her charge. "You are flat stunning! Do you know that?"

Mark didn't know anything. So far, he had not been allowed to see what had
happened to him, what he looked like. "No. Not really," he answered without
enthusiasm.

"Wow! If you were gay..."

"Well, I'm not! I have no desire to be here. I'm trapped. I know it.. I'll
suffer for it; take my punishment. And then I'm hopeful that I will never again
see any of you or this place again."

"Tsk, tsk. Temper temper. We're not going to hurt you, just use you. And we are
going to go to pains to make sure you enjoy what happens to you. But, if you
give us trouble you will regret it; rest assured. We are very clever people.
Oh, and I said we weren't going to hurt you; well, not bad anyway. I think you
are slated to get a spanking, but we'll just have to wait and see."

"Please, I'll do the show, act the part. Then it's over. Okay?"

"Yes," she said, "that is a promise we will make you."

"Good. Then get on with spanking and fucking me if you must."

"In good time. First of all I am going to show you some of the devices we girls
use to help us control our men; some girl secrets you might say. Maybe you'll
understand us more if you take me seriously. But before I do that, here take a
look."

Mark looked into the mirror and did not recognize the face staring back at him.
He began to get hard again -- LOOKING AT HIMSELF!

******

Mark had had the feeling that one of the coeds, in the gang about to see him
raped, was somehow familiar. He was sure of it when she passed by the open door
while he was doing the crossing and uncrossing the legs exercise. It was his
cousin Mila, and she was wearing a collar. He hadn't seen her in years -- and
now to see her here. And wearing that collar? It looked like a doggie collar.
"Look, Rachel, can I ask you something?"

"Sure feel free."

"Thanks -- really. Look, is that girl that just passed by there in the hall a
regular here?"

"Who? Mila? I'll say. She's Mike's slave. Mike's actually bi not straight up
gay. He uses her regularly in very interesting ways. He might use her today, to
tease you, or us."

So, that was it! Mike must know she was a Ramsay in-law. A cousin by marriage.
Did Mila know it was her lawyer cousin who was about to be the center of
attraction? It was a million to one she did. This was one sorority that did not
place an all that high a premium on security -- though Rachel and the others
had promised him his identity would remain inviolate. Could he trust them -
- did he have a choice? The die was cast; he'd know soon enough. "Is she Mike's
only slave?"

"My, you're just full of questions aren't you. No, she's not Mike's only slave.
Nor is Mike the only one around here with slaves; I have two. Two very obedient
ones, I might add; a girl and a boy."

Mark Ramsay was beginning to get a fuller picture of just what this little
group of "groppies" was all about. Sex of course, but not just sex; half of the
frats and sororities in the country could have been so desrcibed. No, this
little conclave was a definite cut above the rest when it came to sex.
Imagination was too much a euphemism to apply to the females he'd so far been
introduced to let alone Michael Wells. No, these people were writing new
chapters in the book of baroque perversions.

"Now, Miss Ramsay, let's see if you can walk a little more like a girl." Rachel
taught him as much as she could. He was shown how to walk like a girl, dance
like a girl, cast her eyes down demurely like a girl, even to pout like a girl.
For a one hour training session, Mark had made remarkable if not miraculous
progress.

It was time to be begin he realized. The noise at the front of the house
indicated that many people were gathering for the show. Somehow, Mark had
thought that the only people in attendance would have been the relatively small
handful of fifteen or so that he'd seen floating around the house up until
then. Clearly he had been wrong.

Marla, Cassie, and Jennifer all joined Rachel in the dressing room. They fussed
with Mark Ramsay's dress, curls, touched up his makeup, even gave him sisterly
pecks on the cheek. He felt like he was being sent off to the prom by doting
sisters. And Mark felt apprehension, apprehension like he had never experienced
in his entire life.

Mike Wells appeared in the doorway. "Eve said he was ready. Is he?"

"Oh yes, 'she's ready,'" said Rachel proud of their collective creation.

Mark's Eyes were downcast. He was more humiliated than he had words to
describe, and something else; he was turned on -- big time! He hoped Mark
wasn't going to hurt him; that was his single wish. "Mike, please don't hurt
me," he begged quietly.

"I'm not going to hurt you, at least not any more than necessary. You're a
virgin aren't you," he asked not without a trace of sympathy for the once
arrogant lawyer.

"Yes. Yes, I am. I never..."

"Yes, I know. You've never been screwed before. Well that's your only problem.
It's going to be a little painful when I stick it to you. I could tell you to
relax, to completely surrender yourself, but you won't. They never do the first
time, and so it's painful. But don't worry, it doesn't hurt for long. You'll
get used to it. You might even like it; I do."

Mike took the smaller, feminized man by the hand and led him down the same hall
he had come down for his preparations earlier on. They entered the large
receiving area where fifty people or more were clustered leaning against walls
or seated of various kinds of chairs around the room; he didn't notice the
petite brunette leaning against the wall in the farthest corner; had he, he
would have fainted. Jane Ramsay was not smiling; her confused look revealed a
press of mixed emotions.

Mike pulled his charge to the center of the room where a single prettily padded
bench awaited the two of them. It was padded in pink and the frame was of a
rich rosewood. It was about six feet long and perhaps two feet wide; quite long
enough to allow a person to be thoroughly fucked in any number of positions.
This was the platform from which Mark Ramsay was certain he would be humiliated
and punished. Mike took a seat still gently holding the hand of his date.

Jane Ramsay was astounded at how pretty her husband had dressed out; she never
would have believed it possible. The swell of the breasts, the make up, the way
her -- uh his -- buttocks stuck out as a result of the low heels he was
wearing. He was delightful.

Mike made no attempt to do anything with his red faced victim; he simply
continued to gently hold her hand. Cassie came to the middle of the room and
turned to the audience.

"Today, ladies, we have something very special. A new young lady is among us
whom we shall call Stephanie. She is here to provide entertainment for you and
to be punished for -- shall we say -- sins of a personal nature. She has chosen
to take her punishment here rather than face court troubles that could prove
more than embarrassing; such is our good fortune. Mike, our dear friend, will
oversee her punishment; and we all know how thorough he can be. All that said,
let the games begin."

A cheer amid wild clapping reverberated around the room. Now Mike drew the
trembling Stephanie toward him; she took a seat beside the big football player.
Mike played with her hair at first, occasionally brushing her cheek lightly
with the back of his hand.

Mark felt strange. The fear was all but gone. But there was something else
replacing it. Something indefinable. Maybe, he told himself, he was reacting
like a girl would when on display. Eve and the other girls would have had a few
comments to augment his thoughts had they known what their victim was thinking
at that moment. It was for that very reason that the Delta Chis had begun
seeking entertainment of the type that Mark Ramsay would embody this day.

Jane watched the unfolding performance rooted to the floor. She didn't really
relish watching her husband being utterly humiliated, but she could not bring
herself to leave. She wondered how far it would go; but the truth was she
already really knew. They would not have taken things this far without
intending to go all the way. Mike Wells was going to have intercourse with her
husband, and there was nothing either of them could do about it. The worst of
it, for Jane, was the fact that she was beginning to enjoy the show, and for
that she was angry at her husband. She had never had a perverted thought in her
life -- until this moment -- and she could not help herself.

Mike was kissing his charge now. He had begun with light brushing kisses on the
cheek. He had graduated to her neck. His lips were now glued to hers. The
audience was maintaining an expectant silence. They could see the bigger man
insinuating his tongue between the lips of only mildly recalcitrant object of
his lust.

Jane had begun to massage her mound. Had she bothered to notice, twenty other
women were doing the same thing. Mike's hand was groping under the dress of his
girl. Everyone could see he was lightly massaging her belly. He grasped the
waist band of her panties and began to pull them down. He clumsily -- did a man
ever take panties off any other way -- yanked them down and off. He smoothed
out her dress in front of her keeping her secret places hidden for a little
while longer; the audience would be at a fever pitch by the time he took her.

"Get on your knees, slut," Mike commanded roughly. Stephanie was quick to obey.
"Undo my pants." Stephanie looked up at him with pleading eyes -- vainly
pleading eyes. "Do it," he commanded again when he noticed her stalling. Again
she obeyed him. Now pull them down and my underpants too.. Stephanie, knowing
what was coming and dreading it obeyed once more; but, he was wrong.

Mike sat grinning like a junk yard dog as they led her in. It was his cousin.
She was being led in on a leash. Stephanie was still on her knees her face
glowing from the shock of his cousin Mila being brought in stark naked,
collared, and leashed like a slave. "Thought I was gonna make you suck my dick
didn't you Stephanie. No, I don't trust you not to screw it up. When my cock is
sucked I want it to be by somebody who knows how. Just stay there on your knees
while your cousin Mila does me; you might learn something. Stephanie did as she
was commanded. Stephanie was relieved but worried; she knew she wasn't going to
be let off that easily.

Jane could not get over the shock of seeing her husband's cousin by marriage
sucking avidly on her neighbor's cock. It was an enormous cock. The girl did
not try to take it all in, But she was clearly an expert. She licked and sucked
it, and his scrotum as well, in a manner which screamed that she was in
ecstasy. All the times she had baby sat for Hardey and Eric when they were
little came back to her now. Had she ever...

Soon Mike erupted into the girl's mouth. She took it all. Marla, who had led
her in on the leash made her stand. "Now Stephanie, I believe Mila has been
saving something for you. Haven't you Mila?" he asked turning toward the half
smiling female standing beside Stephanie. She nodded. "Good. Now Stephanie, lay
down on the floor face up.

Stephanie, unsure of herself or what to expect did as she was bade. Mike
motioned to the girl. She positioned herself over the prostrate Stephanie and
squatted directly above his face. Mila looked over at Mike for final
instructions.

"Well, Stephanie, Mila has saved her peepee just for you. You will drink it
all. Not a drop is to stain the carpet upon which you are currently reclined.
Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," was the quiet reply.

Mike nodded to his female slave. She spoke for the first time. "Open wide
little cousin, we girls must obey our men mustn't we." She squirted her first
drops as carefully and under control as she could. Likewise the recipient of
her pee tried not to gag or slop any of the golden liquid onto the floor. She
had so much fluid. The acrid taste of the girl's urine was somehow not so bad
tasting as the recipient had at first feared, but there was so much of it; he
barely got it all down, but he did.

Marla who had slackened her grip on the leash to allow the girl to urinate into
the open mouth of Mike's girl, now reined it taut and pulled her to her feet.

Mike, likewise, took the arm of his date and steered her to a place in the
middle of the floor a few feet from the bench. "Stay here and watch," he
commanded. Stephanie nodded assent. Mike went back to the bench and motioned to
Marla. She pushed her charge forward and over the lap of her master. "This will
be a preview of some of what you're going to get," he said to Stephanie.

Mila was squirming trying to get as comfortable as she could before she was
spanked. She always tried to get comfortable before being punished. Mila,
voluptuous, raven haired, with an ass that dearly demanded screwing, she knew
the best way to get Mike's cock lodged far up her pussy was to be as
subservient as she could. Truth known, she loved her chains. They symbolized
his ownership of her. Sometimes, like now, when she was punished, it was a
mixed blessing; but she absolutely knew the pain would be followed by a truly
wild screwing, sometimes by not only Mike but by Mike and a number of his
friends. She loved being gang banged. That big boy Roger had the longest dick
she had ever seen; not as thick as Mike's nine inch penis, but long; it had to
be twelve inches. Whatever, whenever he impaled her, she felt totally fucked -
- but totally!

Stephanie watched as Mike traced the unbelievably sexy crease of Mila's ass.
Stephanie knew that the girl's buns were becoming intensely sensitized by
Mike's light caresses. He saw the big football star raise his hand. He saw it
crash into the little girl's ass with incredible force. Mila jerked crazily.
The second spank elicited a gasp that even the audience could feel. Soon Mila
was jerking spasmodically and rhythmically to her punisher's hand. She had
begun to wail miserably by the fifth spank. She was now bawling without the
slightest inhibition. Her toes danced wildly on the floor as her cruel master
laced her good still using only his giant paw. Stephanie lost count, but his
cousin must have received at least fifty stunning spanks to her naked buttocks.
Finally it was over. Mila's tears were out of control, but Mike was now
comforting her while lightly massaging her stinging buns.. He stood her up and
made her face the gallery of witnesses to her ordeal.

"Now, girl, go stand in the corner there, and do not touch your bottom under
any circumstances." She was meekly led to the farthest corner of the room by
her leash with Marla's guidance. She could hear the whispered remarks about her
punishment as she crossed the floor.

"Mike was especially cruel to her today," said one coed.

"I could never let a man use me that way," said another.

"I could," said a third, "I hear he has an amazing dick and knows how to use
it. He can punish me anytime, so long as he promises to fuck all of my holes
when he's done giving it to me."

Mila reached the corner and found a low table awaiting her. She knew the drill.
She was to be displayed. She would not face the corner. She would face the
audience. Her pussy slit visible to all eyes. Her titties small and upturned
with their distended nipples, likewise available to all prying eyes. Mike was
going all out tonight. She'd done this several times before. She was going to
be auctioned off and used by any male or female willing to pay the most. She
would be used royally before the night was over; her pussy was soaking wet just
thinking about it.

The room went silent for the moment forgetting the girl in the corner. it was
time for the main event. Mark a.k.a. Stephanie knew full well, that regardless
of how Mila had suffered, he would undoubtedly not have it nearly so easy. He
felt as though he were about to be executed not merely punished.

Stephanie moved toward the bench to assume her place but was stopped short by
Eve. "Oh no girl. That's not for you; that is," she said pointing to a place
hitherto blocked from view by spectators. They now parted like a retreating sea
to reveal what looked like a carpenter's horse. Stephanie could see what looked
like shackles attached to the base of the four legs.. there was, additionally,
some light padding on the top cross beam. It didn't take a military genius to
figure out that he would be bent over it with all four extremities firmly
cuffed to prevent any hope of escape.

"I -- is that necessary. I don't mind going over your knee," Stephanie said
weakly. She hoped against hope that her tormentor would let him take his
medicine as Stephanie had, with a bare butt spanking. It was not to be.

"It's necessary. You're going to be caned" said Mike. Just then one of the
girl's, he thought it was Rachel, handed Mike a thin dowel like switch. It was
rattan he realized; he knew rattan when he saw it; very whippy and almost
unbreakable. Now Mark Ramsay was afraid. A bare butt spanking was humiliating
and even painful, but this. This was going to be exquisitely painful.

Still leaning against one of the long walls, Jane watched her husband's
reaction to the revelation that he was about to be caned. She knew her Mark was
no hero, intelligent, very good provider but no hero; she expected him to
revolt at the prospect of the pain he would soon have to endure. She was not
disappointed.

She saw her husband go pale and begin to faint. He dropped to his knees. He
began to beg for forgiveness. He couldn't take a caning he said. He just knew
it would kill him. He couldn't abide having his buttocks marked for life. He
had a score of reasons why he should not be so cruelly treated. He whined and
begged and begged some more, but it was no dice.

"I'm going to cane you, you little wimp. Get used to the idea. You won't be
scarred for life. Your butt's going to be tender for weeks, but you'll get over
it."

"But my wife; she'll see the marks. I'll be exposed. She'll know what has been
done to me."

"Your wife you say." Mike motioned to Rachel who was conveniently standing
beside Jane Ramsay. "It's time," said Rachel to the diminutive woman.

The two women marched toward the man dressed in woman's finery. Mark turned
around and found himself gazing directly into the blazing eyes of his stony-
faced wife.

"Jane -- I...!

"Take your medicine Mark. From what I hear you richly deserve it. Oh yes, you
do richly deserve it. And when you get home, there are going to be some
changes." With that she turned and marched out of the sorority house, boarded a
waiting plane for California and her home and her boys and some other things
she could not have appreciated before this day; she had a lot to think about.

******

Cassie and Marla stood over Mark, loomed over him. He looked up and saw the
steel in their gaze. He tried to stand on his own and push first one then the
other girl away. They grabbed him firmly by the arms. Mike had stepped back;
this was one show he really wanted to enjoy; the twerp had whored his mother
and sister out to his teenage sons, and for that he was gonna get even and more
than even!

The two girls were joined by two more coeds anxious to get the show on the
road. Mark kicked and hissed and begged and screamed and threatened. He yanked
his arms trying to free them from the grasp of the girls who were half dragging
and half pushing him to the carpenter's horse.

The girls got him to the horse where Eve collared him; and, attaching a leash,
forced him head down and over the horse. He felt first his legs being spread
and shackled to the legs of the heavy wooden device, and then his arms were
forced wide and also shackled securely. He felt a strap fitted over his back
that held his previously bucking torso tight against the cross beam. Mark
Ramsay wasn't going anywhere. He was crying now and whining so much that
somebody pulled off a pair of panties and he was effectively gagged.

Mike strolled over to the object of entertainment and announced that every girl
in the room, who wanted to, could give the "honored guest" a single swat with
the rattan switch. Several raised their hands or otherwise indicated that they
wanted to participate. The first girl was a tall thin redhead whose boyfriend
had dumped her for someone more willing to put out. It was Mark's bad luck to
be sacrificed to her the day after it happened. Karen Carson was her name. She
walked around the horse slowly building expectation in the mind of the
prisoner. She stopped behind him. She raised his skirt to his waist. She pealed
his panties down very slowly, again, building expectations.

She administered a savage stripe that blistered his tense bottom. He couldn't
move to any significant degree, but his body stiffened in a ragged expression
of the anticipated agony to come. The next girl, another redhead, marched in
front of him and then pulled up her dress and teased him as she lowered her
panty-clad pussy close to but not touching his ruby-red face. He could smell
her woman smell she was so close; then she dropped her dress, took up the
switch and laced his behind cruelly. Seven other girls took a turn punishing
him. His butt was on fire.

Mike removed the gag from the victim's mouth. "Now sissy boy for the main
event. Your spanking is over. Be glad I'm not spanking you; believe me, you
would not want that. No, sissy boy, I'm not going to spank you; I'm going to
fuck you like the little sissy boy you are. Enjoy it; it's allowed.

Mark Ramsay, Stephanie, was not in an enjoying frame of mind. His skirt was
still up above his waist and his panties were stretched wide at the base of his
ass. A girl appeared from the left and pulled Mike's pants down. She then
lubricated his penis with KY jelly in preparation for what was to come. She
moved behind the screwee and pushed a quantity of the same substance up his
anus with her bare index finger; she patted his tortured behind playfully as
she finished.

Mark felt the soft tip of Mike Wells' nine inch cock pressed against his
sphincter. In spite of himself he was beginning to feel a hardening in his
groin. He was soon exhibiting a raging hardon. Everyone noticed and laughed
commenting on his insufficiency of size and his inability to do anything about
it. Humiliation was not the word to describe what Mark Ramsay was enduring; the
more accurate term was degradation.

Mike Wells shoved his cock in to the hilt now and began screwing his charge. He
knew he'd succeeded in getting what he wanted when he felt his "girly-boy"
trying to push back to meet his thrusts; Mark Ramsay was enjoying being fucked.
He had stopped crying and was grunting instead as Mike, who was exhibiting
phenomenal staying power, continued to fuck him for what seemed an abnormally
long time.

Mark felt the big man stiffen, finally, and then he felt hot cum bathing his
insides. He was no longer a virgin. He had started his ordeal hating it, and
hating everyone connected with it, but now...

******

The three women sat at the Wells' kitchen table. Millie and Julia felt
uncomfortable even in their own house. They knew all, and Jane, seated across
from them knew they knew all. It seemed like some minutes before anyone broke
the awkward silence; it would be Jane.

"Well? You asked me over. What is it?"

"Jane," began Millie Wells, "we, Julia and I want you to know that we are on
your side."

"We're neighbors after all," interrupted Julia.

"Neighbors? Your son, Millie Wells, is probably still screwing my husband. Is
that how neighbors treat each other?"

"I understand how you feel Jane, but Hardey and Eric did force us to fuck them.
Mike just went nuts when he heard about it, and -- well -- you know..."

"Yes, I know, he fucked my husband. But, from what I heard, you ladies weren't
exactly unwilling victims led to the slaughter."

"Truth told, you are right, at least partly right that is. Fact is I am in the
habit of going around in some bodacious clothes, and the boys thought they
could make something out of it," said Millie

"Mrs. Ramsay, Hardey blackmailed me and Eric went along with it. That's the
truth. After that everything just kind of got out of hand. Ironically, they
never even had the pictures that they said they did."

"Oh yes, the phantom pictures of you blowing some boyfriend or other. Yes, I
know about that. Oh hell, I guess at least on one level you are right Julia.
It's just that -- fucking him -- my husband; it's so humiliating."

"Well, as for me," said Millie, "it's all water under the bridge. I hold out
hope we can all be friends, closer even than before. Maybe it's a lot to ask -
- but -- I don't know -- it's the way I see it -- like it to be."

"Well, I'm not going to say I'm easy about all of this. I didn't even know
about it until some coed at that college Mike goes to sent me plane ticket to a
show my husband supposedly arranged for me. You can imagine my chagrin," said
Jane with classic sarcasm, "when I found out the truth.."

"Yes, I know. It had to be a shock."

"A shock! My husband was dressed like a woman, and paraded around like a two
dollar whore. And if that weren't enough, every coed in the place knew who I
was. I think they took extra delight in my humiliation. For that my husband is
going to pay."

"Jane," said Millie, "lets' try to put all of this behind us and be friends.
You know we women have to stick together."

"We'll see."

"When is Mr. Ramsay coming home?" asked Julia casually.

Jane looked at the girl with the waspish eyes and the cascading red hair. She
could understand why her boys were entranced by her. "He'll be home this
evening."

"May I ask how you're going to handle it?" asked Millie with a hint of empathy.

"I honestly don't know, since you ask. But you can bet I'll think of
something."

"Would you be interested in advice. I know it sounds strange coming from me,
but..."

"Strange isn't exactly the word that immediately comes to my mind. But, just
for the record, what would you advise?" allowed Jane.

"Let him know that from now on you're going to be the boss, and that he better
not cross you," said Millie matter-of-factly.

"Well, at least on that score we share common ground," said Jane evenly. "I
hear you pretty much run the show at your place too," she continued.

"Yes, quite frankly I do," said Millie without a hint of embarrassment. The
only time my husband is in charge is when he bends me over and fucks me. But I
like it then."

"Mother!" said Julia embarrassed by the road the conversation was headed down.

******

Mila stood naked, straight and a little stiffly on the low table she had been
assigned to by her owner. As soon as Mark Ramsay had gotten what was coming to
him, she knew, it would be her turn. She was right, and Mark Ramsay was now
being left alone to his tears and frustrations. His miseries were over at least
until he got home; Mila was sure Jane Ramsay would have more than a little to
say to the once arrogant fiscal accounts lawyer. She'd like to be there to see
it. But for the moment she was to be otherwise engaged.

Mila's dark hair was a contrast to her porcelain complexion and near flawless
figure. She had, everyone agreed, a classic butt. Vague traces of her earlier
spanking still lingered on its delicate female surface. The dark crease at its
center caused male cocks to thrust turbulently against the restraining fabric
of their trousers. She could see at least a half dozen turgid bulges now as as
many men indulged in their secret fantasies about her. She wondered if one of
them would bid high enough to get her. She had been rented at auction several
times. Mike loved to watch her squirm with concern over which one of the
bidders would win and use her anyway he or she wanted for a week. He was
careful she knew not to let just anyone bid; he wanted his merchandise back in
mint condition when she was returned to him at the end of the time.

The last time she had been sold, a woman had bought her. She had been taken to
the woman's van in chains and thence to her country home some fifty miles from
the college. It had not been all bad for her. She had been savagely spanked on
several occasions, but on only one of those had the lady used a strap. On all
of the other occasions she had used her hand. She had been kept naked and
collared for the entire week. She had not actually watched any clock, but she
was sure that she had been forced to suck her owner's anus and pussy for not
less than an hour and a half each day. She had had a dildo shoved up inside her
numerous times by the lady, who seemed to delight most in taking her doggie
style with her butt high in the air. During the entire period however, she had
not once seen a man; for her, that had been disappointing; Mila loved feeling
live cock probing her holes -- all of them.

"And that is five hundred dollars from the girl in the bonnet. And we have
seven fifty from...," the auctioneer, a coed from the college, was actually
quite professional in acting out her role. She kept a firm grip on the sale,
and no one could fault her accuracy, sense of moment, or her attendant humor -
- such last, at the expense of the slave up for auction.

The auction continued unabated for another twenty minutes. A boy had finally
bought her. A real boy. A boy, that is, of about 12 years of age. His name was
Jeff. He was the brother of Rachel. He had the money, so he got the prize. A
boy! A boy years her junior. Mila stood quietly while the youngster approached
his property. He moved almost languidly around her gazing at her naked form;
Mila could guess at the raging emotions doing battle within the boy's libido.
Several of the college girls whispered conspiratorially among themselves. The
consensus was that Mila was going to be fucked silly -- among other things.
Rachel had told them of her brother's eight inch cock and almost limitless
sexual drive. She claimed he had had her, his own sister, at least a dozen
times; she was proud of it too.

Eve came up beside the prisoner, reached up, attached her leash, and handed it
to Jeff. He thanked her sheepishly and gently tugged on it indicating his slave
should get down from the table. She did and was led out by her new owner. Still
naked, he led her outside and down a narrow path toward a cottage some one
hundred yards distant.. He had not spoken to her, and she had not attempted to
converse with him. It was a rule -- laid down by Mike -- that slaves did not
speak without permission, especially his slave.

Arriving at the cottage, Mila was made to wait in the front room while Jeff
disappeared down the short hall. She heard voices, but could make out nothing
substantial. She had thought she and her master would be alone; she realized
now she was wrong about that; there would be others.

Now, from the darkened hall, came two figures. Jeff and another young man of
about the same age.

"You were right Jeff. I didn't believe you, but I admit it you were right."

"My sister never let's me down."

"I didn't believe you about that either, but it must be true, or else I'm
dreaming."

"Next time, Nick, you'll believe me when I tell you something."

"Yeah, yeah, but what do we do now."

"Anything we want except we can't hurt her or mark her up in any permanent way.
If we do, we'll get the same from my sister. Trust me, you don't want that."

"I don't want to mark her up; I want to feel her up."

Mila, the object of all the awe, was standing as still and acting as passively
as she could. She was worried, however. She had been enslaved to many young
men, all friends of Mike; but, she had never been in the power of two young men
as young as these two were. Would they know when to stop or how far they were
permitted to go?

"What are we going to do first," asked Nick deferring to his friend, after all
she was his property.

"Well, first go take a closer look. If you touch her, do it lightly. Tease her
a little."

"Tease her?"

"Yeah, Rachel told me how to handle a female slave."

Nick was excited, but afraid. This was not a little girl, this was a woman of
twenty or so years old. She was beautiful too. Nick felt wholly within her
sexual power. But on the other hand, she was actually in his power, his and
Jeff's. He moved across the room to where Mila Ramsay stood.

Mila felt the boy's eyes on her tits, then on her muff. She was proud of her
muff. The light, downy fur was sparse but covered a fairly large space in her
pubic area. She did not shave or trim it. She liked the feeling of animal
wildness that it represented. Nick was bending over to get a close look at her
slit now. Mila so far had successfully repressed the desire to smile at the
virgin boy's curiosity. She wondered, if when he fucked her, whether or not he
would try to please her or just use her coldly. She was resigned to getting it
without much satisfaction for herself. The boys moved off a little a talked.
Jeff was doing most of it. Nick's comments were of the okay-so-what variety as
far a Mila could see.

"Rachel said , that she should be had a certain way, and we have to do it that
way; it was her money," said Jeff.

"Whatever man. I just wanna get some of it. I don't care how."

"Okay, go stand in front of her."

"Huh?"

"Just do it."

"Okay. Stand in front of her. Okay." Nick marched over to where Mila still
stood awaiting her fate. He took up his position, more or less at attention, in
front of the female.

Jeff casually moved over to the couch. "Mila, kneel in front of him," he
commanded.

She did as he directed. Jeff eyed her. She showed no sign of disobedience.. He
was both glad and also not glad. Rachel said he could punish her if she
disobeyed or was even slow to obey. He could even use a belt on her behind and
she'd have to take it. But she knelt obediently.

"Now unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down," said Jeff.

Mila looked over at him then back at the boy in front of her. She unbuckled his
belt and began to peel, down his jeans. She pushed them down to his ankles.
then she pushed her thumbs into the elastic of his shorts and peeled them down
to his ankles as well.

"Suck his cock, Mila."

She looked at the little peepee of the twelve year old boy. It was soft, no
doubt from embarrassment. It would harden, she knew, once she began to lick and
suck it. A least he didn't smell bad. In fact he smelled like soap. Probably,
he wanted not to offend his first piece of ass. It amused her to think of
herself as his first piece of ass. Mila was a complete submissive. She just
hoped the boys had enough imagination to do her properly. She could hope that
Rachel had instructed them some; that would help. She reached out and gently
took hold of the now growing penis. It jumped in her hand; Mike's penis always
jumped in her hand too, she mused. She stroked it lightly. She leaned forward
and licked the glans. Then she bent it to one side and then the other and began
to lick the shaft while at the same time cupping his ball sac. Soon she began
to force the the boys cock back and forth in her mouth. She engulfed him and
began to suck steadily on it. Nick for his part was near to passing out from
the sensation. He was dead, he was sure, because only heaven could be like
this. Gawd, she was good a sucking.

Jeff strolled over to the pair and pushed his friend aside. Nick gave him a
"how could you" look but allowed himself to be supplanted. "Now me, slave
girl." Mila pulled his pants down; he was wearing no underwear. She licked and
sucked Jeff for some minutes till he felt himself about to come. He pulled out,
attached her leash, and led her over to the back of an overstuffed chair. He
pushed on her back indicating that she should bend over it.

"Now, Mila, I'm going to whip you before we fuck you."

Mila spoke for the first time. "I know I'm not to speak without permission, but
what have I done to deserve to be punished? Please don't punish me for
nothing," she begged.

"You've done nothing wrong. I just want to see you toe dancing to the sting of
the belt. Please understand, it's just that I want to do it, and you're a
slave, and you have to accept your fate. And don't speak again until you are
given permission or it will be the worse for you. Now bend over the back of the
chair."

Nick eyed the other too with a strange look in his eyes.

Mila nodded and bent over the chair to await her spanking. Her buttocks
twitched in anticipation of the sting of the belt. She could see him pull
Nick's belt from his pants that still lay on the floor. It was a very thin belt
apparently of leather. It was going to set fire to her bottom. The boy moved
behind her. He gently stroked her butt. He traced her cleft all the way down
nearly, but not quite, touching her pussy.

She heard the hiss of the leather through the air just before it stiffened her.
Just before she screamed in agony. He worked her slowly, allowing her screams
to subside before he swished the belt through the air again. Each time he
elicited a piercing scream that told of the unbearable pain she was enduring.
After six savage spanks he put the strap down and once again traced her crack.
This time he stopped and probed her anus pushing his index finger two inches
into her nether hole.

"Kneel behind her Nick. I want you to lick her butt hole. lick it good."

"Huh? But..."

"Just do it dickhead. She'll love you for it. Rachel told me all girls love to
get their butts reamed."

"I don't know -- I don't think..."

"Listen doodle brain. Have I ever been wrong about girls or sex before?"

"Well, you've never talked much..."

"Did I or did I not get us this gorgeous piece of ass?' Huh? Did I or didn't
I?"

"Well, yes, I guess, but..."

"But nothing. Get on your knees and service her. Just do it."

Nick knelt behind her. Now it was Mila's turn to feel embarrassed. She hoped
she didn't smell back there. It had been a long day, and the last thing she
wanted was to smell like anchovies. If her butt just didn't sting so bad. She
really wanted to enjoy her days with Jeff. She wanted to teach him how to
please a woman, but she now suspected that that job had long ago been usurped
by his sister. She felt Nick probe her butt with his finger then pull it away.
He was smelling it she guessed. She felt the first tentative lick of her crack.
He hadn't yet touched her anus however.

"Her anus Nick, not just the top of the crack."

Nick grimaced and plunged to the attack. He licked her from bottom to top of
her crack and tried to probe her anal opening with his tongue. He decided that
the slightly sour taste of her was endurable, even okay, in fact he decided he
liked it. He began to suck the area he had been licking. Mila was now jerking
with pleasure at the tantalizing attention. Thoughts of her recent spanking
were fading -- fast.

Once again Jeff pulled his friend away. It's time to fuck her, " he said all
too matter-of-factly. Mila began to rise. He took her leash again and led he
over to a place on the thick shag carpet. He pushed her down. Still naked from
the waist down, he took hold of her ankles and bent them back toward her ears
as Rachel had instructed him. His tool was a fairly thick five inches and
clearly very excited at that moment. He leaned forward into her and began to
push. Though her pussy had received no direct attention to that point, she was
very wet from her spanking and her reaming. Jeff slipped into her tight hole
without undue difficulty. He remained leaning on the backs of her thighs as he
now began to fuck her ever so slowly. After what to Mila seemed an eternity, he
began to speed up and pump her pussy good. Soon he was banging her like a
stallion mounted on a mare in heat. She was supine and totally passive to his
punishing thrusts. She felt him stiffen. Then he relaxed on her sweaty torso.
She had to push him aside to get her breath. He eyed her, but realized what she
was doing and said nothing.

It was Nick's turn. Nick's slight chubbiness and his peaches an cream
complexion made him seem almost feline. But Nick was strong for his twelve
years. He easily flipped Mila, who screeched in surprise, onto her belly.
Started to rise, but Nick pushed her back down. Then, as if disagreeing with
himself, he pulled her hips up to a level with his cock as he now knelt behind
her; he would take her from the rear.

Mila rested her head upon her hands on the carpet and awaited the onslaught of
the preteen. She had not been hurt, unless she counted her spanking, but the
sting was fading now, and it was almost tantalizing in its memory. She felt him
rubbing his thing up and down her crack. The same crack his lips had caressed
only a short time before. He found his mark. Oh no! It was the wrong hole! He
was going to butt fuck her. "Noooo!"

Nick smiled down at the helpless female. She was a woman, an older woman to
him, but he controlled her; he was going to butt fuck her and she had to take
her screwing like it or not.

Mila started to resist, but Nick wound his fist into her hair and maintained an
iron control over his victim. He used his other hand to position himself and
guide his tool into her.

"Eeeeeeeaahaahaahaahaah," exhaled the girl as he pushed his five not very thick
inches into her nether hole. He stopped his motion for a moment. Nick's fist
got a better grip in her hair while his right hand rested firmly on the small
of her back.

"Now woman, I'm going to get what I've wanted for too long. I'm going to fuck
fuck fuck fuck, and you're going to be the one I do it to." He started pushing
in and out slowly; he knew he would cum quickly if he hurried; he'd been
beating his meat for the better part of a year now; he considered himself an
expert. He definitely wanted this to last; he didn't know when another piece of
ass might come his way, especially a fine piece like Mila.

Mila began to buck trying to get a comfortable position or at least lessen the
discomfort. The control of her boy-master was too much; then something strange
began happen to her. The pain was not less, but she was actually beginning to
like it. Nick gave her no room for maneuver, and that made her excited. She was
performing for a master, a TWELVE YEAR OLD MASTER! She had never felt so
vulnerable, so completely at the mercy of someone than she did of this little,
chubby boy. Then he too stiffened. She readied herself for his ejaculation; she
felt herself stiffen too; she was going to cum. the little shit was going to
bring her off...eeeeeeaahaahaaahah! she shuddered with a climax she knew she
would never forget. Nick relaxed and fell forward on her back having unloaded
an cup of cum into his woman. He rolled off on the floor.

Jeff, who had barely moved after he saw his friend invade his slave's butt,
suddenly was hard again. He was hard, but his penis ached from the abuse it had
so far endured. He looked around and had a brain storm: he'd have Mila bathe
each of them, and they would bathe her. He announced his decision to mixed
reviews. His cohorts were tired. He was adamant. the three of them, the
screwers and the screwee, all made it to the spacious bathroom of Jeff's sister
Rachel. Each of the boys shucked their remaining clothes, and after the water
had been run, Mila began to bathe them. She scrubbed their butts especially
well; she left their penises for last. Done it was her turn.

The boys went at the cleansing of their property slowly appreciatively. They
too their time washing each now sensitized, breast with great thoroughness. Her
ass and her pussy were leaking gobs of cum which they were at pains to clean
off especially well. The laving of their bodies turned all of them on, but the
boy's penises ached too much for another screwing. Besides, Mila could still
use her other hole to satisfy them.

Jeff reattached her leash and led her back into the den. Still naked, the boys
lounged on the large black-leatherette sofa. Mila had been stationed on her
knees in front of Jeff. Nick, on the other end of the couch, looked on smiling
like a cat eyeing a trapped bird.

Jeff pointed to Mila and then to his cock. Mila took the hint. Bending forward,
she reached for his tool and licked it up and down. She then took it into her
mouth and began to suck it gently. the boy jerked spasmodically as she teased
him to near orgasm. He pushed he away. "Do Nick now," he directed her.

"Yes sir," she said accepting her subservient role. She moved to the other end
of the couch and repeated her performance. Nick made her lick his shaft rather
than suck him; his penis was to sensitive for any serious suction.

After a while they ate, slept, and dreamed about the next day's festivities.
While they slept, Rachel returned. She eyed the trio, laying as they were, in
the center of her king-sized bed, Mila in the middle. She smiled to herself.
Little brother had gotten his first strange piece of ass; tomorrow she would
join the boys.

******

Back in California, Mark waited at the airport for his wife to pick him up. He
was nervous. He had had no contact with her since his performance at the
sorority house until he called to inform his wife what time he would be
arriving.

Sitting just inside the electric exit doors across from the row of ticket
counters, he languidly watched the comings and goings of the traveling public.
He wondered, as he watched, just what problems they concealed behind all of the
hurrying and scurrying. Surely, he could not be all that unique in the world of
personal affairs. Surely not. But, then, that was not the main concern. It was
not whether or not he was in any special way unique; rather it was whether or
not his wife thought him strange, unique, crazy, any of it. Of that, he was
sure, there could be little doubt. She had seen him being screwed by a man; he
wasn't getting out of that one easily; not at all easily. What would she do -
- say?

"Been waiting long?" came the words from behind and to his right. It was his
wife. Her stare was cold but not overtly angry.

"No, just a little while. Jane -- I -- what can I say."

"Damn little I'd guess," she said.

"Can you forgive me? Please, say yes."

"Mark, you may consider yourself forgiven; but things are not going to remain
the same as they were. Not nearly. From here on out there is going to be a new
reality around here."

Mark just stared at his wife; he did not even blink. He'd expected to hear
words of the sort, but he still did not rightly know what she exactly meant. He
knew one thing for sure though; he'd be finding out very shortly.

The smell of Jane's perfume was mildly intoxicating. Mark could feel his penis
harden. He didn't want to let Jane see, but he was desperate to move it to a
more comfortable position. She noticed anyway.

"Got a little problem sissy boy?"

"Oh, come on Jane, there's no need to say that."

"But you are a sissy boy. My little sissy boy. And, your little penis is trying
to get out of your pants isn't it."

"Jane..."

"Shush. Now pull your pants down and fix your little peepee."

"Jane..."

"Do it now."

"But we're driving. We're in the car."

"Yes. Yes, we are. And I want you to take your pants off right now. You know,
so you can be more comfortable."

"Jane, I..."

"Just do it, and stop your whining."

Seeing no way out, Mark unbuckled his belt, slid his zipper down, and pushed
his pants down; it helped; his penis found solace in the lessening of the
constriction of the jeans.

"Feel better now?" asked his wife.