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        Claire Dancer was on her way home.
        It had been a long night...Waiting tables for a living was not the 
best way in the world to make money, but it was no-think work.  Claire was 
working her way through college, going for her Masters in Psychology.
        She was a shade over six feet tall, most of it in her legs, which 
were admittedly her best asset.  Long blonde hair fell to her shoulders, 
bouncing gently when she walked.  Her breasts rode high and firm, forming 
an altogether pleasing picture of womanhood at its' best.
        As she walked, a black van pulled alongside her.  Calling it a van 
was like calling a Ferrari a car.  This vehicle had been customized to the 
extent that it resembled a rolling bed-room.
        Claire had been around enough to know that anyone who could afford 
something like this had to have money.  So, when the van coastdd to a stop 
beside her, she slowed her pace.
        The window nearest her lowered.  A male voice called from 
within..."Want a ride?"
        Claire hesitated....She was tired, and she had a long day ahead of 
her tomorrow.  Still, maybe it was time for a little rest and relaxation.
        She walked to the van, and pulled open the door.  As she expected, 
the thing was done in real leather, and the rich smells drifted out to her.  
Without another thought, she clambered in.
        As she settled into her seat, the driver pulled smoothly away.  He 
turned and looked at her.  "Hi, Claire," he said.
        Claire had time to register the fact that the stranger knew her 
name....When she was grabbed from behind.
        A hand the size of a rib-roast encircled her face, clamping firmly 
over her mouth.  She felt herself lifted like a rag doll, and pulled into 
the dark recesses of the van.
        A series of confusing impression assailed her.  She dimly realized 
that there were two men in the van with her...The one holding her mouth 
closed, another ripping the clothes from her body.
        There was a clicking sound as handcuffs were snapped around her 
wrists.  The stifling hand left her face for a moment, to be replaced by a 
red rubber ball forced between her teeth.  There were straps running 
through it, and these were buckled behind her head.
        They set her gently on the van floor, raising her manacled hands 
above her head.  They were anchored to a hook in the wall of the van.  One 
of the men knelt between her spread legs, and anchored her ankles with 
leather cords to the opposite sides of the van, leaving her spread-eagled 
and helpless.
        Claire screamed through the gag, but the rubber ball reduced it to 
a helpless moan.  She turned and twisted her body in a futile effort to 
escape.
        The man between her legs lowered his head, and began to lick her 
slit.  Fear had made her lubricate, and despite her panic, his talented 
tongue made her even wetter.  Against her will, her his lifted from the 
floor, beating against his face.  The man kneeling above her head took a 
cloth out of a plastic bag, and placed it over her nose for a few seconds, 
forcing her to inhale the sweet aroma.
        Claire's mind began to float.  The lapping on her clit was driving 
her insane, and she began to desperately want the man to fuck her brains 
out.  The chemical she inhaled took effect, and she moaned again...This 
time with passion, not fear.
        The chemicals did their work...And Claire exploded in an intense 
orgasm, bucking and thrashing in the back of the van.  The moment she came, 
the first man pinched her heaving nipples hard, adding a little pain to the 
pleasure.
        Claire's mind exploded again and again as she came, until she could 
no longer focus her eyes.
        She dimly heard one of the men say, "Put her to sleep, 
now....You've had your fun."
        The man between Claire's legs continued to nuzzle her clit, 
building her passion again. "Come on, I wanna fuck her<" he whined.
        "Not yet," said the other man.  "Not yet."
        Claire was rapidly realizing that, despite the intense pleasure, 
she was in big trouble.
        Claire lay helpless and exhausted in the back of the van.  The gag 
in her mouth kept her jaws forced open, leaving unable to speak.  The 
shackles on her wrists bit into her skin, rubbing it raw.  The throbbing 
between her legs was ceaseless...She wanted a cock in her so badly she 
would have done anything for it.
        The van came to a stop.  Claire's hands were unbound from the van, 
the handcuffs unlcoked, and her hands whipped behind her back.  The cufss 
were re-locked.
        The three men led her into the recesses of the house where they had 
come.  Claire was forced to lay on a crude stone altar, her legs spread 
wide.  She lifted her head up, and looked around.
        She was in a theatre.  There were about 50 people watching what was 
happening to her.  The perversity of it threatened to explode her mind.
        The ball-gag was torn from her mouth.  Before she could draw a 
breath, the largest man forced his huge cock into her mouth.  "Bite, and 
there'll be real trouble," he whispered as he raped her mouth.  Claire 
moaned as she felt his cock head beating against her tonsils, but forced 
herself to relax.
        A volunteer from the audience was selected.  Without preamble, the 
man cam forward, lowered his trousers, and slammed his hard cock i nto her 
hungry cunt.  Claire arched her back as he rammed into her, stretching her.
        Another man came forward, and began to pinch her nipples.  Claire 
screamed around the cock in her mouth as the pressure built to pain.  When 
the squeezer stopped, the sudden rush of blood to her nipples caused an 
extremely erotic sensation.
        The one fucking her gave a final thrust, and Claire could feel his 
semen spurt into her.  Against her will, it triggered her own orgasm, and 
she rose off the bench against him.
        Another man came forward.  He unbound her legs, and raised them 
almost back to her ears.  Without preamble, he slid almost all the way into 
her ass in one stroke.  Claire had never been fucked in the ass 
before...The combination of pain and pleasure sent her off again into her
forced nirvana of orgasm.
        The man raping her mouth moaned, and grabbed her head in his hands.  
Holding it firmly, he forced her to hold still as he shot his hot load into 
her mouth.  Again and again he spurted, flooding her cheeks.  "Swallow it, 
baby," he whispered.  Claire's throat and cheeks worked as she tried to 
swallow the giant load of cum that shot into her mouth.
        The one in her ass came at almost the same time, and Claire had the 
exquisite sensation of drowning in sperm.  Her clit was receptive...She 
shuddered, yelped, moaned, and came one more time.
        From the darkness of the theatre, a voice came out.  It spoke 
softly, but carried  with it the tone of someone used to getting what he 
wanted.  It cut through the darkness.
        "One hundred thousand dollars....."
        And that was when Claire realized that she was not here to be 
raped...She was here to be sold as a sex slave.......
        The bidding for Claire was fast and furious.  Evidently, the way 
she had handled being assaulted made her a valued commodity; a woman who 
enjoyed being gang-banged was a prize indeed.
        While the bidding escalated, Claire was unbound and led away.  She 
was turned over to two women, who led into into a fully appointed bathroom.
        The gag was left securely in place, but her hands and feet unbound.  
She was gently lowered into a hot whirlpool, and the women tenderly washed 
her from head to toe.  One of them applied a douche bag to cleanse her full 
cunt.
        When they were finished, the women helped her out of the tub, dried 
her off, and led her into another room.
        On the bed lay an outfit made of sheer silk.  The women sat Claire 
on the bed, and dressed her as if she were a child.
        Long, sheer black stockings went over her firm legs.  A garter belt 
was fastened around her waist, and the stockings attached.  A black bra was 
put over her chest and fastened.  It had large holes cut into the front, so 
her nipples were exposed.  Finally, the sheer black negligee was put on 
her.  It had small, nearly invisible snaps up the back.
        Claire's hands were brought behind her back, and bound securely 
with thin leather cords.  The cords wound up behind her, almost all the way 
to her shoulders.  Her back arched, making her full breasts jut.  Pressing 
against the tight bra, the nipples swelled and grew.
        The ball-gag was taken from her mouth.  Claire worked her jaw up 
and down trying to restore some feeling.  She drew in a grateful breath.
        One of the women took a household sized sponge, and forced it into 
her mouth.  Claire moaned as wide tape was applied, sealing her lips.
        A leg fastener was attached.  Two leather cuffs on a metal rod kept 
her legs forced apart.  She could walk, but there was NO chance of running.
        One of the women smiled at her.  Carefully, they lowered her to the 
bed....And attacked.
        The first woman plunged her mouth onto Claire's well-fucked pussy,
driving her tongue deep.  The other mouthed and sucked her already hardened 
nipples.  Claire watched all of this from a distance...The drugs were 
altering her perceptions again.
        The woman at her breasts began to finger her own slit, spreading 
the lips wide, and rubbing the tight bud of fleh at the apex.  The one 
between her legs kept sucking the thrusting her tongue in and out savagely.
        Claire writhed as a finger slid up her asshole.  She didn't know 
who it was, nor did she really care.
        Once again, Claire was made a victim of her body's needs and 
desires.  She began to understand just what was happening to her...And she 
was LOVING it.
        The woman between her legs stopped, and stood above her.  She 
reached under the bed, and came out with a HUGE rubber dildo.  It had 
straps thatw ent around her waist, and she slipped into it easily.
        With no preamble, she rammed that huge piece of meat into Claire's 
aching pussy.  Claire moaned through the gag as the dildo stretched the 
walls of her soaked cunt as wide as they could go.
        The woman at her breasts kept sucking them, rubing her pubic thatch 
in Claire's face.  Faster and faster her hips moved, until her attacker 
came in huge shuddering convulsions.
        The woman fucking her moved faster and faster, and Claire felt 
herself responding again and again to the assault.  Her cunt lips stretched 
open, sucking more of it into her.  She had never been so completely and 
totally fucked in her entire life....And she moaned again and again as she 
came over and over and over........
        Claire  awoke dimly aware that she had slept but  unable  to 
estimate  for  what length of time. When she tried  to  move  she found 
that her hands were now fastened to the head of the bed  by wide leather 
cuffs and chain. Her legs were still spread wide  by the spreader bar but 
the gag had been removed from her mouth.  In the  dim light she could make 
out the sleeping forms of  four  or five  figures  around the room. One of 
them stirred  and,  seeing Claire  awake, arose and came across the room to 
the bed. As  she walked her large breasts swayed in rhythm with her feet 
while her flat stomach muscles rippled. "So you're awake." She said as  her 
hand  pinched  Claire's rapidly tightening nipples. "Now  eat  me good,  
bitch!"  She said as she settled herself  with  her  clean shaven cunt on 
Claire's mouth. When Claire hesitated, she grabbed Claire's  head and 
pulled it roughly into tighter contact.  "Now" she muttered. Although 
surprised at the roughness of the contact, Claire felt the heat of desire 
begin to surge through her as  she tasted  the sweet slickness of the 
woman's juices.  As the  woman rode  her  ruthlessly, Claire was dimly 
aware that  her  passions were rising to match her attacker's. With a 
series of moans,  her companion  shivered to orgasm after orgasm, finally 
sliding  down from  her  perch to lie beside Claire. Claire's body  was  
aflame with desire as her attacker leaned up on one arm and said "You're a  
hot one all right. I can't wait until we start your  training, I'll teach 
you to be a good little sex slave. Yeah, you'll really learn to appreciate 
the loving that a woman can give you."
     Claire  started to protest but the woman stuffed one of  her  brown 
tipped tits into her mouth and commanded "suck it good  and I'll let you 
have what you really need." As Claire began to suck, the  woman crammed her 
fingers into Claire'c cunt rubbing the  G- spot  until Claire was again 
slave to the needs of the her  body, arching  her back and screaming in 
sweet relief again and  again.
     The  noise  had  aroused the other  figures  and  they  were gathered  
at the bedside. Some of them were fingering  themselves while others were 
pinching Claire's nipples, sliding their  hands over  her  body, carressing 
her, kissing her with  their  tongues deep into her mouth. Someone turned 
on a light. Through the  haze resulting  from  the  combination of the drug  
and  her  passion, Claire  was  aware that her lovers were all about her  
age,  well built and very pretty. There was suddenly a flurry of movement 
as the door opened. The man who entered looked faintly ridiculous in riding 
pants and high polished boots. The way his fingers  curled around  the  
riding crop he held enabled Claire to  restrain  any impulse  she  had 
toward laughter. The other  girls  stood  heads bowed  as  the man walked 
to the bed, looked at Claire  and  said softly  "release  her hands and get 
her on her feet."  The  girls were galvanized into action getting Claire 
upright in an instant. Although her hands were free, Claire had no chance 
of escape with her ankles still trapped in the leg spreader.
     The man gestured to the bra with the crop, "Remove that!" Claire  
ttood a moment, uncomprehending until a sharp  slap  from the  crop across 
her delicate ass propelled her into  action.  He stepped back, looking at 
her with cold critical eyes. He  flicked her  nipples  with  the tip of the 
crop, "You  sag  more  than  I realized", he muttered. Claire unconsciously 
pulled her shoulders back and tightened her muscles at his criticism. "Ah, 
I'm glad to see you have pride." He said, turning to one of the other  
girls. "Esmeralda, get her ready for a show in two hours." He said as he 
left theroom.
     "Claire  gets  the show!!" Exclaimed  Esmeralda.  The  other girls  
gathered around freeing her ankles and stripping the  rest of her clothing. 
They returned her to the hot tub where the water was sweet with exotic 
scents. They scrubbed her so hard that,  at times,  she  was afraid that 
they'd remove her skin.  After  they removed her from the water, they had 
her sit on a low stool where two of them pulled her arms over her head 
while others spread her legs.  One of the girls shaved her underarms as   
another  shaved her  exposed triangle. A strong collar fastened to the wall 
by  a length of chain was locked around her neck as Anna began to apply 
makeup  oo her face. Esmeralda sent the others to get into  their own  
costumes while she went to obtain Claire's  herself.  Claire asked  Anna 
the same question that they had all ignored  earlier, "What  kind  of show 
is it?" Anna looked around  slyly  and  then whispered  to Claire, "They're 
going to whip you in front of  the audience."   Claire felt excitement and 
fear course  through  her body,  "uut  why? I've done nothing! Why do they 
want  to  punish me?"   Anna leaned forward until her mouth was touching  
Claire's ear, "They like to watch us. Particularily when it's a new girl." 
Claire  was agast. She was to be tortured for the amusement of  a group of 
perverted strangers. "Just be sure to scream a lot  from the very 
beginning" advised Anna conspiratorially, "They  usually let one of us do 
the whipping. If you scream and plead like  it's really  terrible we can be 
easier on you." Claire felt the  anger rising.  She'd  be damned if she'd 
let them  make  her  humiliate herself.  "Just  hope  they don't give  the  
whip  to  Esmeralda" whispered Anna' "She enjoys making you scream and beg."
     As  Anna  finished the makeup, Esmeralda was back  with  the costume.  
It  was floor length, very sheer and  fastened  at  the shoulders  and the 
waist. As Esmeralda pulled it gently over  her head,  Claire  found it hard 
to believe that  this  gentle  woman would  be cruel. Claire recognized 
that, fastened as it was,  the costume   could  be  removed  without  
releasing  her  from   any restraints she might be in at the time.
     A  buzzer sounded somewhere and, with Anna holding  one  arm and  
Esmeralda holding the other, they stepped through  the  door into the long 
hallway that led to the game room. The door  opened into  a  large and 
plushly furnished room. In the  center  was  a raised dias with an archway 
over it. In contrast to the  darkness of  the remainder of the room, it was 
brightly lighted.  As  they arrived  at the stage, Claire saw several whips  
displayed  along the  side. Before her fear could start her struggling, the  
girls expertly fastened her wrists to the cuffs that hung from the arch 
and,  spreading her legs, attached the ankle cuffs  that  awaited her.   
Claire could see that the other girls were at  the  stage, lined  up in the 
darkness beside the stage. Their  costumes  were identical  to hers except 
for the colors. Theirs were red,  blue, azure  and  purple while hers was 
white. The lights  kept  Claire from  seeing into the audience but she was 
certain there must  be dozens of them judging from the sounds of their 
whispering.
     As  silence  began to fall over the room, Claire  stared  in morbid  
fascination at the instruments laid out around  her.  One was  about 6 feet 
long, small around and semi rigid like  an  old fashioned buggy whip she 
had seen at an antique shop. Another was made up of a number of pieces of 
leather braided together at  the handle. She recognized it as a cat o nine 
tails like she had seen in an old movie. She remembered the way the sailors 
in the  movie has  feared the "cat" with its awesome ability to tear the  
flesh from  the  backs  of the men without  disabling  them.  Could  it 
possibly be that way in real life, she wondered. Next to that was a  
paddle, looking out of place with these other instruments.  It was blac,, 
leather looking, about three feet long and six  inches wide. On the other 
side was a riding crop very similar to the one the  man had been carrying 
earlier. This one was a little  longer and  black with a double loop at the 
end. Next to it  was  device she  couldn't imagine the use of. It consisted 
of a  round  piece like  a broom handle about an inch in diameter padded  
with  come sort  of plastic.  There were straps attached to each end of  
the round part but the purpose of the thing was a mystery to Claire.
     As  she  was studying the pump looking device with  a  small hose 
attached that was next, a voice over the loudspeakers  broke the  silence  
with:  "Ladies and  Gentlemen.  Tonight,  for  your entertainment,  we  
bring you a new find. Cinnamon!"  Claire  was puzzled by the reference to " 
Cinnamon" as the lights on her  had gotten brighter and the stage had begun 
to slowly revolve.
     After  the stage had made about two revolutions, two of  the girls 
stepped forward and expertly unfastened the costume at  the shoulders  and 
waist. With a gentle tug, they removed it  leaving Claire  totally exposed 
to all the audience. The  stage  revolved twice  more  and the voice again 
broke in, "Isn't she  a  beauty, folks?  Look at how proudly she holds her 
head and  those  lovely boobs.  What  about it, folks, who shall we give  
the  whip  to?" Names  were shouted from every corner. Esmeralda,  Anna,  
Dianne, Ginger, Cherry, each had their champions but it was Esmeralda and 
Anna  that was heard most often. Finally, Esmeralda was the  name that was 
heard above all others. She stepped out of the darkness, her  long  black  
hair  streaming down her  back  like  an  ebony waterfall.  Even in the 
sandals that the girls wore, she was  six feet  tall. Her eyes were wide 
with the excitement of the  moment as she stepped up and picked up the long 
slim buggy whip and held it over her head. There was a smattering of 
applause coupled with shouts  of  "no, she won't last long enough with  
that  one." As Esmeralda displayed the paddle there was more approval but 
the clear  favorite was the "cat". Esmeralda held it high and  walked 
around  Claire  tweaking her nipples which had  become  tight  as little 
knots, stroking between her legs and up her back.
     Finally Esmeralda stepped back and brought the whip sizzling across  
Claire's ass. The feeling of liquid flame  caught  Claire totally  by 
surprise. Her breath was gone but  the  determination not  to allow herself 
to be humiliated allowed her to stifle  the scream  that formed in her 
throat. Slowly,  teasingly,  Esmeralda coiled the whip around and around on 
the stage until she  brought it  sizzling again onto Claire's back. Claire 
fought the urge  to scream  as the pain ripped from her shoulders to her 
brain.  With each stroke, she became more determined not to allow them to  
see her  lose her composure. Some of the audience were shouting  that 
Esmeralda had lost her touch, accusing her of intentionally being soft on 
Claire. Esmeralda changed her position bringing the  whip around  Claire's  
back  with the ends  delivering  their  burning message  from  the soft 
round sides to the wrinkled tips  of  her tits. Claire heard a voice in the 
distance that sounded like  her screaming  as the whip fell again and 
again. She was  aware  that she  was begging Esmeralda to stop for just a 
minute,  a  request that was always met with encouragement from the 
audience  coupled with  renewed  whipping. There was a pause  as  Esmeralda  
pulled Claire's  head  back and forced the round bit between  her  teeth 
fastening  it  behind her head with the straps. Claire  felt  her hands  
and legs being released as she was forced to all fours  on the floor. 
Esmeralda strattled her back and guided her around  by pulling on the 
straps of the bit while whipping her ass with  the riding crop. Esmeralda 
took hold of a short leash attached to the collar, leading Claire into the 
audience. Whenever Claire  slowed down  or tried to stand, the riding crop 
with it's firey  carress discouraged  her  action. Claire realized that  
she  was  totally under the control of her body which, despite the stinging 
of  the whip,  was  really  getting  turned on  by  the  touches  of  the 
audience.  One  man insisted that the bit be removed so  that  he could  
replace  it with his cock. As Claire was sucking  his  hot organ, the crop 
was building its own fire on her ass. It  stopped as someone plunged his 
cock into her tight orifice. To her  great surprise, there was absolutely 
no pain, the cock went in all  the way lubricated by the juices that she 
had been dripping all  over her self as she was being tortured. The man in 
her mouth  grabbed her  head and with a mighty thrust, pumped gob after gob
of  hot, slick  cum  into her mouth. "Swallow it, bitch",  he  growled  as 
Claire  tried  desperately  to keep up with his  pumping.  As  he pulled  
out,  she knew she had succeeded as his cock  was  almost dry. She could 
see that there were people coupled  in an  amazing variety  of  
combinations all around her but,  before  she  could watch,  a tug on her 
collar brought her head to another fat  hard cock that plunged into her 
mouth without further hesitation.  She felt the cock in her ass beginning 
to throb as he was plunging in and out faster and faster. Her body had long 
ago enslaved her  to its  own needs. As the man in her ass began to pump 
gobs  of  hot cum  into  her, her own orgasms began to wash over  her  in  
wave after  wave. Her frantic sounds coupled with the sucking  brought the  
guy  in  her mouth to a peak with another load  of  hot  cum surging into 
her receptive mouth.
     Later,  Claire would remember the events that followed as  a 
continuous  blur of sex. Voices called out "Cinnamon,  here"  and she, was 
led to each in turn. At the slightest hesitation, a tug on the leash and a 
sharp crack of the riding crop assured her  of the  proper  direction. With 
the ever present  Esmeralda  at  her side, she tasted a countless number of 
cum filled cunts while hot cocks  rammed her to estasy from behind. As she 
crawled from  one to  the  other, she felt the hot sticks juices running  
down  the backs of her legs even as she tasted the mixture of man and woman 
in her mouth. Her face was wet with the juices of what seemed  to be  an  
endless stream of lovers. Men squirting their  hot  stick semen  on  her 
back, into her face and mouth,  in  her  orifices, women  pulling  her  
head  into  their  steamy  cracks  for   the satisfaction  of  having a 
soft demanding feminine  tongue  takle them  to  minerva  one  last time. 
Through  it  all,  Claire  was enslaved  more  my  her own body than by the  
restraints  or  the whips.  She  WANTED it. She felt as though she  were  
having  one continuous orgasm. The slightest touch of her body brought on 
the spasm she so dearly loved.
     Her face was being decorated with the cum of a particularily tasty man 
when she became aware that one of the girls was slowly, gently licking her 
from pussy to ass, tasting the cum oozing from her body. The feeling drove 
her to estasy again. When she  opened her eyes she was looking right into a 
pair of shiny black  boots. When  she  looked  up, the man in the riding  
pants  stroked  her sharply on the tender flesh between the cheeks of her 
ass.  "Lick my  boots, Cinnamon." He snarled. A second of hesitation  
brought another  sharp crack of the crop before she began to lick with  a 
passion.  At  his command, she licked from bottom  to  top,  then began 
again with the other boot going from top to bottom.
     Arriving at the bottom left her with her ass high in the air while  
her  head was practically on the floor. "Take her  to  the shower."  He  
said  to Esmeralda and Claire found  herself  in  a tublike  enclosure 
where she was stretched out on her  back  with her  hands fastened to the 
sides. Esmeralda stepped back and  the men  and women gathered around 
looking down at her. The men  were all  holding  their cocks in their hands 
when she  realized  that they  were beginning to PISS ON HER! The disgust 
and  humiliation blended  with her anger. How dare they piss on her!! A 
scream  of anger  rose in her throat just as two hot streams merged  on  
her clit.   The sound she emitted was one of hot passion as her  body rose 
to meet the hot liquid that brought her to the peak again.
     Above  the sounds of approval from the audience,  the  voice said 
"Take her away!". Esmeralda released her and, in seconds she was in the 
huge whirlpool with the sweet soaps scenting the steam as  Esmeralda  
scrubbed her hair. "Who's he?", She  asked.  "Who" responded  the  puzzled  
Esmeralda.  "The  guy  in  the   boots?" Continued Claire. "Why, that's 
Collin Sage!" Exclaimed Esmeralda, astonished that Claire didn't know the 
identity of her captor.
     As the hot jets massaged her body, Claire studied Esmeralda. The  dark  
haired  beauty was tall with the muscular  body  of  a dancer.  Her long 
legs led to a taut round ass. Her triangle  was clean  shaven,  lips 
puckering  with each movement of  her  body. Claire  watched  the amazon's 
ample breasts  with  their  tightly puckered  nipples  sway as she walked 
back to the  tub  with  two glasses of icy liquid. "Here, drink up." She 
said, handing Claire one  as  she slipped gracefully into the tub. Claire  
sipped  the cold  liquid gratefully realizing, for the first time,  that  
she was quite thirsty.
     With  Esmeralda  close, Claire's body began to  tingle  with desire.  
As though of one mind, they embraced and Claire's  mouth opened wide to the 
taller girl's tongue filled kiss. The feel  of Esmeralda's hands on her 
filled Claire with heat all over  again. She  felt  her  passions welling 
up, her  nipples  needed  to  be kissed,  her swollen pussy was tingling, 
she wanted!!   Esmeralda leaned  back to allow Claire to pull her nipples 
into her  mouth. Claire's  blonde hair swirled in contrast to the darker  
skin  of her lover. Esmeralda pulled herself gracefully out of the tub and 
stretched  out on the mat beside it. Claire, on her knees  again, buried  
her  head between the tall girl's  muscular  thighs.  The taste  of  her  
sex  filled Claire with  passion  as  she  slowly explored  Esmeralda's 
moist slit. She licked the lips  until  low moans  filed the room. She 
sucked the juices and then pulled  the hard  pink clit into her mouth. She 
slipped her fingers into  the dark  recesses of Esmeralda's core feeling 
the heat rise  as  the tall girl writhed and moaned in estasy. As Esmeralda 
was  bucking and  writhing  in orgasm after orgasm, Claire realized,  for  
the first  time,  that Esmeralda had not participated in  the  sexual 
activities of the last hours. Esmeralda pushed Claire over with a strong  
shove,  sliding her head into the hot void of  her  cunt. Claire's  body 
was in need again, she squealed and wiggled  under the  onslaught of the 
dark haired girl's talented  mouth.  Claire went over the edge again, 
holding on to Esmeralda with passion as she spent hherself again.
     They  lay in each other's arms afterward, tender and  quiet. "You  
enjoyed hurting me didn't you?" Asked  Claire.  "Bullshit," laughed  
Esmeralda,  "You  were on the verge of  cumming  when  I stopped. The first 
guy that touched you proved that. You  started cumming  almost  before  he 
touched you."  "But  you  HURT  me!!" Exclaimed Claire. "Crap.. Look at 
yourself." Responded  Esmeralda pulling  Claire to her feet in front of a 
mirror.  Claire  turned slowly, finding to her surprise that she had not a 
single mark on her  body.  "God, I can't believe it!" She murmured,  "It  
seemed like I was being ruined." "You'll learn how to pace it just right 
before your turn comes." Explained Esmeralda.
     "Why'd they call me Cinnamon?" She asked. "Collin Sage names each  of  
us  to suit himself. There's  no  more  Claire,  you're Cinnamon  now.  
None  of us will ever call  you  anything  else." Satiated,  Cinnamon fell 
asleep with her face in the soft  smooth flesh between her lover's 
globes....
     When she awoke, Claire's first thought was that she was alone.  She 
raised her head, and looked around the room.
     Only it wasn't the same room she had gone to sleep in.  It was much 
smaller, with an oddly shaped window.
     Claire got out of bed, her cunt slightly sore from all the action it 
had taken, but wonderfully aching, fully satisfying.  Her nipples twitched 
as the cold air hit them.
     She looked out the window...And saw she was on a ship!
     Nothing but miles and miles of ocean stretched before her.
     There was a sound at the door.  She quickly looked for something to 
cover her nakedness, but there was nothing available.
     Collin Sage stepped into the room, followed by his associate, Samuel.  
"Hello, Cnnamon," Sage said as the two men came into the room.
     "Where are we?" Claire demanded.
     "On the way to the Saudis," Sage replied.  "I already have a deal for 
you in the amount of one million dollars."
      "You mean you're SELLING me?"  Claire was aghast at the idea.
      "We sure are," Samuel said.  "Big blonde beautiful bitches like you 
bring a high fucking price over there."
      "How DARE you speak to me that way!"
      Sage looked amused.  He lit a cigarette, and sighed smoke out.  "I 
can see that the young lady requires further training, Samuel.  I leave it 
to you."
     Sage turned and walked out the door.  Claire was not aware of the spot 
she was in until she heard the door latch....And Samuel was on her.
     Quickly forcing her mouth wide, he gagged her with a ball of sponge.  
Her hands were whipped behind her, and cuffs locked into place.  Without a 
word, Samuel plunged his rock-hard cock into her asshole, making Claire 
moan as he fucked her.
     "Maybe next time, you'll show a little more respect, bitch," he said 
as he pumped in and out.  His hands came around the front to caress her 
breasts, the nipples responding against her will to his touch.
     Her body betrayed her once more.  "Fuck me," she moaned through the 
gag.  "Fuck me in the ass........."
     They  had  taken Cinnamon away early. Pepper, alone  of  the girls, 
had seen as the men put the drugged beauty in the  waiting limo. When the 
hallway was empty again, she quietly moved on bare feet to hhe room they 
had just left.
     She  stood close to the bed and, without realizing  it,  she was  
stuyying the sleeping form of Esmeralda. Her eyes rested  on the  long 
black hair spread like a silken fan on the pillow.  She studied  the  
almost perfect face with its high  finely  sculpted cheekbones  and  the  
perfectly turned nose. The  soft  red  lips parted  slightly as the tall 
girl slept. Pepper fought  a  sudden urge  to kiss the parted scarlet 
curves. The soft golden skin  of her shoulders continued uninterrupted down 
her torso to the  soft smooth  globes of her voluptuous breasts. As the 
cool air of  the morning  hit,  the nipples pulled themselves  into  tight  
little knots  making  Pepper draw in her breath with  the  beginning  of 
desire.  She  drew  her attention away  toward  the  strong  flat stomach 
with its golden glow offset only by the whiteness of  the girl's bare 
triangle. The girl's legs were long, tapering down to perfectly 
proportitioned ankles. Pepper's eyes were drawn back to the  white  
triangle  with its little slit looking  so  bare,  so vulnerable.  The legs 
spread as   Esmeralda's voice,  husky  with sleep  and lust said, "It's OK, 
Pepper, you can kiss me there  if you want." Pepper waited only long enough 
to enjoy the beauty for another  second  before  she put her  face  into  
the  whiteness, kissing,  nuzzling,  seeking the response she knew  was  
waiting. Warm hands carressed her hair, stroking her face as she was drawn 
into  the  hot space of her lover's core. She  sought  the  sweet nectar  
within,  eliciting a moan of sheer lust from  the  golden beauty beneath 
her. Without thought she brought her sex above the other  girl's  face 
lowering her hot soaking pussy onto  the  red lips  she so enjoyed. A bolt 
of pleasure shot through her as  her clit and lips were sucked into a 
vortex of sensation. She felt  a hot sweetness as the black haired beauty 
moaned louder, thrusting her cunt tight into Pepper's lips. Her own spasm 
began,  throwing her  into wave after wave of pleasure as she screamed  
again  and again "Pepper, I'm Pepper!".
     With surprising gracefulness, Esmeralda rolled over onto all fours,  
her  ass high in the air. Pepper couldn't ignore  such  a beautiful  
invitation.  She  crawled quickly so  that  she  could explore  all  of 
that beautiful crevice with her  greedy  tongue.  She  slipped  her  tongue 
into the  heat  of  Esmeralda's  pussy, sliding  it in and out with 
deliberate slowness,  withdrawing  to slip it over the slick lips before 
going back in. She swirled  it around  Esmeralda's  hard  little clit 
eliciting  moans  of  pure animal  lust  from  the  amazon.  Then,  just  
as  Esmeralda  was beginning  to rock with a lusty rhythm, she started 
licking  long strokes  from  the top to  the bottom of the steaming  slit.  
The first  time she touched the dark puckered little spot,  Esmeralda let 
out a loud groan as she pushed hard against Pepper's face. As Esmeralda  
got closer and closer to paradise, she became  louder, more out of control. 
Finally, Pepper slipped her fingers into the amazon's ass as she sucked 
hard on her clit. Esmeralda came  with rush  of passion and relief that 
left her totally wiped out.  All memories  of the beautiful Cinnamon were 
merely faded  scraps  of old passions.
     With the last of her strength, Esmeralda squirmed around  to snuggle 
in Pepper's arms. The husky voice whispered, "Pepper, you are  a rare and 
beautiful creature. There will be other women,  I know, but I'll be forever 
glad you shared these precious  moments with me."
     Pepper  started to stammer out a denial but the tall  beauty silenced  
her with a kiss. "Don't say it, dear, let's just  enjoy the moment."
     They  clung  to each other until the smell of  food  cooking 
reminded them that they were famished.
     Tom had always been aware of the fact that he was  appealing to girls.  
His earliest recollections were filled with the  sweet memories  of  girls  
doing his homework in school,  bringing  him treats  in  their  lunches, 
competing with  each  other  for  his attention.   His Indian father had 
left him a virtually  hairless body  that  seemed  to be perpetually tanned  
while  he  had  his mother's green Irish eyes and auburn hair.
     It  had been the youthful mother of one of his  high  school friends 
who had introduced him to the mysteries of women so  long ago. Tom had 
never quite understood how she knew so well what  he needed  to learn but 
she had patiently taught him the  techniques that could bring her to 
Nirvana again and again.
     He  had  come  calling  while his  friend  was  at  baseball practice.  
Molly McGinty invited him in "to wait".  She had  been wearing a white 
thing that he later learned was called a negligee.  He  hadn't been able to 
take his eyes off her freckled tits  with their  tight wrinkled pink tips. 
As she walked toward him with  a cup of coffee he realized that her pussy 
was also on display  for him.  She stopped, turning slowly around and 
asked: "do you  like the  way I look?"  His cock was so hard he thought 
that it  would burst.  "Have you ever seen a woman naked, Tommy?" She 
asked.  He had  been almost speechless but he was able to let her know  
that he  hadn't.  He had been fascinated by the paleness of  her  skin and 
the freckles that dotted her.  She showed him her skimpy  red pussy  hair 
that "proved she was a natural red head".  That  day, and  on the many 
Saturdays that followed, he learned to  use  his long,  thick cock as well 
as his tongue and fingers to bring  her to  screaming  orgasm  again  and 
again  until  she  was  totally exhausted.   In the process, he learned the 
pleasure of  spending himself  deep in the throat of a talented lover as  
well  as  the thrill  of  having  absolute  power over  a  woman.   Then,,  
one Saturday, he came only to find the house empty. "Moved away." Was all 
the neighbors could tell him.  "Tommy, have a great life  and think of me 
sometimes, Love Moll." Was all the note she left  for him  said.  She had 
helped him apply for a scholarship and,  just last week he got notice he 
had been accepted.
     With his exceptional looks, he was much sought after at  the college  
he  attended on a scholarship used  by  a  multinational corporation to 
help blunt criticism of its predatory practices on the Indian lands. The 
girls he met so easily were only too  eager to  teach  him  the social 
graces of getting  to  class,  dating, dancing  and  proper dress. When his 
money was  low,  they  found subtle  ways to "help out".  He, in return, 
treated each  to  the image  of  being  escorted by  a startling  
attractive  man  who, before the evening was over, brought them to sexual 
ecstasy of  a magnitude that they had never dreamed possible.
     It  was so easy to explore their hot young bodies,  touching them,  
kissing  them  on  the  ears,  necks,  the  shoulders   so conveniently  
bared  by  the  ball gowns  of  the  time,  finally slipping  his  fingers 
into their damp panties to  feel  the  hot sticky  pubic hair.  He was 
fascinated by the variety,  some  had tight springy curls while others were 
soft and silky.  Sometimes, he'd  discover a thick lush growth and others 
there would be  the scant  growth that raised his pulse.  When finally his  
face  was deep  in it he always imagined sparse, kinky red hair  surrounded 
by very white skin covered with tiny red freckles.
     Unlike  his  contemporaries who were always in  a  hurry  to satisfy  
themselves lest the girl chicken out, he knew that  they were  under his 
complete control so he took his  time,  exploring with  his hands, kissing 
the bare skin as he leisurely  undressed them,  sliding  his fingers deep 
inside so he  could  feel  their reaction as he licked and sucked their 
nipples.  He learned  that many  of  the  girls had their first  orgasm  
twisting,  turning, frantically  humping  his talented fingers as  his  
mouth  teased their breasts.
     Also, unlike his contemporaries, he knew that a girl  wasn't finished  
with  just one like many men were. When  her  breathing returned to normal, 
his date would be treated to wave after  wave of pleasure until she was 
totally unaware of anything except  the sheer  lust filling her very being.  
He taught them to enjoy  the feeling  of  his slick semen sliding down 
their throats  and  the extraordinary  thrill  of being impaled on his hard  
cock  as  he probed their darkest recesses.  When he finally felt the 
pressure rising in his loins, he closed his eyes to a vision of pale skin, 
tiny  red  freckles, green eyes and a few strands of  bright  red pubic 
hair as he spent himself.
     After  his  reputation had spread, he found girls to  be  so eager 
that he was almost embarrassed by the lack of effort on his part.  They  
would pick him up in their cars wearing  their  most revealing  outfits,  
take him to exotic places to  dance  so  his roaming  hands could 
"discover" that they had neglected  to  wear underwear.  Even when his 
hands encountered panties or pantyhose, he  found  they  had openings so 
his fingers  could  explore  his date's  most  secret parts while they sat 
at the  table  nuzzling each other.
     Although  his college degree had not resulted  in  startling financial  
success, Tom wasn't unhappy with his life.  He  had  a reasonabl    amount  
of  money,  comfortable  housing   and   the attentions of a continuous 
stream of nubile talented young women.   In  fact, He had recently been 
introduced to the joy of sex  with two enthssiastic women, an experience he 
was eager to repeat.
     Tom  read the underground newspapers and was  fascinated  to discover  
the ad seeking a young, well built man to appear  in  a small priaate stage 
production involving some nudity and sex.  He need  only  look  into  the 
mirror  to  see  his  well  developed physique.   His wide shoulders 
tapered to a slim waist  and  what one girl called "scrumptous buns".  His 
workouts were simple  but effective creating a clean healthy look.
     The woman who conducted the interview was business-like  and right  to 
the point.  He would appear in a sex show  and  receive cash payment 
roughly equivalent to three months pay from his job.  It  was a one night 
deal requiring some rehearsal (she called  it training).   Tom laughed to 
himself as he accepted. Finally  they were  going  to be honest about it 
and pay him to fuck.   No  coy little gifts, expensive cologne, exotic 
woolen sweaters or  other shit that he didn't need.
     "Go  with Esmeralda," she commanded, nodding toward a  door, "she'll 
finish the audition."
     He  could hardly believe his eyes, the girl was  easily  six feet 
tall, wearing a diaphanous gown that did nothing to  conceal her voluptuous 
body. She stood patiently as though accustomed  to being  examined by men.  
His eyes took in her high  full  breasts with their dark puckered peaks.  
Her body tapered perfectly to  a small waist, flared to perfectly 
proportioned hips.  He found his eyes  riveted to her crotch where he had 
expected to find a  dark triangle  of  fur but had found, instead, smooth 
bare  flesh  and pouting lips that looked almost swollen.
     "Whenever you're ready." She said coldly.
     He  hadn't even been aware that he was staring as he  nodded, still 
fascinated by the sight of her totally bare pussy.
    Following  her down the long corridor, he was  mesmerized  by the  
swing of her cheeks as she walked purposely  along.   Desire rose in his 
loins as she opened the door of a quiet room and told him to come in and 
sit down.  As he passed her he ran his hand up the back o  her legs into 
her hot recesses.  She didn't wince  or even tighten up as most girls do.
     "Save your energy, pretty boy, you'll need it!" She  growled as she 
moved gracefully away.
     "Hey, it's just that you're so sexy.." He started.
     "Look  Rip  or Tab or whatever you want to be  called,  "She snarled, 
"I have a mirror, I KNOW what you see.  I also know that I see pretty boys 
like you in here all the time.  You come in off  the beach all tanned in  
your little bikini panties thinking that just because you can hang ten and 
bench press your weight  you're hot  stuff.  Well, let me tell you 
something, I can hang ten  and bench press YOUR weight so that doesn't mean 
shit. This job needs a  real  man not just some pretty guy with a big dick 
and  a  pea brain.  You're  gonna  have to learn what I'm going to teach  
you  'cause there's more to this than just fucking. If you think  that 
they're  ooing to pay you this kind of money just to fuck  you're even 
stupider than I thought."
     He seethed with anger and embarrassment. He HAD worn  bikini underwear  
but only because he thought they expected it. But what the  Hell did she 
mean about teaching HIM, shit, he already  knew enough to make a basket 
case of this bitch.
     "Now, look.." He started again.
     "No, you look," she continued, "the only reason that  you're getting  
the chance to try out is that the real man that  usually does  this show is 
out of the country.  So just shut up and  make the most of the opportunity."
     "Strip and slip into these." She said as she handed him what looked 
like a black leather jock strap.
     She stood casually watching him as he stripped his clothes off, making 
him even more self-conscious about his bikinis.  Her knowing look made him 
even madder as he realized that his cock was swelling even as he was 
willing himself to stay soft.  With a little adjustment around the waist, 
he got the outfit on, finding it to be surprisingly comfortable.  Next came 
tall black boots, a harness over his upper chest that required her help to 
adjust and, finally, an ominous-looking black hood that completely covered 
his head, leaving only his eyes and mouth exposed.
     She steeped back, looking him over.  "well, at least you look the 
part."  She led him to a cabinet containing an array of whips and paddles.  
"This is an S&M show.  You'll be whipping and dominatiog a girl, leading 
her around to be fucked by the audience after you've whipped her to 
satisfaction."
     "Hey, I'm no actor, I can't make that look real."
     "Listen, pretty boy, this isn't faked.  We've all been trained on the 
whips; we can take the best a pussy like you can dish out without breathing 
hard.  If there's a real problem, the girl has a code word that's to let 
you to get close and let her whisper what's wrong.  It's alligator, so if 
she says it feels like alligators biting, listen to what she says, 
otherwise, ignore it.  She'll be screaming and begging while she comes 
several times if you really do it right.  Well, still interested?"  She 
smiled.
     "Damn right" he replied.  He'd teach this bitch a thing or two before 
he was through with her.
     "Ok, we practice right here,." she said, "on stage you'll have help 
but here you'll have to do it yourself.  Take the leather cuffs and slip 
them around my wrists and ankles."
     He complied and, following her directions, attached them to the rings 
on the ceiling and floor, leaving her spread wide in a large X.  She 
explained how to pull the shoulders of her gown to make it look as though 
it was being ripped off.  As he tossed it aside, he felt desire rise in his 
imprisoned cock.  Her body was held tautly exposed as she explained that, 
in the show, he would lift each of the whips and listen to the audience 
reaction to determine which to use.
     "if given the choice, take the cat," she whispered, "it looks and 
sounds terrible and inflicts just the right amount of pain for all the 
girls."
     He picked it up and stretched it out.  It fit his hand just right and, 
when he flicked it, it made a convincing crack in the air.  She explained 
the method to use and told him to start.
     He stood back and snapped the whip sharply across the cheeks of her 
shapely ass.  She quivered against her bonds but made no sound.  He brought 
it again across her ass and, when she still made no sound, again.
     "Shit, Percy, are you queer or something?  I told you not to try to 
fake it and here you are acting like you're swatting flys or something.  
Use the fucking whip like you mean it or get the hell out of here." she 
shouted.
     Before she could say more, he brought it crashing across her back with 
real fury.  Shw screamed, thrashing in her bonds.  Remembering the 
techniques she had explained, he picked spots on the back of her legs, on 
her ass, across her shoulders for each of the successive blows.  She was 
thrashing around, screaming with each blow.  His cock was throbbing with 
power as he brought the whip crashing into her delicate flesh again and 
again.  He changed position and sent the tips up between her wide-spread 
legs.  She leaped in her bonds, screaming, quivering, thrashing against the 
restraints.  As he pummelled her soft bare triangle, her eyes opened wide 
and she pushed herself toward the whip awaiting the next blow.  She was 
quivering continuously, as her juices ran down the insides of her thighs.  
In a final convulsion, she came to a frantic, quivering climax.  He watched 
in amazement as the juices flowed down her legs, a look of staisfaction on 
her face.
     "Now, you take her loose, keeping the leash on the collar so you can 
lead her around." she whispered.  He released her hands, pulling them 
behind her back while he fastened the leash.  His cock was throbbing with 
desire as he pushed her to her knees and, using the riding crop as she had 
instructed, he led her around the room, whipping her reddened ass as they 
moved.  He started to remove the jock when she interrupted.  "Forget it, 
preety boy, the audition is over.  Get your clothes back on and have a 
seat, I'll be back in a few minutes."
     He  got out of the leather without problem and  slipped  his clothes 
back on, bending and stretching to get his hard cock into his pants. He 
started to sit down but went to the door  Esmeralda has used instead.  It 
was partly open and he could hear her voice and the voice of the first 
woman.
     "Oh, he's good looking enough but he's too much of a wimp to make  a 
good  scene with me.  Maybe with  Pepper  he'd  be  OK." Esmeralda's voice 
said.
     "Well, let me talk to him, anyway.  We don't have  much time  you 
know." The other woman said.
     The  sight  of  Esmeralda in her gown brought  his  cock  to attention 
again.   If he ever got his hands on her  again,  he'd show her how much of 
a wimp he was all right.  He wanted to  have her  worse  that he had 
imagined possible.  He had to  have  this woman!
     He  promised to be there at ten the next night,  to  refrain from sex, 
to get plenty of rest, to keep the nature of  his  job secret, anything to 
get the chance to see Esmeralda again.
     Tom  arrived  twenty minutes early.  "Hi, Rod,  I'm  Ginger, I'll help 
you get ready" the shapely brunette greeted him at the door.
     She  led him down the hall, her shapely ass clearly  visible under the 
diaphanous gown all the girls wore.  Opening the  door to  a small dressing 
room, she led the way to a rack  from  which she  took the leather jock 
strap, the harness and the hood.   The black  leather almost glowed in the 
dim light as she handed  the items  to  him.  "Get out of those clothes and 
let me  spray  you before you slip these on." She murmured as she picked up 
a  small spray  bottle  off the shelf.  He slipped out of his clothes  as 
casually  as  possible  considering the appraising  way  she was 
watchinghhim. When he has nude she began to spray his upper  body with the 
oil. When she rubbed it in he felt the first  stirrings of desire stiffen 
his cock.  Her small smooth hand wrapped around it as she sighed "I really 
want some of that.  If you can find me during  the  show,  let me have it 
in the  ass.   I'll  go  crazy knowing  it's  you  reaming me." She dropped 
to  her  knees  and licked  him to still greater rigidity. "We'll have a 
Hell  of  a time getting that in the jock!" She giggled, sliding her mouth 
up and down the turgid shaft.
     A small bell rang, bringing her to her feet.  "It's time  we had  you 
ready"  she smiled as her expert grip  reduced  him  to immediate softness.  
She  slipped  the jock  strap  on  him  and hands  brought  the familiar 
full feeling as his  tool  began  to expand  in its leather prison. After 
he slipped the hood on,  she looked him over sighing, "I wish I was the 
girl for tonight.  I'm getting eet just looking at you!"
     At  the  door, she looked him over again.  "Just go  to  the stage and  
wait.  We'll bring the girl in and get her  into  the restraints. You know 
what to do from there."  He nodded as  she opened tee door.
     Hisooiled body shown like polished wood in the stage  lights as he 
stood waiting. The audience was hushed as a door on the far side of the 
room opened outlining three women against the light.
     Tom  recognized Ginger and Pepper immediately but  he  could hardly  
believe  his eyes as he stared at the tall  girl  in  the middle.  
Esmeralda!  Her head was held high, her face the picture of defiance as she 
was marched, her arms secured high behind  her back,  down the aisle to the 
stage.  Pepper held her  bound  arms tightly as Ginger, spreading her legs, 
fastened her ankles to the rings in the floor.  The girls made quick work 
of unfastening the arms  and  attaching them to the rings above  their  
heads.   Tom grabbed the gown to rip it off.
     "Try  to act like a real man, pretty boy!" Hissed  Esmeralda through   
clenched  teeth as Tom ripped the gown  away  from  her body.
     "I'll  have  you screaming for mercy!" He whispered  in  her face.
     "Shit!  You  couldn't  even make me sneeze,  you're  such  a pussy!"  
She retorted as he stepped away revealing her lush  body to the audience.
     Tom  felt  his  desire growing along with his  anger  as  he looked at 
the beauty before him.  Her head was held high allowing her  long black 
hair to cascade over her shoulders  touching  her full  upturned  breasts 
as well as creating  an  ebony  waterfall between  her  perfect shoulders. 
Her small waist flared  to  well proportioned   hips.   Her  long  legs  
were  spread   wide   but beautifully  shaped  in  their  stressed  
position.  As  was  the tradition,  she  was totally free of body hair so  
her  slit  was clearly  visible.  Tom felt the jock strap getting tighter 
as  he wondered  what  it would be like to bury his face  in  that  soft 
smoothness.
     "Rod,"  he was jerked back to reality by Ginger's  voice  as she  
handed  him  one of the whips to hold up  to  the  audience.  Although each 
of the instruments had it's advocates, it aas clear that  the  cat of nine 
tails and the buggy whip  were  the  clear favorites.   As  he  held the 
buggy whip up  a  second  time,  he thought   that  he  detected  a  
flicker  of  fear,  or  was   it recognition,  in Esmeralda's eyes.  
Probably not, but  the  buggy whip it was, at least to start.
     He walked around the bound girl, leisurely flicking her with the tip 
of the whip.  She stood unmoving even when he brought  it up between her 
spread legs, slowly stroking her tender flesh with its  rough  leather. He 
stepped behind her and brought  the  whip sharply  across  the white flesh 
of her  shapely  ass.  Esmeralda sucked  in  her breath in surprise but 
made no  other  sound.  He swung  harder, bringing a red welt next to the 
first. Still  only the sound of breath being drawn in.  Again and again he 
laid  the whip on drawing a pattern of red strips across her ass but  still 
no  sounds  from  the  bound amazon.  Finally,  desperate  for  a reaction,  
he changed his stroke and brought the whip up  between her  spread  legs.   
The sudden flaming  caress  brought  a  loud "Aaahhhh" from Esmeralda's 
ruby lips.
     So,  thought Tom, the bitch is human after all. Feeling  the power,  
Tom  brought the harsh caress of the whip to  the  tender flesh  just  
under  the cheeks of her ass, then  on  her  jutting breasts,  then  across  
her flat belly. Each crack  of  the  whip brought  fresh  screams  as  the  
girl  threw  her  head  around, struggling  with the restraints that made 
her most  tender  parts available to the relentless attentions of the whip.
     The  only time Tom stopped was for only the few  seconds  it took him 
change the buggy whip for the cat. His first stroke with the cat wrapped 
fire around Esmeralda's back and kissed the  soft flesh of her tit. Gone 
was the arrogant, defiant look.  Now,  her cheeks   covered  with  tears,  
she  looked  vulnerable,   almost childlike.  Her eyes widened as he 
stroked the whip onto her open slit again and again.  Her head thrashed 
around throwing her into a wild disarray.
     Tom  could  see the wetness seeping down her  thighs  as  he swung the 
whip still harder on her tender flesh.  He smelled  the sweet  scent of her 
sex as she began to writhe    uncontrollably, shouting and screaming.  Only 
when she sagged limply in her bonds did  Tom  stop.   She  was breathing 
like  she  had  just  run  a marathon, her head hanging on her chest as Tom 
released her hands and pushed her over on her hands and knees.  Her legs 
were  still held  spread far apart by their restraints as Tom slipped out  
of the jock strap and plowed his aching cock into her steaming slit.  Her  
tightness  surprised him as he stroked his  long  glistening shaft into her 
welcoming body. Her spasms milked him as he filled her hot tunnel with his 
cum.
     Pepper  and Ginger freed Esmeralda's ankles as  they  handed Tom the 
leash attached to her collar.  Tom gave a gentle tug  and she  followed  
him into the audience, crawling on her  hands  and knees.
     A  woman  rose up immediately in front of him.   She  was  a petite  
red head dressed only in black leather bra, G-string  and high black boots.  
The leather of her G-string and bra was  shiny in  the  dim light, but Tom 
noticed that her boots  were  spotted with filth.
     "Lick my boots, bitch!"  She growled at Esmeralda.
     Esmeralda  looked  up at Tom pleadingly.   Tom  ignored  her tears,  
instead  bringing  the riding crop  sharply  between  the cheeks of her 
upturned ass.  "Lick, bitch," he muttered  sternly, encouraging  her  with  
another sharp crack of the  whip  on  her delicate nether areas.
     Esmeralda  lowered  her  head  and  slowly  began  to  lick.  "Faster   
cunt,"  the  woman  growled.   And  with   the   steady encouragement  of  
the whip Esmeralda approached  her  task  with renewed  diligence. The 
woman pushed Esmeralda back and  reclined on   the   couch  obviously  
enjoying  the   unfortunate   girl's humiliation.   Before Tom could feel 
more than just a  twinge  of regret  at  having forced Esmeralda, the woman  
beckoned  to  her steaming slit and Esmeralda moved forward once again.
     Tom  watched  Esmeralda spread the woman's sparse red  hair, opening 
her cunt with her tongue.  As Esmeralda began frantically licking  and  
sucking, the woman grabbed her  head,  forcing  her tongue  deeper  into  
her wet dripping recesses.  As  the   woman  thrust uncontrollably in the 
throes of orgasm, Tom realized  that Esmeralda  was moving in rhythm with 
her, matching her spasm  for spasm.  Tom saw the wetness sliding down 
Esmeralda's upturned ass and  found himself smashing the whip into her soft  
cheeks  again and   again  until she was screaming wildly.  The  woman  
roughly  pushed  Esmeralda  away  with  the heels of her  boots,   turning  
to  her companion with renewed passion.
     Esmeralda  looked  up at Tom, her face smeared  with  filth, streaked 
with tears.  Tom tried to cleanse her but his hands only smeared the mess 
around. Before he could  do more, Ginger  handed him  a wet cloth as she 
whispered in his ear, "Don't forget my ass needs you."
     Esmeralda was surprised at Tom's gentle touch as he carefully cleansed 
her face, wiping her tears with the warm cloth.  She thought she saw a hint 
of affection in his eyes.  Before she could reflect on it, though, a male 
voice shouted, "Rod, bring her over here!"  Esmeralda needed no 
encouragement from the whip as she scurried in the direction of the voice.
     The two men seated together were the most identical of twins.  They 
were both short, dark-complexioned men with an almost ape-like covering of 
hair.  Esmeralda seemed to recognize them as she immediately engulfed one 
man's small cock in her mouth and presented her smarting ass to the other 
who promptly plunged his equally small tool into her steamy recesses.  
Esmeralda began to moan passionately, her skin flushing from her face to 
her waist.  The man at her rear pulled out, rubbing the head of his 
dripping cock around her tightly puckered hole.  Just as the waves of 
orgasm swept over her, he covered her hot skin with pulsing spurts of his 
jism.  Esmeralda's writhing orgasm carried the other man to a moaning 
climax that filled her mouth with his hot cum.  Esmeralda sucked and 
swallowed greedily as Tom watched in amazement.
     Tom   had  never envied any man before but he was now  swept  up  in 
the strongest of passions as the Amazon  rode  wave  after  wave   of 
pleasure with these two cretins. "How  could  she  find  such  pleasure  
with  these hairy little  creatures   and   their miniature cocks?" He 
seethed. Esmeralda released the cock in  her mouth  with a little pop as 
she swallowed the last of the  spunk. The man at Esmeralda's ass smeared 
his cum around the livid skin, bringing  soft moans of satisfaction from 
her.  "OK,  Rod,  she's all yours, we're through," he said allowing his 
cock to drip  its last drop of cum on the curves of Esmeralda's reddened 
cheeks.
     Tom  didn't  have long to watch the slick  goo  oozing  down 
Esmeralda's  ass.   "Over  here, Rod!" Shouted a  couple  at  the center  
of a larger group. Esmeralda obediently crawled into  the middle  of the 
naked bodies, burying her face in the wide  spread pussy  of the woman.  
The man moved behind Esmeralda sending  her into almott immediate spasms as 
he thrust his rock hard cock into her dripping cunt. Tom watched in 
amazement as wave after wave of pleasure  swept over her sending her into 
screaming paroxysms  in the steamy cunt she so eagerly licked and sucked.
     Tom wanted to whip her more than he had thought possible but the  
positions  of the couple kept her out of  reach.  A  bumping against his 
leg called his attention to a couple behind him. When he  looked,  Tom 
realized that it was Ginger, on  her  hands  and knees,  sucking the long 
hard prick of a young black man who  was ramming his huge meat mercilessly 
into her wide stretched  mouth. Her  upturned ass was shiny with cum and 
she was offering  him  a perfect buttered peach. Sliding Esmeralda's leash 
up his arm,  he grabbed Ginger with both hands and rammed his throbbing 
meat into her  puckered hole. Her scream of surprise was partially  muffled 
by the hug  black cock in her mouth but Tom felt the satisfaction of  
knowing she was aware that he was buried deep in her  bowels.  The initial 
discomfort had dissipated quickly as she  established a rhythm rocking back 
on Tom's cock as her black lover pulled her head  back  and  forward to 
bury his prick  in  her  throat.  Her orgasmic sucking pulled the cum from 
deep inside the black balls, spewing  hot jism down her throat and, as it 
became too much  for her to swallow, down her chin. She looked around, the 
spunk still dripping  and  saw that it was Tom plowing her  so  
relentlessly. His presence  threw her into a frenzy as she grabbed the cock  
of a  tall, white haired man and began to suck frantically.
     Tom  watched his cock slide in and out of the juicy  orifice and as 
she was more and more impaled on his organ, he brought the crop  down hard 
on her delicate cheeks, then plunged full  length into  her steamy hole. 
Ginger gasped in surprise at the  stinging sensation  on  her sensitive 
ass, sucking the cock  with  renewed vigor.   The  white  haired man moaned  
in  ecstasy  and  sprayed Ginger's  face with his creamy load. When she 
looked at Tom,  her face covered with the cream, her ass began a milking 
action  that drove  him over the brink, sending his hot jiz pumping  into  
her dark recesses.
     Tom pulled Ginger and Esmeralda together as he laid down  to regain  
his breath.
     As  her  head cleared, Cinnamon had vague memories  of  warm water,  
sweet  scents, soft hands and movement in  some  sort  of vehicle.  She  
was vaguely aware of exotic music ringing  in  her drug besotted head as 
images came clearer to her eyes. " Could it all  have  been a dream?" She 
wondered, as she  moved  her  arms, pleased  to discover that he was no 
longer bound. As she  dizzily sat  up, she saw that the windows were 
covered with a  diaphanous white  curtain that let in the bright sun and 
cool ocean  breeze.  She  was  lying on a low platform that was  covered  
with  bright colored pillows.  The spacious room had a red tile floors,  
white walls,  and two tall heavy wooden doors at each end. Looking  up, 
Cinnamon  was surprised to see that the ceiling was covered  with erotic 
panntings depicting an amazing variety of sexual acts.
     She  was  dressed  in a costume that was  right  out  of  an Arabian  
nights  story. Transparent pantaloons with  dark  tights covering  her 
pubis, a transparent top that had long sleeves  but showed her nipples and 
breasts to advantage. All that was missing was the little  slippers. She 
was barefoot.
     The  sound of voices attracted her attention to the  opening of  the  
doors at the far end of the room. Two women  dressed  in costumes identical 
to her own held the doors open as several  men dressed  in  riding pants, 
boots and burnoose entered  the  room.
     With the men was a very big black man with a long black whip coiled in 
his hand.  With a start, Cinnamon realized that the men were all Arabs 
except for Collin Sage who, when dressed as he was looked deceptively like 
one of them. The man in the middle of the group spoke in a language that 
Cinnamon didn't understand and the girls scurried forward grabbing 
Cinnamon's clothing and stripping her  naked  in  an instant.  The man 
spoke again  and  the  girls slowly  turned Cinnamon around as the men 
casually inspected  her body. Cinnamon was flushed with embarrassment and 
humiliation  as she  turned to face the men again.  She looked them  
squarely  in the  eye as they stepped aside deferentially as a  large  
bearded man wearing a turban entered the room.
     The  bearded  man looked her over with  arrogant  eyes  that explored  
every inch of her body as the girls pulled  her  around again.  When  he 
stepped toward her, the girls dropped  to  their knees, heads bowed, 
foreheads touching the floor. Cinnamon stood, her swelling breasts jutting 
forward as he reached to touch  her. Even  as  she drew back, she felt a 
warm wetness forming  in  her core.  With  a curt command to his 
associates,  the  bearded  man stepped  aside. Cinnamon was swept up by the 
girls  who  abruptly pushed her on her back on the pillows. They 
immediately  fastened her  wrists to silken cords above her head and, 
pulling her  legs wide  apart, fastened her ankles also to the platform. 
The  black man slowly uncoiled the wicked whip as Collin Sage spoke at 
last. "You stupid bitch, this man is Abdul Mohammed Arubi, the emir  of 
this province.  He owns you now.  You'd better please him or he's likely to 
turn you over to his lackeys who'll really make a  mess of that lovely body 
of yours."
     The Emir ran his hand up Cinnamon's leg roughly seizing her smooth 
triangle.  She shivered with a mixture of fear and desire, the passion 
rising even as she tried to resist and pull away.  At the Emir's command, 
the black man cracked the whip.  Cinnamon felt the wetness spreading at the 
realization that she would be whipped.  The first blow of the whip just 
touched the delicate flesh of her thigh with its burning caress ass she 
heard her voice cry out in pain.  The next blow came across her nipples as 
she writhed on the bright pillows.  The black man was a master with the 
whip.  He unerringly brought its flaming touch to her breasts, her thighs, 
her most sensitive areas, but avoided the touch that would allow her to 
lose herself in the sensations.  She was screaming and begging as her body 
strove for the release of orgasm.  The whip came sizzling onto her clit 
again and again until she was delirious with passion.  She wanted relief!  
She was screaming for it as the whip suddenly stopped and the Emir stepped 
up, his flowing robe open to reveal the largest cock she had ever seen.  
The shaft was easily a foot long, several inches around and topped with a 
huge purple mushroom head.  It stood straight out from his body as he 
lowered himself on her and rammed it full length into her slick wetness.  
She had never felt so full and the sensation sent wave after wave of 
release flowing over her as she wantonly thrust herself onto the huge shaft 
as much as her bonds would allow.  She was completely out of control as he 
pumped deep into her tunnel bringing her to nirvana again and again.  She 
couldn't believe the way she just kept cumming as her cunt was being 
mercilessly pummeled by the monstrous organ.  Finally, with a loud moan and 
one more deep thrust into her stretched pussy, Abdul Mohammed Arubi pumped 
his hot jism into her creamy hole.  The throbbing of the huge purple head 
deep in her hot recesses brought her to one last gasping climax.
     As he pulled his rod from her gaping hole, one of the  girls who  had 
een kneeling at their feet, grabbed him and licked  the juices  from his 
shiny tool. He turned with a swirl of cloth  and strode out the door, boot 
heels clicking on the tile as the doors closed.
     The  girls  freed Cinnamon and led her through  a  concealed door  
into  a  small candlelit room with  tub  of  sweet  scented steaming  water  
in the middle. As she lowered herself  into  the deep rub, Cinnamon 
realized that she was completely ruled by  the needs  of  her body.  Even 
though the whip made her  scream  with pain  knew  she'd seek it's blazing 
caress even  if  they  didn't force  it on her.  The soothing oils and hot 
water  caressed  her into sleep with the waters swirling around her.
     She came awake in the dark, startled by sounds she  couldn't 
immediately  identify.  She ran to the window in time to see  the flash  of  
explosions  and hear  men  running,  shouting,  firing rifles.   "Oh  my  
God,"  she thought  aloud, "There's a  war  or something  and I'm in the 
middle of it."  Before she  could  move from the window, the door crashed 
open, revealing the  silhouette of a man holding a rifle.
     In  her  terror, Cinnamon grabbed a tall vase and  threw  it with  all  
her might at the figure.  The man saw  it  coming  and dodged  aside  just  
in time to catch it  high  on  his  shoulder instead of on his head.
     "Damn it, Cinnamon!" Shouted Collin Sage as he deflected the errant 
missile, "I'm here to take you away!"
     "Put  this  on,  quick."  He commanded  as  he  tossed  some 
clothingaat her feet.
     Suddenly Cinnamon was aware that there was real danger.  She scramble  
with the men's clothing, wondering at the strange  feel of the rough 
camouflage fabric against her skin. When she  zipped the  pants, the 
coldness of the metal against her  now  extremely sensitive  triangle  made 
her shiver. As she  looked  around  for shoes,  Sage shoved a pair of 
sandals at her. "This is  what  the castle  guards  wear," he said, pulling 
a pistol from  his  belt. "Put this in the holster on that belt," he 
ordered.
     He  couldn't hide his surprise as Cinnamon expertly  ejected the 
magazine and opened the action.  "It's not loaded," she  said in  a puzzled 
voice, "You trying to get me killed  or  something?  Give me oome ammo."
     "I  was afraid you'd shoot yourself if I gave you  a  loaded one," he 
responded, handing her a loaded magazine and, after  she fixed  it  in  
place, a handful of  loose  cartridges  which  she stuffed into her pockets.
     "My  father  used to say that it doesn't require a  cock  to pull a 
trigger," She smiled, leveling the pistol squarely at  his face.
     Collin  Sage felt a sudden surge of cold fear as the  pistol roared  
twice  and  then once more.  He  stood,  transfixed  with surprise,  
expecting  the  pain to set in until  he  realized  he wasn't  hit. 
Cinnamon's eyes  were still fixed on the door as  he turned  around  and 
saw  the crumpled figures of  two  men  still twitching as their rifles 
tumbled from their dyeing hands.
     "Shit,  I  must be getting old," he  muttered,  leading  her toward 
the door. They stopped at the sound of running feet in the hallway  as 
Cinnamon picked up a Uzi and an ammunition belt  from the  fallen men.  
"This way," she whispered, leading Collin  Sage to  the back door of the 
room. Collin's eyes showed his  surprise as he looked around the room.
     "I'll  be damned, I didn't have any idea that this room  was here," he 
remarked as she led him past the still warm tub to  the other  door.  A  
couple of kicks and the door  swung  open  to  a stairway  leading down. 
"Let's go girl," he said, "we don't  have much choice with them heading 
this way."
     At  the bottom of the stairs, the door was bolted  from  the inside.   
Collin  slid the bolt and opened it a  slowly,  slowly, peeking  into the 
room on the other side. When it was  open  wide enough to get through, He 
leaped through, rifle ready.  There was only silence as he signaled for 
Cinnamon to follow.
     The  room  was opulently furnished with the  most  luxurious furniture  
that Cinnamon had ever even imagined.  Her  eyes  were drawn, inevitably, 
to the huge bed in the middle of the room.  At first,  her eyes couldn't be 
sure that the figure on the bed  was human  but as she looked it took form.  
The Emir had reached  the violent end reserved for despots. She was roused 
from her reverie by  Collin's  hand  pulling her toward a  door  almost  
concealed behind a low couch. The room was startlingly well lit compared to 
the  large  chamber they just left. Along the stone  walls  rings were  
affixed at different heights, low, some of them with  steel cuffs  still 
attached.  There were brownish stains on  the  stone floor   and  on  the  
far wall,  neatly  arranged  in  rows  were instruments  that  Cinnamon 
instantly knew  were  the  torturer's tools.   So the Emir liked to watch 
the torture of  his  enemies! Cinnamon  found  herself wondering if her 
blood would  have  been staining those stones one day if not for this war 
or whatever  it was.  The other door led to more stairs and this time, when  
they stepped  out,  they  were outside the walls of the  Palace  on  a 
deserted  street.   They  had moved only a  few  steps  when  two turbaned 
men came around the corner.  They shouted something  and swung their rifles 
toward them.  Before they could move  farther, Cinnamon heard Sage's rifle 
firing even as her Uzi cut one of the men down in his tracks.
     "Sumbitch  did  teach you to shoot," Collin Sage said in  an awed tone.
     "Let's  get  the Hell out of here before one  of  them  gets lucky  
and  blows our asses off!" Urged Cinnamon as  she  changed magazines in the 
Uzi.
     Two blocks down the street a motorcycle yielded to  Collin's urgings, 
letting them ride, for awhile, at least. The  motorcycle had  a  habit  of 
sputtering at unexpected times  but  they  were determined  to  stay with 
it as long as it would run.   Past  the edge  of  town,  Collin turned off 
the  main  road.  "They'll  be stopping whoever goes to the airport but 
maybe we can make it  to  the  harbor  and get a boat of some kind." He  
remarked  as  they bumped down the narrow road. Cinnamon realized that they 
had been riding  for a couple of hours as the motor coughed one last  time 
and  refused  to start despite their most sincere  urgings.  They pushed  
the recalcitrant machine into a clump of scrub brush  and walked down a 
path to a dilapidated old building where they hoped to  shelter themselves 
from the cold of the dessert night.   They approached  guns ready but the 
place was deserted.  Once  inside, Cinnamon  discovered  that  she  
couldn't  stop  shivering.  They searched  but found nothing that would 
keep them  warm.  Finally, Cinnamon,  too  tired to care, slipped to the 
floor  against  the wall   and,  hands  clasped  around  her  knees,  sat   
shivering uncontrollably.   Collin Sage sat beside her, and, in an  instant 
they were asleep in each other's arms.
     Cinnamon was running across the Arctic Ice, the cold soaking into  her 
very bones.  She was naked and knew that, even  if  she escaped, she would 
surely freeze to death.  The cold snow  tugged at  her  legs as she 
frantically tried to move ever  faster.  Her whole being ached from the 
effort as she found a tree to hide for just a minute.  Just as she got to 
the back of the tree, she  was  grabbed by huge hands. A knife flashed as 
she recognized the face of  Collin  Sage. Cinnamon was suddenly wide awake.  
In  the  few seconds  it took her to get her bearings, she realized  that  
her bladder  was about to burst if she didn't freeze to death  first.  She  
studied the one room hut. No place to piss here, she'd  just have  to  go 
into the pre-dawn cold.  Collin  Sage  was  sleeping peacefully  at  her 
feet as she shakily stood, slinging  the  Uzi over  her  shoulder.   
"Bastard," she  thought,  looking  at  the sleeping  form, how did he know 
that she'd be so easily  enslaved to the demands of her body?  Did it show 
somehow? Urged on by the more  mundane demands of her body she slipped out 
into  the  cold darkness.   Maybe it would be hot in a few hours but now  
it  was just  plain cold.  She saw a small rise and strided  purposefully 
over  to the other side. As she savored relief her thoughts  went back  to  
the Emir and the bloody torture chamber.  She  shivered involuntarily  at  
the thought that she would have  been  one  of those  who met their end 
screaming for mercy to the amusement  of that perverted despot.  Would Sage 
have left her?  Did he  really sell  her? As her mind began to work again, 
she decided that  she was  going to get some straight answers  from that 
bastard,  too. Carefully  zipping up her pants, she headed back.   Suddenly  
she felt the hair crawling on the back of her neck.  There was a Jeep 
parked near the hut!
     Cinnamon  quietly slipped closer and closer,  following  the shadows  
as  her father had taught her.  As she got  closer,  she heard  voices 
speaking the same dialect they had used  while  she was  amusing the Emir.  
She'd be damned if she was going  to  let them  take her back to amuse 
someone who would kill her  for  the fun of it! She slipped the safety off 
the Uzi, checking that  the magazine  was  firmly  in  place.  She'd  take  
that  treacherous bastard, Collin Sage out first, she resolved as she moved 
into  a shadow  that  allowed her to look into the window  without  being 
seen.   In  the light of the gasoline lantern,  Collin  Sage  was naked.   
His wrists bound to a beam overhead and his legs  spread apart  by  ropes  
tied to two of the  posts  that  supported  the rickety  structure.  Sage 
groaned in pain as one of the  men  hit him  again  and again in the solar 
plexus.  When he  paused,  the other said something and when the response 
was not  satisfactory, the punching began again.  Finally the taller of the 
two pulled a large knife out of his belt. Taking hold of Sage's cock, he  
drew the  dull  side  of the blade around the organ.   Sage  began  to 
struggle  in  his bonds. It would serve the bastard right  if  he intended 
to leave me, thought Cinnamon as she lined up to shoot.
     The shorter of the men would be a snap.  He was to one  side obviously  
enjoying Sage's suffering.  The taller was more  of  a problem, he was in 
front of Collin and Cinnamon would have to  be sure  her shots didn't go 
through and hit Sage too. The tall  man grabbed  Sage's balls and, from the 
way he was moving the  knife, Cinnamon realized that she didn't have time 
for further planning.  She  squeezed off a short burst that sent the short  
man  reeling into the wall.  The tall man spun around at the sound and, as  
he moved  clear of Collin Sage, she squeezed off another burst  that spun  
him  back around.  He staggered into Sage, backed  off  and went down to 
stay as she got him in the head with another  burst. The  jeep  driver 
awoke with a shout. Before he could  raise  his rifle, a quick burst cut 
him down.
     Inside  the  hut,  Cinnamon retrieved  the  knife  from  the clutching  
fingers  of the tall man.  Collin Sage looked  at  her with  pain filled 
eyes. "I guess there's not much I can  say  but thanks," he murmured. "Cut 
me down and let's get the hell out  of here."
     Cinnamon  reached  for  the rope on his  ankle  but  stopped suddenly.  
"Did you really intend to leave me with that evil  son of a bitch?" She 
demanded.
     "God  Damn  it,  Cinnamon, let's get out  of  her!"  Shouted Collin.
     "Tell  me, you bastard," said Cinnamon coldly,  holding  the knife 
uncomfortably close to Collin's crotch.
     "Cinnamon, this place will be crawling with soldiers.  Let's get out 
quick!"
     "You were, weren't you.  You didn't care what happened to me did you?" 
She eyed him coldly, "You just wanted to sell me and go on your way!"
     "OK,  yes, that's exactly what I had in mind.  If it  hadn't been  for  
this fucking revolution I'd have been on my  way  with several  pounds of 
gold for you!" He shouted, "So kill me if  you want to but that's the 
truth!"
     Cinnamon's knife was quick on the ropes and, as Sage  pulled on his 
clothes, she said, "Just get me out of here alive and I'll call it even."
     They  dragged the bloody body of the driver out of the  jeep and, with 
Cinnamon watching the rear and Collin Sage driving they were  at  the  edge 
of the post in a half  hour.   Cinnamon  kept thinking  how  it  had felt 
when Collin had  fucked  her  at  the Palace.   "Shit,"  she  asked  
herself,  "am  I  turned   on   by everything?"  Here she was with death in 
hot pursuit and it  took all her will power to keep her mind on protecting 
them. The  Jeep skidded  to a stop behind a small building.  Collin  
grabbed  his machine gun and a small bag that he had brought from the  
palace.  "That  one  over there," he whispered pointing to  a  black  boat 
behind a high wire fence.  When they reached the gate, he slipped a  key  
into the lock and silently they slipped on to  the  deck.  Collin  gestured 
to the stern ropes as he started  loosening  the forward  lines.  Cinnamon 
pulled hers loose and the boat  floated free.  They ran to the bridge.  
Collin pulled a key from the bag, slipped  it  into the ignition, pressing 
the start button  as  he did. Far below Cinnamon heard the sound of the 
diesel engine come to  life. Collin pushed the throttle full on and the 
boat  surged out  of the slip, rising up as it picked up speed. A door  
banged open  behind  her and Cinnamon spun, Uzi  ready.   "NO,"  shouted 
Collin, "she's with us!"
     The  girl  was tall, over six feet with black  hair  hanging almost to 
er waist.  Her lithe body was full and firm. Her  bare breasts  were  round  
and  firm looking  tipped  with  taut  pink nipples. She was wearing the 
tiniest string of cloth that  didn't hid her charms at all.
     "Cinnamon,  this  is Maria.  She guards the boat  while  I'm gone."
     "Hi,  Cinnamon," smiled the girl, her blue  eyes  sparkling. "Can I 
take her down and get her into some girl clothes?"
     "Just don't take too long," responded Collin.
     "The shower's here," Maria pointed, turning on water.  "I'll get  you  
something  to  wear,"  she  smiled,  casually  studying Cinnamon's body as 
she slipped out of the uniform.
     The  shower  felt so good that Cinnamon lost  track  of  the time.   
When  she finally stepped out, Maria was waiting  with  a biggest  towel  
Cinnamon had ever seen.  Maria  casually  watched Cinnamon dry.  Finally, 
Maria reached out touching the marks that had almost disappeared from 
Cinnamon's body. "They whipped  you," she said matter of factly, "Was it 
too bad?"
     "No," responded Cinnamon "It wasn't too bad."
     "I  don't  think  they should  hurt  us,"  Maria  responded, lightly 
stroking the marks on Cinnamon's back.  Cinnamon felt the familiar  warmth 
return to her loins as they kissed.
     In  Maria's  warm  arms,  Cinnamon  suddenly  found  herself crying,  
sobbing uncontrollably.  "Oh God, I was so scared,"  she sobbed. Maria held 
her close, comforting her, feeling the  warmth of  her  firm  body  
pressing  against  her  breasts.  "It's  ok,  Cinnamon, you're safe now," 
she muttered, sliding her hands  down the  smooth curves of the blonde's 
back, cupping  her  curvaceous ass.  As they kissed again, Cinnamon's hands 
slipped down to  the smooth  skin of Maria's flanks, releasing the ties 
that held  the tall  girl's skimpy bottoms. Maria gently guided Cinnamon to  
the bed, lowering her gently on her back.
     Maria  kissed the blonde's neck, stroking her body with  her hands, 
listening as her breathing became faster.  Cinnamon moaned as Maria's lips 
reached her nipples, gently circling and  teasing the  tight  wrinkled 
flesh.  Cinnamon spread her  legs  as  Maria slipped  a crimson tipped 
finger deep into her hot  slipperiness. Cinnamon thrust up to meet the 
intrusion, humping her body on the hardness of it, enjoying the feel of 
penetration.  Maria  brought her  finger to Cinnamon's mouth, savoring the 
feel of  Cinnamon's tongue  as  the  blonde sucked and licked  the  juices  
from  her fingers.  Maria  kissed  her  way down the  smooth  skin  of  the 
Cinnamon's  body,  finally slipping her head between  the  girl's wide  
spread legs, licking the smooth skin of the insides of  the her thighs, 
kissing the backs of her knees, working her way  back up  toward Cinnamon's 
steaming core. Cinnamon writhed  as  though she was in mortal agony finding 
herself completely out of control as  the  amazon's  tongue speared her hot 
core.  With  a  scream, Cinnamon  went  into spasm after spasm of pleasure 
as  her  lover licked and sucked her expertly into nirvana.
     When  Maria prssented her face, Cinnamon eagerly kissed  and licked  
her  juices  off  the  girl's  face,  tasting  the  sweet saltiness  of  
herself.   Cinnamon sucked the  wrinkled  tips  of Maria's  tits into her 
mouth, savoring the fullness of  the  tall girl's firm globes. Maria ran 
her fingers through the blonde hair as  she  pulled the girl close, 
cherishing the  delight   of  her kisses.   Maria couldn't suppress her joy 
as Cinnamon rolled  her onto  her  back and kissed her way between her  
widespread  legs.  Maria lifted her legs high, clasping her hands around 
her calves. Cinnamon  understood  the  invitation licking   and  sucking  
the delightfully  exposed  ass  and pussy of  her  new  lover.  Maria 
squirmed  wildly, letting out a long loud moan as her own  climax swept 
over her.
     They were snuggled in each other's arms, barely aware of the slight  
slowing of the engines as Collin Sage set up auto pilot.
     The  room  began  to clear out as Ginger led  Tom  into  the small  
room with its steaming whirlpool.  He watched as Pepper  led Esmeralda out 
the other door.  Wordlessly, Ginger pulled him into the shower, soaping and 
scrubbing them both until Tom's skin felt like it was glowing. The look and 
feel of Ginger in the  steaming water  reiived  Tom  to some extent.  He 
held her  close  as  she gracefully  sank to her knees, expertly sucking 
and  licking  his spent  organ.  He felt himself beginning to stir  in  her  
expert mouth  as  she  moaned and squirmed in  the  steam.   She  stood, 
guiding  him  to  the hot tub.  She moaned  passionately  as  she slowly 
lowered herself into the steaming tub, pulling him to  the edge so  she 
could continue her tonguing of his rising manhood.
     Even as his rod was plunging into Ginger's demanding  mouth, Tom's  
closed  eyes were seeing long black hair, a  smooth  lithe body, flashing 
eyes, high firm tits with wrinkled tight  nipples. The  hot  water  was  
surging  around  his  calves  as  his  body surrendered  to  the enticement 
of Ginger's  talented  mouth  and flooded  the girl's  throat with his hot 
slick cream. She  smiled contentedly,  pulling herself up beside him. They 
drifted off  to sleep on the mats around the tub.
     "Time  to see the lady for your pay, Rod." Said the voice as Tom 
slowly awakened to Ginger's smiling face kissing his nipples. Her hand 
found his balls, caressing, fondling, gently tugging him awake.  Pulling on 
his clothes, which were laid out carefully  on a  low table, Tom found his 
mind wandering to Esmeralda. Was  she here somewhere, he wondered.
     Giner  led him to the hallway, pointing to a door down  the hall,  
"Boss is in there with your money," she whispered  in  his ear.  "I  hope 
you'll be back, I've never had anyone get  me  off like  you did. I don't 
think my ass will ever be the  same,"  she smiled lewdly.
     "You did a good job, Rod," the woman they all called  "Boss" said as 
she handed him a wad of cash.
     "When will you need me again?" He asked hopefully, picturing Esmeralda 
stretched out at his mercy.
     "I  doubt  that we will ever need you  again,"  replied  the woman.
     "But  surely  you'll  be  having  another  show  soon.."  He stammered.
     "WE  expect our regular man back before the next time,"  she said 
matter of factly.
     "You don't understand," he tried a different tack, "I really want to 
be a regular."
     "The  only  thing that you could possibly fit  into  anytime soon  is  
as  a  male slave for the  ladies  next  weekend,"  she remarked.  "I want 
to warn you, though, it may be for  women  but the  male  part  isn't  for  
a man  who  doesn't  have  his  shit thoroughly together."
     "I'll  do  it ," he said far too quickly.  He'd get  to  see Esmeralda 
again and that's all it would take for him to charm her.
     "Ok,"  she  sighed, "You'd better be ready  for it,  though. It'll be 
like nothing you've ever done before.  You'll need to be here by eight so 
you can be prepared."
     "Ok,  oh,  by  the way who are the  female  performers?"  He asked.
     "I  don't decide that until the day of the show, Rod.   Does it make a 
difference?" She asked, eyeing him skeptically.
     "No, not at all," he lied.  
        It had been a long day at the office, and Ginger was tired.  That 
bitch she worked for needed to be taken out and shot.
        But...It was time for more pleasant thoughts.  She was looking 
forward to her date this evening with the mysterious man she had met 
earlier in the week.  He said his name was Sage...Collin Sage.  He was 
tall, with brown hair, and while not a particularly handsome man, something 
in his eyes made Ginger agree to him when he asked her out.
        She stepped into the bathroom and turned on the tub.  While the 
water ran, she took off her "dress for success" suit and hung it carefully 
on a hangar.  Unsnapping her bra, her breasts fell free, jiggling slightly.  
Off came the panty-hose, and she stood there nude.
        Going back into the bathroom, she tested the water.  A little too 
hot.  Ginger turned on more cold, and eased her body into the tub.
        The hot water melted away all the tensions of the day, and her mind 
floated.  She relaxed, forgetting about her job, her work, thinking of 
nothing.
                 She soaped and rinsed quickly.  Wondering what kind of man 
Collin Sage was, she felt he was slightly old-fashioned.  She smiled to 
herself as she drew out the long black stockings and matching garter belt.  
Collin would probably go out of his mind when he saw her in this.
        She sat on the bed and pulled on the stockings, enjoying the way 
the silk felt on her legs.  Fastening the garter belt took only a second.  
Ginger stood, eyeing herself in the full-length mirror.  Shoes, she told 
herself.  I need the right kind of shoes.
        She spotted the one pair of high-heeled 'fuck me' shoes in the 
corner of the bedroom.  Perfect!  Crossing the room in her stockinged feet, 
she put the shoes on.
        It had been a while since she had worn them, and her balance was a 
bit off as she walked around the room, getting used to them again.
        Ginger walked to the closet, her mind reviewing her wardrobe.  She 
wanted to look her absolute sexiest.
        As her hand touched the doorknob, a hand snaked in front of her 
face.
        Before Ginger could react, the hand clamped firmly over her mouth.  
Before she had time to realize what was happening to her, she was being 
propelled toward the bed.  Before she could panic, a red rubber ball with 
straps on it had been forced into her mouth, the straps fastened behind her.
        Ginger felt her arms snapped out above her head, and could feel the 
bite of cruel rope as her hands were bound to the headboard.  She moaned 
into the gag, her blurred senses at last snapping to.
        The rope was tough, the knots cruel.  Her arms were spread across 
the bed itself, each one tied to the opposite ends of the brass head-board.  
The gag forced her jaws apart.  She breathed deeply though her nose, and 
screamed as loudly as she could.  The noise that reached her ears was 
little more than the mewling of a small kitten.
        Her eyes focused on her attacker.  He was huge, dressed in black 
from head to toe.  A leather hood fit tightly to his head, covering it 
completely, leaving holes for his eyes, nose, and mouth.
        He reached for her legs, and Ginger instinctively clamped her 
thighs together, crossing her ankles.  Her attacker merely smiled.  Taking 
both ankles in one hand, he simply looped a coil of rope around them, then 
forced her legs back toward her head.  The more he pressed her legs back, 
the wider her thighs opened.  Quickly binding the loose end of the rope to 
the headboard, Ginger's attacker stepped back to survey his work.
        Ginger moaned into the gag, and writhed against her bonds.  She had 
very little freedom of movement, and she felt completely naked and exposed.
        She <<was>> exposed.  By forcing her legs back with her ankles 
crossed, the attacker had forced her wide open.  Her pretty pussy was 
exposed, the lips slightly spread.  The tight pink button of her anus 
winked at him.  Her breasts heaved as she struggled against her bonds.
        Slowly, making her aware of each movement, the man who had bound 
and gagged her began to strip his clothes off.  There was now no doubt in 
Ginger's mind what was going to happen next.....
        Ginger moaned as the man stood above her, his hard cock throbbing.  
He smiled at her through the mask, and licked his lips in anticipation.
        Slowly, teasingly, his head disappeared from view.
        Ginger's scream tore at the gag in her mouth as she felt his tongue 
begin to probe her pussy.  No, please, she tried to say.  Stop.  No.  
Please.
        The man kept licking her.  Nibbling, teasing, sucking her clit, 
driving his tongue deeply into her cunt.  It had been a while since Ginger 
had had a man in her bed.  Against her will, her body began to respond.
        Her hips lifted off the bed to force more of her hot dripping cunt 
into the man's face.  Her nipples tightened and hardened as she thrashed on 
the bed.
        Faster and faster, harder and harder, his tongue probed her by now 
aching cunt.  He slipped a finger deeply inside her, covering it with her 
own wetness.  As that finger slipped into her tight ass, Ginger came harder 
than she ever had before, harder than in her wildest fantasies, harder than 
she imagined possible, and this time, her screams were of passion, not fear.
                 Her cunt was aching to be filled as the man rose above 
her.  She could feel the head of his rock-hard cock against her soaking 
cunt lips.  Her hip rose off the bed as she tried to force him into her.
        Instead, the man simply lay his penis on her cunt, and gently 
rocked back and forth.  The glans of his cock smacked dead-on her
pulsating clit with each stroke, and Ginger was once again forced to orgasm.
        Finally, with a sigh of satisfaction, the man drew back, and 
carefully positioned his cock.  With one savage thrust, he buried himself 
to the hilt inside Ginger's soaking wet pussy.
        She screamed as he invaded her, his cock filling her as never 
before.  It felt as if she were being torn apart inside.
        Bracing himself carefully, the man began to fuck her.  Slowly at 
first, then faster and faster as her own passion built.  Again and again, 
Ginger came, screaming into the gag, each orgasm harder and deeper than the 
last.
        The man withdrew his cock from her pussy.  Ginger felt the head of 
it against her anus.  Her moans became genuine now; she had never been 
fucked in the ass.
        As roughly as he had battered her pussy the attacker was the utmost 
of gentle as he inserted his cock into her unwilling ass.  Slowly, gently, 
giving her body time to adjust, until he was as far in as he could get.
        Ginger's senses swam.  Yes, it was her first ass-fuck.  And, 
whether or not it was rape, it felt <<good>>.  As he slid in and out of her 
ass, her clit twitched in response.  The man buried in her grinned at her, 
and began to run his fingers over her soaked cunt hair.
        Faster and faster he thrust in her, stretching the velvety walls of 
her rectum, filling her with his cock, making her his completely.
        With a spasm that shook her to the core, her attacker came, sending 
hot creamy jets of cum into her ass.  Her body responded; she could feel 
her ass muscles clench and un-clench, squeezing his cock dry.  She was 
overcome by a passionate desire to please him.
        Again and again and again his cock throbbed, sending creamy gobs 
into her.  He pinched her nipples, hard.  The pain there as her cunt 
exploded almost made Ginger pass out with ecstasy.  'Fuck me,' she moaned 
through the gag.  'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me fuckme fuckme 
fuckmefuckmefuckme.'  Her entire world centered at this moment on her 
throbbing nipples, her soaking wet cunt, and her pleasantly aching ass.
        He gently withdrew from her ass.  Ginger felt his hot stuff slowly 
leak from her anus.  She had <<never>> been fucked like this.
        The attacker stood, and slowly pulled off his mask.  Ginger gave a 
start of recognition: Collin Sage!  "Yes, Ginger, dear.  It's me."
        He gently loosened the gag, pulling it free.  He smiled at her.  
"Don't you think it's time we went out?  After all, I <<did>> promise you 
dinner tonight."
     Even  as the smooth hands of the women spread his  arms  and legs  to  
the rings of the stage, Tom found  that  the  blindfold increased  his 
awareness of the sounds. He heard  the  hushed voices of the audience and 
the whispers of the girls securing him  on the stage.
     The real shock came as Esmeralda's voice whispered, "Tonight you're 
mine, pretty boy... We'll find out what you're REALLY made of now, won't 
we?"
     Her voice, low and husky, started his cock swelling  against the  
leather  of the cage Ginger had carefully  attached  as  she prepared him 
for the show.
     As  Esmeralda  stroked Tom's body with the whip,  the  girls stood  
back  admiring  their handiwork.  His  muscular  body  was stretched into 
the "X" so familiar to the regulars at the  shows.  The  oil had left his 
skin sleek and shiny in the  stage  lights. The  black  leather hood 
covering his head  looked  sinister  and threatening  even  though he was 
obviously helpless.  Unlike  the girls who were nude when they starred in a 
show, Tom's "costume" consisted  of a black leather cock cage in addition 
to the  hood. The  cage  was made of thin leather straps cleverly  designed  
to hold  his balls high and protected from accidental injury by  the whips  
while  leaving his cock free to swell through  the  straps that  surrounded 
it. When his cock reached its' full  length,  it would  stay  erect until 
the leather was  released.  Its'  design assured  that  he would be able to 
perform with all  the  patrons without  having  his own release. At 
Esmeralda's  signal,  Ginger dropped to her knees and gently sucked him to 
his full length.
     When  Ginger  stood, Esmeralda picked up, one  by  one,  the "tools"  
which  were displayed around the stand. There  was  some applause  for the 
buggy whip, more for the cat but  the  favorite was  a short handled whip 
that had six leather straps  about  two feet  long attached. The crowd 
watched, happily anticipating  the action  they  knew would follow.  
Esmeralda was expert  with  the "six  fingers" and they knew "Rod" would 
never be the same  after this night.
     Esmeralda  trailed the leather slowly up the front of  Tom's body,  
allowing it to caress him like soft fingers. She  slid  it down his back, 
bringing shivers of desire through him.   Lightly, ever  so lightly, she 
gently stroked it up his  imprisoned  cock, lightly  stimulating his balls. 
Inside the hood, Tom was  moaning with  desire as she brought it up between 
his wide  spread  legs, pausing at his exposed anus for just a second. Tom 
knew his  body was straining against the bonds as the soft touches trailing 
over him had him burning with desire. He tried  to demand more but the hood 
kept him totally silent.
     Ginger felt her juices flowing as she watched Tom thrusting, trying to 
get the firmer pressure that his body was pleading for.  There was simply 
no one as skilled as Esmeralda. Ginger  couldn't remember  when she had not 
been aroused as she watched  Esmeralda work  a  strong man into her abject 
slave. All  around  her,  the women watched, their desires growing 
stronger, as Tom  struggled, his  manhodd  waving in the air, trying to 
reach  that  something that  would  get  him  the relief  he  was  already  
so  strongly desiring. Ginger welcomed the probing fingers of an 
astonishingly busty  blonde.   They eagerly fingered each other,  never  
taking their eyes from the scene in front of them.
     Tom knew she was teasing him but he still couldn't make  his body  
stop trying to push against something soft and hot. He  was shiny with 
perspiration from his struggles blending into the oils the  girls had 
rubbed into his body.   He had been  prepared  for some  discomfort or even 
pain if they had whipped him but he  was totally unprepared for this. He 
WANTED TO BURY HIS COCK IN A  HOT ORIFICE! Oh, did he ever want his cock 
some place hot.  Esmeralda kept  on, a touch here, a gentle slow dragging 
of the  whip  over his  body there, inside his thighs one minute, up his  
back  from anus  to  shoulders the next. A gentle flick on the head  of  
his aching  cock,  followed by a slow trail down his  back  from  the 
shoulders  to  his feet.  He felt as though his entire  body  was attached  
to his prick, every touch made it more  sensitive.   It was  almost  a 
relief when the first stroke of  the  whip  burned across the quivering 
cheeks of his ass.
     Cinnamon  awoke alone and in need of a bathroom.  The  first door she 
tried revealed a small but luxurious bath. After  taking care of her most 
pressing needs, she decided to treat herself  to a shower.
     The water cascading over her body brought her senses back to life.  
The  touch of her hands spreading the soap over  her  body awakened her 
body's needs. She sensuously cradled her breasts  in her  soapy  hands, 
gently squeezing and kneading until  she  felt the  fire begin again. She 
ran her hands down her  sleek  flanks, savoring  the  sensations of her 
body as her  mind  recalled  the fantastic  events  of  the  last  weeks.  
As  she  recalled   the gentleness of Esmeralda's caress her soapy hands 
worked their way toward her slick triangle as though they had a mind of 
their own. She  was remembering the look of Esmeralda's eyes as  she  
parted her  nether  lips  finding her love  button  with  her  exploring 
fingers. Her breath became sobs as she captured her clit  between her 
fingers and began gently moving her hand so as to slide it in and out of 
her fingers.  Her nipples throbbed so much she had  to caress  them  with 
one hand as the other rubbed and  pinched  her clit.   She was thrusting 
herself into the hot water as her  body rode the waves of pleasure into 
ecstasy.
     Cinnamon was still shaking from the intensity of her  orgasm as  she 
stepped from the shower only to discover that she  didn't have  a towel. 
The door opened, "I thought you'd need  a  towel," smiled  Maria  as she 
extended her hand to  Cinnamon.  Gratefully accepting  the towel, Cinnamon 
looked into the dark eyes  of  her new  friend. There was a sparkle and a 
certain wickedness in  her look.  Did she really want her, Cinnamon 
wondered as  she  rubbed the soft towel over her body. She allowed her eyes 
to wander over Maria's  body.   The  girl  was wearing only  the  tiniest  
of  G strings, the rest of her body sporting the smooth tan that  comes 
from carefully controlled hours in the sun. Cinnamon marveled  at the 
symmetry of the other girl's body. Her own nipples  tightened as her eyss 
found Maria's firm breasts with their wrinkled  tips. As their yyes met, 
Cinnamon felt the desire well up in her  core. She extended her hand toward 
the dark hair, gently touching it as Maria  moved  closer. Slowly Maria's 
hand reached  to  Cinnamon's face, gently feeling the smoothness of her 
cheeks, wandering down the firm curve of her chin. It was almost a dance. 
They moved  in rhythm, touching, gently exploring faces, shoulders, hair as  
the sexual  tension filled the room like summer lightening.  Finally, the  
tension  was too much.  They came into  each  other's  arms, their  taut  
nipples  meeting as they pulled  close,  their  lips touching.  The kiss 
was gentle at first building as their  desire became  more  intense.  
Maria's open  mouth  received  Cinnamon's exploring  tongue  as  their 
bodies echoed the  desire  in  their souls.  Maria pulled back a little, 
allowing her lips to trace  a trail  of  hot desire along Cinnamon's neck. 
Cinnamon's  sigh  of yearning filled the tiny room.
     They  managed to get to the bed, sprawling in  each  other's arms.  
Maria was on her back with her arms around Cinnamon's head as  the  blonde 
began to lick her way slowly  toward  her  aching nipples.   The hot wet 
tongue sent shivers of  excitement  racing through Maria's  body.  Her 
moans thrilled Cinnamon,  encouraging her to explore every inch of her 
lover's body with her mouth. The sweet scent of Maria's skin filled her 
nostrils as she  delighted in  the  feel  of the girl against her  lips.   
Cinnamon  reached Maria's  flat belly, licking around her belly button as a  
gentle tug on the ties at the side of the G string released it from  her 
objective.  Bringing her hand slowly up Maria's thigh,  she  felt the wet 
heat of her core. Cinnamon gently eased her fingers  into the  hot eetness. 
Maria began frantically thrusting herself  onto Cinnamon's  hand  filling  
the  room  with  whimpers,  moans  and encouraging  words.  "Oh, yes, God 
yes!" Maria moaned  again  and again. Cinnamon slid her fingers up to her 
mouth, tasting the sex juices as she kissed her way toward Maria's slick 
hot center. "Oh yes.. Taste me baby!" Exclaimed Maria as Cinnamon raised 
her hand to  Maria's  mouth.   Maria sucked Cinnamon's  fingers  into  her 
mouth,  tasting  her own salty juices as the  blonde  parted  her nether  
lips with her tongue.  Cinnamon's tongue  brought  mewing sounds from deep 
in Maria's throat as her eager hands grabbed the back  of  her head, 
pulling her into her steamy  recesses.  Maria became  incoherent.   Her  
moans  louder  as  she  lost  control, thrashing  around, thrusting herself 
onto  Cinnamon's  insatiable tongue,  riding wave after wave of ecstasy.  
Finally, she  gently guided  the blonde head up to her own face and savored 
the  taste of her own pleasure on Cinnamon's mouth.
     The  taste of sex filled Maria's mind with desire.  She  ran her  
hands  slowly over the smooth contours of  Cinnamon's  body, feeling  the  
silky smoothness of the blonde's skin. A  low  moan escaped  from  deep in 
Cinnamon's throat as  Maria's  soft  hands cupped  her full breasts.  
Cinnamon felt the wetness in her  cunt begin  to  build into the wet heat 
that had  become  so  familiar since she had been abducted. She gave 
herself up to the  pleasure as her lover slowly explored her, stroking her 
hair, kneading her tingling  tits,  stroking  the sides of  her  thighs  
and  gently tugging the slippery lips of her sex.  The sensations filled  
her with desire as she writhed in response to Maria's erotic touch.
     Maria's  long hair swept over Cinnamon's thighs as the  dark skinned 
girl slipped her fingers gently into Cinnamon's  wetness. Cinnamonccouldn't 
control her body any longer.  She was writhing, thrusting  herself  onto  
the pleasure as  the  talented  fingers sought  out  her most secret 
places. The succulent mouth  of  the dark girl licked the skin of her 
smooth curves making little arcs of pleasure as they roamed over her body. 
Cinnamon felt the waves beginning  to sweep over her just as Maria lowered 
her  head  and pulled her nether lips into the heat of her mouth.  Cinnamon  
was whimpering with pleasure as Maria finally brought her mouth  onto the  
very  center  of her desire and gently pulled  it  into  her licentious 
lips.
     Cinnamon  lost  all  control, she  was  moaning,  screaming, writhing, 
thrusting herself up into the mouth of her lover as the talented  fingers  
probed  and  stroked  her  interior   pleasure centers. "Oh.. Oh.. Oh.. My 
God... Oh... Ooooooooh!" She screamed over   and   over  as  the  waves  of  
orgasm  swept   her   into semi-consciousness. Through the post-orgasmic 
fog, she felt  soft lips on hers and tasted the sweetness of her sex on 
Maria's face.