"Ignore" you, pet? I couldn't if I wanted to! Trust me on this one, sweetheart, not if my very life depended upon it!

Right now, before I write anymore, I want you to strip for me, v- Remember, you are to be completely naked, at all times, when we are "together."

Now, with that out of the way, we can continue...

I hope that you got the toy I asked you to buy. I hope you didn't disappoint me already. I don't want to be disappointed in you, my pet, ever. For, when that happens, My mood can change from one of peaceful contentment to one of rage, depending on the offence. This offence would not render Me livid with blinding rage but it could leave you with welts on your bottom from the riding crop! Or, worse yet, I might have to ignore you until you have complied with My wishes. And I reeeally don't want to ignore you as, that would hurt Me more than it might you.

When you and I are together, v, there are no "others." I will devote all My attention to you. So don't concern yourself with any other notions. I will also require you to devote yourself to Me, completely. Mind, body, at least. You should keep your spirit, unless you really want to loan that to me at those times, in which case I'll be very gentle with it until you ask for it back. (I don't mess around with "souls," too much anymore. There was just too much fuss with God and the Angels in the past. )

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Here's a fantasy for you to ponder, my pet:

There's a hurricane blowing outside so nothing and no one are going anywhere.

We have just awakened from a well-deserved sleep after being up for much of the night, making love. You run to the kitchen to fix a small brunch to keep our energy up. Because of the storm outside, there's nothing else to do, so we might as well spend the day fooling around, I tell you with a mischievous grin on my face.

Just then, I get a whiff of something stinky. Sniffing around, I realize the smell is Me and I excuse myself to go take a shower, leaving you in the kitchen. I run and take a quick, 5-minute shower and afterward, turn the water off and wrap a towel around my head and walk out of the bathroom, dripping wet. Sneaking into the kitchen, I see you with your back to me, still working on our meal. I tiptoe up to you and startle you, rubbing My dripping-wet body on your nude backside; tickling your warm, dry back with my hairy, wet chest.

You jump, startled again, by the feel of my wet, erect penis accidentally nudging the cleft between your buttocks as if my manhood has a mind of its own, wanting to return to its favorite place in the world, the same place where it had spent much of our previous night of wild, loving sex. But I will it to refrain because I remember how sensitive your anus gets after you've let Me fuck it raw.

So, instead, I reach around your nude body and gently grab onto your soft nipples, stretching them and electrifying your nervous system in the process. I listen as you have a mini-orgasm in front of me. I let go of your hard, taught nipples, reluctantly, to hold you up as your knees go weak. I can feel My dick get harder as the smell of your sex permeates the air in the kitchen, overpowering the odor of the fresh fruit you'd been dicing for our salad and the fresh-cut flowers that lie in the vase on the counter next to the sink.

I grab you by the hips, spin you around, pick you up and place your ass down on the counter in front of me. Prying your legs apart and spreading them, almost painfully, I reach into the salad bowl for a big slice of my favorite fruit: a mango. Taking the sweet treat in hand, I place it on your pussy lips, which have slightly parted already and begun to leak with your own lubrication. Rubbing the mango all over the labia makes them glisten even more. And the smell --- Ohhh, the delightful smell of your pussy mixed with the mango is intoxicating.

I then take the slice of mango and push it deeply into your tight, wet slit, listening to it squish around and, feeling the sloppiness drip down my wrist, I stick out my tongue to taste the sweet nectar dripping from your center, licking every trace of the juices from your pubic region... Mmmmmmm, my two favorite flavors in the world – mango and sweet, sweet pussy! Both mixed together, no less! You feel Me groan as the vibrations from My throat send shivers from your pussy to your brain and back again. I haven't even touched your clitoris yet and already you're coming as if a spigot has been turned on inside your orifice!

Just then, I dart My tongue inside your fiery hole, and search for the fruit slice embedded within. Finding it, I wrap My tongue around it and pull it out -- agonizingly slowly -- biting off small chunks as I pull out more and more. The feelings this is causing must be indescribably delicious because I can feel your body spasm as each inch is taken from your lusciously wet cunt! I cannot get over how wet you are, or how enjoyable this fruit tastes! It's enough to satiate even MY legendary sweet tooth! Your vagina is now positively syrupy as you orgasm begins in earnest. So, rather than just let it come unaided, I decide to give it a little motivation. I pull out the very last bite of mango, swallowing it whole and shove my tongue as deeply as it will go, into your vagina! I then take a deep breath through My nose, taking the aromas into my olfactory nodes, and then brush My nose against your exposed, swollen clitoris. This action sends you over the edge, into a screaming orgasm! I hold onto your hips, holding you down as you buck wildly underneath My face on the countertop, there, in the kitchen! With your legs flailing wildly, it's all I can do to keep you from flipping Me onto the linoleum-tiled floor but I manage to subdue you with My greater weight.

I wait for your climax to subside and, when it does, you look down and see My painfully erect cock pointing upward, toward your burning, twitching, still-spasming pussy. Instinctively, you slide off the counter, leaving a thin layer of pussy juices on the counter and, getting on your hands and knees, assume your rightful, submissive posture.

"Please, Master, please fuck me. i hope You will use my body as You see fit," you say, looking back, over your shoulder. I say, "What the fuck!" and get down on my knees and place my hard on at the opening of your slick cunt. Ohhhh, this gonna be fun, I think to myself.

So I grab onto your long mane of hair and plunge My hard-as-granite shaft deep inside your steaming hole, to the hilt, eliciting a squeal from you. But I'm so far beyond caring about your pleasure anymore, dear girl. No, the higher functions of My brain have been shut off and I'm running on total Automatic Pilot, now!

Your juices are pouring out of you again, dripping down both our thighs to form little puddles on the tile floor. But, again, we are both so far beyond the point of caring now that if the roof fell down around our ears, we wouldn't realize it.

Your orgasm hits you first as juices begin to fly out of your sloppy, squelching vagina. Your pussy walls begin to spasm around My penis, causing My orgasm to erupt from My balls and through My cock right into your hot womb! We BOTH feel My sperm shooting into your vaginal canal, filling up spaces that nature had left a vacuum after I had sucked them dry.

You scream when I slap your buttocks, spanking it red, leaving My handprint, just to add a slight amount of pain to your pleasure thresh hold. I slap the other cheek and you cum again, massaging my ultra-sensitive penis as it's still deeply embedded inside your vagina! I slide my finger up your still-distended (from last night's marathon ass-fuck) anus and your orgasm is extended for another minute! I just love watching your whole bod twitch from orgasm. I especially love feeling your smooth, hairless labia grasping and clenching on my cock when it's buried deep inside you! "Ohhhhh, v, my sweet, sweet, play toy! I will never tire of servicing your body, dear girl! Never!" I say, out loud.

Feeling my erection as hard as it was when I first penetrated your tight cunt, only an hour ago, I pull out and spin you around and force my dick down your throat, so you can taste the combined flavors of today's loving. I ask you how it tastes: The mango mixed with your pussy and My cum!

"Mmmmmmm," is all you say as you suck the head of My cock deeply into your throat. You look up, into my eyes just as I start shooting My last load for the day into your throat!

I pull my withered penis from between your crimson lips, leaving a trail of cum and spit on your cheek. I order you to leave it there. It looks interesting, erotic, sexy, I tell you.

Just then, we hear a knock at the front door! It's My friends and a few business associates, have unexpectedly come to join us for a late lunch. I quickly run into the bathroom down the hall and grab My robe. I let my friends in and invite them into the kitchen where you are now standing at the counter again, still naked, preparing a lovely meal fit for a King or, at least, one your Master and his friends will enjoy.

And no one else but Me notices the trail of cum dripping down your inner thigh. Well, no one except you, that is…

Chapter 1

The secluded hilltop villa overlooking the Roman port of Ostia was almost silent except for the sound of Casio's soft leather whip striking the pliant ass cheeks of a newly acquired slave girl. The cause of the unscheduled punishment was that she had inadvertently backwashed some of his cum onto his bush instead of holding it in her mouth until she was told to swallow. And though she nervously attempted to lap the sperm off her new master's bush before he could notice her mistake, he had already grabbed the whip resting along side his opulent couch and struck her firmly across her beautiful ass as she knelt, causing her to forget the rule of silence and cry aloud.

"You are to always have every drop of my cum in your mouth with a few moments after my climax unless told differently, do you understand?"

"Yes, my master. Please forgive me", she said meekly in Latin with a slight Spanish accent

"Even if I discharge my load on your belly or tits, on your lovely ass or pussy or even on the ground , you are to gather up my release and place it in your mouth as quickly as possible. Do you understand? If I think you are not quick enough, this will be your punishment and worse."

The newly acquired slave girl endured the light flogging with considerable grace, never breaking her position in front of the now- standing Casio who realized her novice rank within his vast holdings of women slaves and stopped before really bruising her radiant skin any more than necessary. Once she realized the punishment had really ceased, the lightly sobbing twenty year old quickly returned to the standard presentation position used at the Casio villa by all kneeling submissives: Her hands were placed under her breasts in a cupping manner, nipples exposed, and her lips pursed as if ready to gently give a soft kiss, as she did when her new master came in front of her and placed his softening cock close enough for her to kiss the crown of it several times in a show of her subservience to him or any other master he so chose to give or sell her to in the future

After he made his demands known and punished her a bit, Casio wasn't interested in her ministrations any more and rang for Verna to come into the room and lead the newbie out by a long leash that Verna attached to the exhausted slave's pert nipples. Casio ordered Verna to go to his office area on the other side of the vast villa after she secured her beautiful charge to her bed in the novice slaves' sleeping quarters located next to the chariot stables across the courtyard patio with its exquisite marble floors and statuary. Verna was a trusted administrator of Casio's numerous slave holdings in Rome and in the provinces ofthe Empire that stretched from the northern coasts of Britannia, Gaul and Scandia to the Moorish deserts and Egyptian pyramids in the south, extending eastward to the Middle East, the Turkish and Armenian borders and beyond .

Casio was one of the wealthiest men in the Empire, with incredible villas in Rome, Capri and Ostia, the main seaport for his slave trade. He became a man of power and wealth by specializing only in female slaves of great beauty, talent and charm who were designated as vernas, females who were the offspring of other female slaves born within the Empire over several generations. Unlike newly captured or kidnapped females, these slaves grew up in a Roman house hold. They were regular servants in the fields or vineyards or kitchens and, because of their potential as pleasure slaves, a number of the more attractive generational female slaves were given some sexual training at the age of seventeen or older. These hand-chosen young beauties were put on track to be groomed into the rewarding Roman world of pleasure slaves to the emperor, his debauched court, as well as generals, tribunes and the wealthy throughout the Roman Empire. Once chosen by a provincial committee near their family's household, these incredible beauties, upon agreement from the verna herself or her family elders, went into training in her province to prepare for the annual Verna Pageant held in a small amphitheater in Rome next to the Coliseum on midsummer evening. It was an honor to participate, and the reward of being chosen to do so usually freed the female slave and sometimes her entire family from servitude and placed them in Roman society as citizens sans slavery. The Pageant was not unlike our modern beauty contests except for the blatant emphasis on the sexual prowess of the slave woman on display at the event that had a limited audience of elite society and visiting dignitaries from the far corners of the Roman Empire in the time of Tiberius. All of the women carried the name of Verna to designate their rank. If a household or property had more than one or two second or third generation vernas, their first name was used to separate one from the other, and the first name almost always beginning with a V.



Chapter 2

On the Roman galley ships docked at the port of Ostia below Casio's villa were two dozen vernas waiting to disembark, one ship with a bevy of a dozen beautiful females from the northern provinces, mostly fair-skinned blondes and brunnets and a redhead or two. The other arriving boat held excited contestants from the east, from Egypt, the lands south of it like Turkey and the provinces of Greece, Syria and Lebanon. Most of these lovelies were smaller, darker beauties with black hair and of more exotic sexual traditions than say, the taller women from the barbaric lands of Gaul or Britannia. One thing they all already shared, however, was a small tattooed V at the hairline in the back of their sensuous necks . Any Roman who was aware of its meaning upon lifting the long hair the slave's back would know her as a verna, a status much higher than the typical Roman slave girl, as beautiful as a common slave girl may be. The verna ranking protected the slave girl from a random rape or an abuse unless permission was given by her master's household. Indeed, once a verna was designated as Pageant quality, she was treated with great respect because a win by her would elevate the household, indeed the province, and gave officials a great sense of local pride. Some winners returned to their homeland after spending the proscribed two year contract to be enslaved in Rome by her temporary master who wins her services by a lottery run by the Emperor himself, if he chooses not the own her services exclusively. The lottery is very expensive to participate in and only the wealthiest men or couples attempt to win completely the sole submissive services of the Verna Midsummer Pageant winner. Many times, a betting pool was formed and if the lottery was won by the participants, they doled out the time share of the Pageant slave according to the money each invested.

The women who are generational slave girls and who are not selected into the top two runners up usually return to their local towns and are quickly auctioned or married off to some local official or businessman, usually finding themselves in a much better social position in their province due to having been chosen to try for the event in Rome. Sometimes, a benevolent governor would free her and her entire bloodline because of the honor she had brought to his province. The women who are runner ups usually were auctioned off at a private sale for a one year enslavement in Rome. The bidding was fierce and usually the second and third place vernas fetched the highest pleasure slave prices in the Empire.

To become a contestant was almost every attractive vernas' dream though only one was chosen to represent the entire Roman province each year. Once chosen, the training period in Rome was intense. Many of these stunning lovelies had led sheltered lives, maybe some were just recently introduced into sex by a master or his teenage son. Rarely did she have any experience in pleasuring another woman, much less participating in an orgy of any size that the Romans were famous for. She would have to be trained in the subtleties of worshipping cock, perhaps two or three at a time, or kissing and tonguing Roman ladies of the Imperial Court, women jaded and demanding of sexual perfection. The Pageant contestants on the docking galley ship would soon know how difficult their training under the whip and the dildo would become once locked behind the gates of Casio's compound.

Chapter 3

Verna waited a long time on her knees in the corner of Casio's office, as she had done many times in the past ten years She herself had won the Midsummer Verna Pageant a decade ago and Casio could not bear to give her up once he had trained the gorgeous Syrian to such sexual perfection that the Emperor himself almost demanded the slave trader Casio relinquish her to him or face exile. Finally, Tiberius' wife saw the risk of having such a goddess too intimate with her husband and demanded that he not have her as part of his concubine property. Casio negotiated with Tiberius to have the elegant woman secretly delivered to Tiberius' summer villa in Capri when the Empress wasn't in residence in exchange for sole rights to options on all verna slave girls in the Empire. Tiberius agreed and enjoyed Casio's Verna on every occasion possible. Eventually, newer, younger and more perversely trained females caught the Emperor's fancy and Casio kept his prize beauty solely for himself though he rarely used her sexually anymore, preferring exclusively nubile black women slaves from the Africa's as sexual diversions as he became more jaded. Sometimes he would call Verna in to prepare him and his ebony beauties with her tongue and fingers, but rarely did he penetrate her pussy or ass anymore, thinking of her as more a platonic business associate than a plaything.

When Casio arrived in the office carrying various scrolls under both arms, he scarcely acknowledged the kneeling woman's presence until minutes later, though any other man would have gazed down upon the forty year old beauty in her breast-holding, knees - apart position and become hopelessly erect with the thought of just touching her long-stemmed nipples or kissing her pouting lips.

"Have the galley ships been unloaded yet? Are the contestants being cleansed and groomed at our holding area on the pier? When will they be brought up here to the villa to begin their training?"

Casio was impatient for answers. Verna knelt nervously and told her master that both ships were docked but behind schedule. The incoming slave girls were still shackled to their oars and not washed and groomed and in need of an extra period of time for the servants to bathe and groom each woman to the standards that Casio was used to having upon arrival at the Villa's gates.

"Is Geius still insisting that the vernas come into the harbor at the oars? I told him to stop this foolish display and have the male galley slaves continue their rowing as usual and save the precious time that we need here for training the contestants!"

Verna was miffed. He knew that his partner Geius loved theater as much as any Roman. He loved to have the spectators who were waiting at the docks believe that he would really use these naked lovelies to row, subjecting them to the whip if they weren't up to par when, in fact, each woman was pampered aboard ship with attendant slaves of their own in waiting to groom and spoil them in every way possible. Yet, the Romans who gathered every June on the piers to catch a first glimpse at this season's bevy of female vernas always demanded that the women disembark with sweat dripping from their bare breasts and their necks chained , wearing a copper sign across their pert busts stating their name and province of origin. Geius never disappointed them, even though he knew that Casio would give him a lecture about time and money. For this reason Geius was well thought of while Casio was portrayed as a cold and even a homosexual prig on the streets of Rome. Geius understood the need of the average Roman for circus while his partner only despised the hordes of voyeurs at the dock as rabble.

After Verna was dismissed, Casio decided to take a chariot to the docks down below the cliffs of his villa and meet up with his partner and give him a piece of his mind. He arrived just in time to see Geius, in all his armor and regalia step up to the bow to address to crowd milling around on the pier :

"Gentleman and dear ladies of Rome, I have with me this year's

Midsummer Verna Pageant contestants awaiting your approval.

However, this season's females will be marched on display in a different fashion than from past years. I've decided to have each verna disembark in full flowing white dresses, with only their lovely breasts and full asses exposed for your approval but nothing else. Each slave's face will be covered up to the eyes, as we sometimes see in the barbaric lands of the desert areas. If you pay to come to the Julius Amphitheater in ten days on midsummer, you will experience thrills and lusty desires beyond belief! Until then, I give you this years tits and asses, beginning with the most petite of beauties to the most buxom. Enjoy!"

Half the crowd booed while the other half cheered. Seeing just the exposed privates (excluding the hidden pussy) seemed more perverse to some of the men the and couples than witnessing the same nudity that they could see at any bath or bordello or in their own household after they put their children to bed. Casio was surprised and pleasantly shocked. His old partner had learned how to sell the sizzle rather than the whole piece of meat! He smiled to himself: "When this gets to Rome, more admission tickets will be sold than ever before! Perhaps I should arrange for a bigger venue this year."

He was a happy man.

Chapter 4

All twenty-four beauties knelt silently on the cobblestone road at the foot of the massive iron gate that surrounded the villa. Geius had lined them up in two rows of twelve. Each one wore the same skimpy loincloth tucked in at the front while the slave girl's ass crack was the only partly covered in the rear. They were topless and their hair groomed in the Roman beehive style of the day, exposing the tattooed V inked at the hairline of their graceful necks. On the left side of the closed gate were the beauties from the northern and western sectors of the Empire. On the right, the eastern and southern entries nervously knelt, their hands cupping the undersides of their offered breasts and their eyes staring down at their pierced navels, each with a ring holding a brass tag stating her V name and province of origin. A light wind was blowing around them when they heard two Nubian slaves push open the gates leading into the inner road of the villa. The men were massive and almost nude except for sandals and a narrow g string that hardly held in their members. Suddenly, they heard a chariot and several wagons coming towards them. On a silver-plated chariot was Casio and his Verna, both fully dressed and carrying short multi-tong whips. When they dismounted, everything was silent again except for the wind in the kneeling slaves' hair.

"Hail Casio!", Geius shouted as Casio walked towards his partner. Verna remained next to the chariot with the driver.

"Hail, Geius!"

They embraced for moment then both walked toward the two lines of nervous females kneeling as perfectly upright and still as possible as the men slowly perused at each slave and then moved to the next.

"They're stunning, Geius!" Casio finally whispered to his cohort.

"Do you have all their papers in order?"

"Of course."

"Good. Remember last year. A runner-up was later found to not be a genuine generational girl and we almost lost our slave importing license. It took three of my best pleasure slaves to convince Caesar not to ban us from dealing. We need to be careful."

The kneeling vernas were told to stand and place their manicured fingers on their copper collars. Quickly, the Nubian

eunuchs attached the wrists of each girl to the rings of the collar, then proceeded to run a length of chain back to front to each female in the coffle until all were locked in place. A petite young woman with a full bust yet tiny long-stemmed nipples led the line. Next to her was a somewhat taller Egyptian with smaller tits but a superb complexion and rather fetching

pair of lips. Then came a Turkish delight, lighter-skinned verna with a lovely full ass and perky small breasts with inverted nipples. And so on.

The contingent from the north and west was led by a very short but frisky looking Franc named Valois, her boyishly short hair accentuating a pair of mesmerizing brown eyes. She smiled when she heard to clicking of the chain upon her lovely neck.

Then, there was Vian, a feisty Scots woman with flaming red hair and a matching pubic patch, freckles on her fair chest and a pair of oversized nipples. The governor who sent her was hoping that her exotic coloring and skin tone would be a hit with the Pageant judges in Rome. She herself looked as if it wasn't her idea to be involved. When Verna spotted her among the more enthusiastic slave girls. she knew that Vian might be trouble.

Finally, there were the four very tall long legged Nordics at the end of the coffle, their hair up as styled but massive and thick,their bushes natural and breasts tending towards too much flesh, yet solid looking and proud. Last year's Pageant winner, Vinta, was from the far north. Her large, cunning green eyes were like a Indian tigress and her full pouting lips were complimented by a very trained and talented tongue that brought the crowd to their feet. During one of the various contests in the amphitheater, she put on a show as she quickly dispatched seven naked gladiators in a row with that tongue and mouth of hers, leaving the other five vernas in the competition to suck and lick for minutes after she had already climaxed the men in half the time, reveling on her knees at the cheers of the audience and judges as the auburn -haired nymph joyously finger- fucked herself before the crowd. The common service slaves who were brought to the event by their master or mistress to pleasure them while they were in audience tried to duplicate her performance that night, but ended up getting a good front flogging for their inability to do so. Vinta won easily over the second and third placed submissives, a sensuous full-figured Slav named Vaca and a lovely young Nubian girl with conical tits and a high ass name Vanda.

Chapter 5

Once inside the gates of the compound, the first order of the day was for each verna to meet with Casio or Geius or Verna and have them decide how to trim each slave girl's pubic area. Some women were fine with their natural look while others needed some changing or a complete shaving. Tables were arranged in the grooming hall and service slaves were on hand to take orders from their masters or Verna. She decided to leave the Scot's woman's wild flame-red bush natural but decided to completely shave the short haired Lebanonese girl's pussy so that she seemed even more boyish, a look that some masters and their wives especially like if the wife enjoyed being doggy fucked with a harness dildo by another women, avoiding an unwanted pregnancy or, if the husband had a penchant for young males but still enjoyed finishing inside a female.

Once all the entries were shaven and given an olive oil enema , the group was given a free afternoon at the baths to relax and ready themselves for the first round of try-outs and inspections. Many were anxious, and though they were forbidden to speak to one another for the full period of the Pageant, each could see some worry upon one another's faces, though they smiled constantly at the thought of having this unique opportunity to excel in their enslavement, maybe even winning their freedom and the freedom of their family back home.
The first evening at the villa was given out to testing the natural sex drive of each verna at an outdoor orgy that Casio set up by invitation only. Only Roman men and women on an exclusive list were invited, including members of Emperor's inner court and military men and gladiators who had distinguished themselves in battle. Ceasar himself was at his summer villa in Capri. Casio decided to send him several stunning vernas as a gift, drawn by lot. A blonde beauty from Germania, a small Moorish dancer from Carthage and a buxom Greek girl were placed in a wagon bound for Capri, with the agreement that whoever pleased the Emperor the best would be given manumission , a binding contract freeing her and her family from any more slavery. Of course, the vernas were honored and spent their silent time in the escorted wagon devising devilishly wanton sexual ways to please the Emperor and his court.

All the entries realized that only six of them would be going to the actual Pageant in less than two weeks. With three of them now shipped off to Caesar's summer villa at Capri, it gave each aspiring woman about a four-to-one chance to be chosen. This put great pressure on each slave girl to excel and stand out from the rest of the group. Roman elites were already quite jaded. Both men and free Roman women had vast sexual experience and were not to be swayed by a mediocre blow job or somewhat talented tonguing. Variety and spectacle were the rule of the day. The women would be rated on site by the orgy participants. If sexually incompetent or displeasing in any manner or form, the masters and their wives and cohorts were given tags to place on each girl's slave collar. Five demerits and she would be on probation. If, at the next orgy following her training she received just two more tags, she was disqualified and sent back on the next galley to her province. No one wanted to be the first to be dismissed.

After a late dinner on the massive grape-trellised patio, the women were led out into the courtyard and placed standing hand in hand in a circle in the middle of the immense patio. Casio introduced each girl to a round of applause as she knelt down gracefully and ran her fingers through her hair to expose her V and place her forehead upon the lovely outdoor Roman tile work, arm bracelets jingling as she prostrated herself before the still-clothed guests . Each woman wore a very well-tailored short toga, barely covering her recently styled pubic area. Her breasts were wrapped from under so to prop up and present them as an offering to the audience. Lipstick and perfume on each nipple, her pussy lips and her mouth completed her attire. When kneeling in her extended state of submission, the guests could see a dub of probably olive oil on and between each entries' ass cheeks.

After all the vernas were introduced to a round of applause

the musicians began to play their lutes and harps as each girl fanned out on the mosaic tiles, still on their hands and knees, led by Verna to an awaiting couch area. She was dressed exquisitely in a long Greek toga with her nipples peeping through the sheer fabric. With make up on and her lush Syrian hair combed to perfection, many of the men waiting for their slave girl contestant to arrive at his couch wished that they could possess her as they would soon have the novices at their bidden. Her poise and grace made her almost too breath-taking to look at.

Verna returned to the raised dais where Casio and Geius were lounging with their entourage and knelt solemnly in front of both men and softly began sucking on each masters' erection as they watched Pageant entries being fondled and used by the men and women at the affair, moans and small cries of climaxing filling the early summer's night air.

"Shall I continue, my masters?", Verna said softly looking up at the two men. The answer came in a gesture as both men placed their stiffness in her awaiting mouth at the same moment.

By the early hours, there were still about a dozen drunken or half-dozing partyers still with enough strength to try one more orgasm. One comely Roman matron seemed fast asleep as a young Turkish verna slave kept lapping at the older woman's sex, too afraid to cease without a direct order. Her collar showed five demerits inflicted upon her for some infraction or whim of a male or female guest. Her ass was red with whip marks as were her over-sized tits. Apparently, she was having a bad night.

Earlier in the evening, a competing verna was directly dismissed by Geius after a cat fight broke out between her and another eager slave over who was going to tongue a male teenager's ass. The young man was wading in one of the lovely mosaic pools surrounding the villa's patio, and when he got out, he came up to a gorgeous blonde Nordic and a small but stunning Spaniard and asked them to dry him off. Both girls stopped eating each other's cum-soaked clits and quickly found towels and began to dry the handsome young Roman when he stated that they should really use just their tongues and lips to blow dry his entire body. The small Spaniard quickly started to blow the boy's erection and balls from under while the tall blond was stuck with blowing on his ass hole and lower back. When he pushed the blonde's lovely face into his crack, she refused to go on, arguing with the Spanish girl in broken Latin that the Spaniard usurped the Nordic girl's positioning. The blonde tried to continue the cock sucking job that the other started, but the temper of the fiery Spaniard got the best of her and a cat fight broke out.

At first, a cluster of naked men enjoyed the sight of two wonderfully gorgeous slaves pulling on each other hair and biting at each other's breasts and neck. When Geius arrived, he quickly broke up the fight and decided to have both girls have a shot at tonguing the young man's asshole. The boy was delighted. The Spaniard had no trouble lapping at the orifice, sticking her lovely face into his crack, pulling back the young man's long cock between his muscular thighs and eagerly sucking on it from the rear as the other men cheered her on. When it came the German's turn, she tried but could not place her tongue in his asshole. Immediately, Geius lifted the failed girl from the lawn and brought her to a marble column that had iron cuffs dangling. He adjusted the chain and placed the tall lanky blonde on her tiptoes facing the column. He handed his quirt to the other woman and ordered her to give a good sound whipping to the other verna's glorious backside, which she did with great relish. After she was told to desist, Verna walked over to the sobbing Nordic and pushed an oiled dildo up her ass. The thick dildo had a copper tag placed on it with the word "Dismissed" written on it. In the morning, she was gone on the next galley going north, her beautifully perspiring body seated at an oar and the whip master egging her on with continuous strokes of his whip. It would be a long trip for her back to her province.

Chapter 6

The Julius Amphitheater was filled to capacity, just as Casio had hoped. Tickets were being scalped for many times their original price of admission. It was a perfect early summer sunset and a cool breeze pleased the spectators who were lucky to get a ticket.

The first competition had thirty-six slightly-built charioteers standing on their vehicle's platform, a long shield in hand and each helmeted horseman naked from the bottom down. There was a glory hole in each silver plated shield and each driver had his member peeping through the hole. In front of each set of six charioteers was a naked verna, her hands tied behind her back and her entire body oiled. A small dildo peeped out from between her ass cheeks. The contestants were standing at the left of the line of drivers. When Casio gave the order, each verna was to suck off the cock in front of her as quickly as possible. No hand jobs were allowed. After he came in her mouth, the submissive was to spit the jism into a silver chalice as the charioteer turned and rode out of the theater. The last slave girl left sucking on an unsatisfied cock was out the contest and sent to the gladiators' quarters for the night before shipped home.

The new pleasure slaves worked each cock as quickly as they could without the assistance of their hands or breasts. As they bent to the task the crowd roared, placing side bets on who would be the last to finish the task. If a dildo slipped out from between a slave girl ass cheeks, the slave had to endure a whip wielded by Verna as the slave tried to finish off her man and move on. If she should display any reluctance to Verna's ass flogging, Verna would ass fuck her from behind with a long dildo that she wore for the pleasure of the cheering crowd.

It was the boyish verna Valois who easily won the contest, finishing as the other five were still licking and sucking for all their worth. A local verna from Sicily finished last, leaving a lone charioteer in the center of the amphitheater. When he finally gave it up, the crowd went wild. The exhausted and sweating slave girl lifted her chalice and drank the libation but it was too little too late. She spent her last night in Rome in the dark torch-lit dungeon under the nearby Coliseum, a prize for any gladiator who won their afternoon fight in the arena above.

Chapter 7

There were only three vernas left: a Celtic nymph with an exquisite figure and a bi-sexual appetite for cock and cunt. An olive-skinned Mesopotamian big-busted beauty with a small waist and full luscious black hair, and Valois, the boyish Franc with perky long stemmed nipples and a pussy and asshole that could squeeze and clutch a cock like a hand. Each woman showed great promise, but in differing ways: Geius enjoyed the first verna's passion and ability to be graceful under his whip. He liked the way her milky complexion reddened after an ass or breast spanking. He had her suck off one of the Nubian male guards as he held her upside down, her nicely styled, sparse pubic hair scratching the black man's chin as he nibbled on her extended pussy lips. She was able to keep her throat completely relaxed and suck his ten inch erection right down to the kinky bush. Geius was greatly impressed.

The Arab woman was alluring with her quiet and shy demeanor when not obeying a sexual task. Then, her explosive libido would emerge once penetrated or sucking on cock or pussy. It was breath taking to watch. She belly danced beautifully to Arabic drumming and put on a private show for Casio and his inner circle of male cohorts where she ended her performance writhing on her back on the Persian rug in the center of Casio's private pleasure garden, beckoning the applauding men with elegant hand gestures to encircle her and circle-jerk over her with their stiff cocks while she undulated her broad hips and squeezed her ample brown- nipple breasts to bursting. She eagerly delighted in bathing in their juices until the last man was satiated and her belly, breasts, face and bejeweled navel were covered with hot cum.

Valois was open to anything. She would obey each command to the hilt and than some. Verna enjoyed her sadistic side when given permission to punish an errant slave, either male or female. She relished spanking cock or a pussy. She fucked women like a horny sailor, her thrusts with her harnessed dildo almost orgasmic. Verna thought that she might make a good replacement for herself since the now middle aged slave had been offered manumission by the grateful Casio and Geius. After much discussion, the tribunal chose Valois as Pageant winner. Another Verna was set to rule as mistress of Casio's villa. After the Franc served out her two year agreement with the fortunate winner of the Pageant lottery, Valois would have a choice of either replacing the freed Verna and become the most famous Verna in Rome or return home a freed woman herself. The choice was hers alone to make.

M is standing in front of the bed in a motel room. He is standing before her, naked except for a black blindfold , totally uncertain of what is to happen to him today. V is whispering to him while circling him, slowly, occasionally reaching out and caressing his tense waiting body. He has done what he had to get ready for her, to ease his anxiety about what might be coming.

V whispers to him, slowly, sensuously:

V: Well, my waiting studboy, the time has finally come, and since you've kept me waiting so long ... too long ... I may have to torture you for the teasing you've put me through. Before you say anything, I want you to know that you are not to speak until I ask for a response. You may make sounds like moans , but no speaking unless I have tell you to or speak to your directly. Is that clear?

M: Yes, it is.

V: OK, let's get down to it then, shall we? I'm here to free you, to help you become more sensitive, more sensual, and to understand what your cock has felt like buried in a woman's ass. All that pleasure, you've been giving to women, you need to experience now, take it in, feel it. In the long run, it will make you a much better lover. And it will also get me off , studboy!!!!

V is now behind M and reaches around him with both hands, sliding them over his chest. He feels her skin against his, her breasts pressing against his back, nipples all hard and wanting. She caresses his chest and then grinds her hairless mound against his ass. She slides her hands up to his pecs and stands on her toes to reach his ear. She whispers in his ear as she caresses his nipples, lightly grabbing them,"Mmm, I am so going to love breaking you in, my sweet lover."

Her touch on his nipples send through his body a mild electric shock which makes him involuntarily push his naked ass into her hips. He's not entirely sure what she means, what she wants from him ultimately, but her lush body and soft sensual exciting touch have him humming to himself already, awaiting the unknown.

V: OK baby lover. Lay back onto the bed. Give yourself over to me. You are now my little bitch. When I'm done with you, you'll have done things you never dreamt you could, but always knew deep down inside that you wanted.

With that, V lays M back onto the bed and onto the soft pillows.

She whispers, with a harsher tone in her voice,

V: Put your hands over your head on the pillow and don't move them until I tell you to, my little cumslut.

She slides down his body, her lips, a light and gentle tease on him, just passing over his lips. Each time he tries to reciprocate, to kiss her back, she pulls back.

V: Oh no, my cumslut. You are not allowed to do anything unless you are asked to. So stay still!

He lies there, blindfolded, his body starting to twitch in places with the unknown. She slides downward with her nipples grazing his body, her lips making a trail down his abdomen , going towards his throbbing cock, and yet missing it, teasing it, making it all the harder. She moves until she is straddling his waist, her wet pussy just above him. He loves her scent. She has a small crop in her hand , but he doesn't know that. He feels something flutter over his nipples.

V: I know you want me to caress your nipples. You are so turned on when they are played with, aren't you , my little slut? You may beg your mistress to do so...now.

M: Please mistress. Touch my nipples. Please give them pleasure. I beg you. You know I need that, I crave it.

V: You want to be my bitch baby, don't you? Still straddling M, V slides the whip tether ends up and down his chest, she pushes the whip end into his nipple, jiggling it some, making the nipple all hard and tight. He moans in pleasure. She moves to his other nipple. The pressure makes his cock strain, full of cum , just wanting to spurt. Pre cum drips from the tip.

V: You want to feel them in my mouth don't you, your hard little nips, tucked between my lips and tongue? Beg me for that.

M: You know I do mistress. Please, please take my wanting nipple. Please suck it, please!

But V then moves her hips back, sliding her hot, wet pussy down his stomach, and she parts M's legs, crouching between them, her heat at his balls, her fingers start to play.

V: Oh, you have such nice, hard little nips now. They need your mistress's attention, don't they, my little bitch??

V then leans forward and kisses one nipple, while continuing to pinch and twist gently on the other one. She kisses it first, then sucks it between her lips, applying suction to it. Once she has a good hold on it, she takes it between her teeth, gently at first, and then applies pressure, biting it slightly less than gently. His cock throbs with each pull.

V: That is good, baby bitch. Oh, we're going to have such good fun with those little pleasure buttons of yours, controlling you with them.

V then slides down, licking M's chest lightly along the way. She takes his hard cock in her hand, rubs the precum over her lips and makes a growling sound in the direction of M's blindfolded face. She then takes the head of his cock between her lips, letting it rest there for a minute , feeling it jump a bit then slides down the length of it.

M gasps at the sudden feelings of warmth and wetness surrounding his cock. V loves sucking on a cock that's sooo hard, so she can make it harder and ready to burst with her expert mouth. She pulls the entire cock into her mouth and as it grows even bigger, she relaxes her throat and takes it in.

M groans and gasps. As if to make the pleasure more unbearable, V reaches up with both hands and resumes pinching and slowly twisting M's nipples. He is in heaven.

M feels one of V's hands leave his wanting excited nipple. Her hand gently plays with his ball sac and holds his balls, fondling them gently. She then slides her fingers lower. His knees go up almost involuntarily. He wants this, knows what is coming but is a little fearful still. Before he can even make a sound, he feels the tip of her lubed finger caressing his ass, rubbing it gently. He is almost twitching, it feels so hot and new to him.

She plays with the outside of his tight hole for some time, slipping her finger in a little occasionally but really taking her time to lube up his ass and get it ready for more. That feeling was is delicious, he doesn't have the presence of mind to feel anything but excited about the fact that her finger is now sliding all the way into his tight asshole.

V: (moaning in pleasure) Oh yes, my sweet lover. You are loving this, aren't you? You want me to put it all of the way in your ass? Ask me for it now, my hot little bitch.

M starts squirming it feels so good. He doesn't know what he wants at this point.

M: Yes Mistress. Please give me what I want. Please fuck my ass with your fingers!

He doesn't even think about asking for this, and yet he knows with certainty that he wants it, he wants to feel it. She slips her finger all the way in his ass now, almost plunging the lubed finger in, then she stops and wriggles the tip against what he doesn't realize is the button of his prostate gland. He has never felt that sensation before and he is almost crying out now, it is so intense and such pure pleasure.

M feels V's finger withdraw a little bit, but then he feels it joined by another. V slides in two fingers now. His ass initially resists this new intrusion but he now knows he wants more.

V: You want me in your ass, don't you my little cumslut?

M sighs and V can feel his ass open up a bit.

M: Yes mistress. I will do whatever you desire....and I will desire it too.

V: Oh yeah, now you're learning. Yes, that's it, just relax it and let me slide my fingers in and give you nothing but pleasure.

Once she feels M's ass open up and relax all the way, she continues to make him moan with her fingers, the stroking almost like a little cock in his ass. She then bends and takes his cock in her mouth again. This is almost unbearable as his cock jerks in her mouth, wanting to spurt his load in her mouth. But he holds back.

She moves her hand over to her toy bag on the nightstand and she pulls out a red buttplug. She adds lube to it and he waits for the small dildo. As she rubs the plug on his ass, it starts to slide in. It is getting wider the farther she pushes it and he loves it.

V: You want this don't you baby? Tell your mistress how good it is.

M: I do, Mistress. I do want whatever you can do to my ass.

All of a sudden, his ass contracts around a smaller part of the object and M realizes V has inserted the butt plug fully in his ass. V resumes sucking him and reaches up to play with his nipples again.

He is so close to cumming.

V gets him up, guides M to a standing position a few feet away from the end of the bed, with him kneeling over it, butt plug still in his ass.

V: Tell me how it feels. Oh wait, just looking at your throbbing hard-on I can tell it feels good. And it looks so fucking hot to see that plug all the way in your ass. Time for you to do some work.

V then pulls M back up onto the bed on his all fours and guides him to her nipples .

V: Let's see how good your tongues is lover. Mmm, yes, suck my sweet nipples. Yes, that's nice. Oh, that's nice the way you're teasing my nipples. . They're soo nice and hard for you. . Mmm, now bite it very gently. Mmmm, you take direction so well , my little bitch.

V then puts one hand the top of M's head and pushes him downward. Once his still-blindfolded face reaches her smooth pussy, she brings his head down. He can smell her sweet pussy juices, and wants to lick her tastycake.

V: Do you want to eat my pussy?

He does and begins to move up to her treasure, guided by her sure grip in his hair.

V: Mmm, yes, that's nice. Do you like how smooth my pussy is for you?

Before M can answer, V pulls his face harder to her soft wet pussy and grabs the back of his head, bringing him into her more. He laps up her juices like an eager boy, then wants to taste more of her so slides down her pussy, lower, lower. She opens up her legs more for him as he plunges lower still.

. V: Yes! That's so hot baby. Oh yes, stick your tongue in there, that's right, fuck my asshole with your tongue!!!

He brings his tongue back into her pussy. It's so nice and wet now. H e continues to lap up her juices, while putting his tongue on her clit then using a vibrating motion of his tongue to make her squirm, more and more. M then takes a little initiative of his own and slips 2 fingers into her pussy until her finds her G-spot while he continues to lick and nibble on her clit.

V is practically growling now with the oncoming orgasm.

V: Oh ... I'm ... going ...to... cum!

He slides a finger into her ass as his other finger slides back into her pussy.

V: Oh my God YES!

V pulls his head into her pussy so hard he knows his lips will be bruised. V's body bucks and shakes. He loves it so much he can feel his hard cock twitching, wishing it were in one of her two pulsating holes.

After her waves of orgasm subside, V gets up from the bed. She then comes back and scoots up between M's legs. M places his hands above his head on the pillow without having been asked.

V: You're doing well so far. Bring your legs up, I want to check and see how your little ass is doing. Still have that butt plug?

V grabs the base of the plug and wiggles and slides it a bit.

V: Feel good?

As M is about to respond, V sucks his cock into her mouth in one motion, all the way down to the base. He has never had so much of his cock in a woman's mouth before. For all he's heard about deep throat, he never imagined it feeling so great. Just as he feels his cock swelling to even greater hardness, V takes the plug out.

V pushes M 's hips upwards a little and he lifts up. She puts the pillow under his ass. He is wide open for her now. M can't see, but he realizes that V is trying to press some kind of toy into his ass again. He feels it pushing against his hole, and he feels his ass giving way, wanting it in . He takes in a big, deep breath and feels the sturdy strap-on cock enter his ass.

V: This is no wider than the wide part of that plug you had in all this while. You need to take it.

As she says this, she leans towards him and the 7 inch strap-on dildo she has on starts to work its way in and out of M's ass. As he feels her pumping, he realizes what's happening. M is both a little panicked by this as well as excited beyond belief. He knows that for this to succeed, he has to relax. He has counseled so many women to relax in just this sort of circumstance before, but he never had to contemplate doing it himself. Holy shit! I'm getting ass fucked. Holy shit! I'm getting ass fucked. Holy shit! I'm getting ass fucked!

V stops the dildo's forward motion and gives M a chance to get used to the feeling. She then applies very slight but firm pressure forward and as M's ass relaxes, the dildo continues its way in, slow and steady. M groans deeply but he knows this is exactly how he would be doing this if he were the fuckor and not the fuckee. Without thinking, M brings his arms down so he can hold his legs up and give V better access and a better angle.

Once V gets the full 7 inches into M's ass, she holds still for a second to see how M is doing.

V: You're really loving this aren't you my boy? You're turning out to be a natural at this. You don't even have to tell me how much you love this.

V then withdraws a few inches and begins pumping in and out slowly but methodically. Every so often she changes the pace and length of her strokes, and sometimes she rams her cock home very hard. Each time she does, M moans with pleasure begging her not to stop. After a few minutes of fucking, she pushes all the way in and just stops.

V: What's the matter baby? Want some more?

M just nods, but that's not enough for V.

V: Tell me! Tell me what you want.

M: Fuck me! Fuck my ass, oh God, fuck my ass. I love this!

V: That's right, we're turning you into our little ass whore. We're going to make your ass so soft and pliable it will be just like a pussy. And you're going to get so good at this you'll be able to take my bigger cock whenever I want you to. Now you've got to learn some technique. I'm going to pull out a little bit, and when I stop, I want you to tighten your ass around my cock.

V does the same thing again twice more, the second time when just the head of the dildo is in M's ass.

And with a mighty thrust, V pushes the entire strap on dildo all the way back in M's waiting ass. Once in, she holds it hard against his butt cheeks.

M groans in pleasure. V wiggles a little back and forth and M thinks he has died and gone to heaven. No wonder so many of his past lady friends got so hot from ass fucking.

She starts to fuck him soooo hard again and M realizes that she is working towards cumming which makes him soo hot.

V: Yes, that's it my little ass whore, my little bitch. I'm going to fuck you so well, so hard, and so often your asshole is going to turn into MY pussy!!!!!!

And just then V cums, a loud, hard, screaming cum. After her orgasm subsides, she catches her breath and her eyes seem to focus again.

V: You made me cum, you sweet little bitch. I'm going to have to do this to you more often. But now, you have to cum. While I continue to fuck you, I want you to jerk off for me. Pull your cock for me until you shoot. Got it?

As he jerks his hard cock, his breathing begins to deepen and accelerate, V knows he was close.

V: That's it. Cum for me. Cum hard. I want to see you catch all of your hot cum in your hand my cumslut. Do it...now. CUM!

And cum hard he does. He can feel his asshole spasming around her big dildo with each squirt of cum. He catches almost all of it, although some hits him on his stomach and chest.

As soon as he is done, V gives one last, hard thrust way up into M's ass, sort of a good-bye thrust. She then pulls out, slowly and gently. Once she is out of his ass, she quickly sheds her harness and lay down next to the heavily panting M.

V: You know what I want you to do now don't you? Don't you? Come on, you know what I want.

And without being told, M licks up all his own cum. He has never tasted cum before and is shocked at how salty and bitter it is. So this is what he had had so many women consume into whose mouths he had cum before. He even scoops up the cum from his stomach and chest and licks his fingers clean, finding it an erotic turn on, soo hot.

When he is done, V leans over and kissed him hard, her tongue sneaking between his lips so she can taste the remnants of his cum. He loves this. She pulls off his blindfold.

V: My little cumslut, you're a quick learner. You'll do well. Just wait til you see what I have in store for you for our next session.

He is getting a little scared ... and excited just thinking about the possibilities.

I sneak out of bed quietly, still half asleep, my heart beating fast and my cheeks blushing from excitement. Behind the thick curtains, night is slowly changing into morning, but the bedroom is still dark and cosy. I look over my shoulder and see you peacefully asleep, your arm thrown over your face, snoring from time to time quietly, unaware of the surprise I have waiting for you.
I move on to your feet, tie a scarf around each of your ankles and secure them to the end of the bed.

Then slowly I kiss your leg, from tied ankle to knee, across the thigh to the hip bone, gently biting on it as I pass along, up near the navel and to your chest. I kiss and nibble each of your nipples, unhurriedly lick and suck for moment or two, till a shiver runs through you, goose bumps cover your body and I hear you moan and gasp. I kiss you on the lips, whilst swinging and swaying my body from side to side, my tits brushing against your chest, nipples rubbing, smoothing your skin.

I break the kiss and move down your torso again, down the middle of your chest, tummy, to your cock. And back again, my breasts massaging your body with my every move, my lips on every inch of your skin, every sweet corner, kissing, licking, nibbling. I move up again, kiss you on your lips, my tongue invading your mouth, teeth crushing your bottom lip in a long and harsh kiss. I break to catch my breath and see the desire and longing on your handsome face.

I reach to my treasure bag, my breast swinging above your face, your lips trying to latch on to my nipple, your head lifting from the pillow, body straining against the ties. I giggle at your silliness and take a cock ring out of the bag, show it to you, like a trophy held between my fingers, with a wide grin on my face.

"What's that for?" you ask, surprised.

I hush you, ignoring your question, and move myself down your body, my inner thighs rubbing against your hips. My wet, warm pussy sliding across your skin as I wrap my hand around your shaft and slowly lick the tip only, my thumb teasing and rubbing, fingers holding tight and steady.

I lick you a little, with tiny, kitten like licks, flicking my tongue around the top of your cock, teasing and probing. Then I run my tongue around the head and close my lips around it briefly, enough to excite you even more. A few short sucks, tongue rubbing and exploring, then I close my teeth slightly around you and move my head up, letting my teeth comb your sensitive flesh as cock slips out. I slide your cock deep in my mouth, till it fills my throat and I pull out, only to plunge myself forward and take cock deep in, over and over again. After a few moments, when I feel your hips bucking and hear your gasps becoming louder, I suddenly pull your cock out of my mouth and quickly snap the ring around your shaft and balls.

"What is that for?!" you ask again, panic in your husky voice, breathless and gasping for air. I ignore you again and while one of my small hands is stroking your cock up and down, from tip to base, my other hand is getting a bottle of lubricant out of my magic case. I lift bottle high in air, snap the lid open, tilt the bottle upside down and slowly, very slowly squeeze......Shiny gel pours out, runs down through the air and lands with a small splash on your cock... I'm rubbing it all over your erect cock, making sure every inch of the shaft is well covered.

I see puzzlement on your face, I see you are trying to understand what is happening. I smile sweetly and take a condom out of the bag, rip open the packet with my teeth, fingers slippery from lube and clumsy from excitement. I roll the condom down your shaft, only adding to your astonishment!

"But why?!" you ask, unsettled and looking confused. I can almost see the thoughts rushing through your head. We used condoms in the early days of our relationship, never since then. I know you wonder why, suddenly now?

I leave your question unanswered, hush you again and get up and walk quickly to the bathroom, where I wash my hands in warm, soapy water.

A couple of deep breaths and I'm back on the bed, crawling over you, from feet towards your hips, till I feel your hard cock brushing against my inner thigh, pressing against the entrance of my dripping cunt, and I smile wickedly at you.

"Now, Pet, I'm going to use you. Selfishly. For my own pleasure, my own satisfaction!" I say and I smile at your shocked expression.

"But, but..." you are trying to protest.

"Well, didn't you wanted me to do so? I remember you encouraging me to use you clearly."

"Yes, but..." you are trying to say but I hush you with a gesture, putting my finger to my lips, letting you know I want you quiet.

And I lower myself onto you.

Your hard cock smoothly glides inside my cunt. I see your hips bucking, bracing yourself for the hotness and tightness of my pussy, but all you can feel is minor warmth and slight pressure. I see panic growing in your eyes as the whole cock of yours slowly disappears inside me, filling me so well, until our bodies meet.

I lean forward, hands pressed against the bed firmly, lift my hips and slide your cock out, almost to the tip and lower myself down again, my hard nipples pressed against your chest ,and kiss you slowly on lips.

"Two words, Pet: Numbing Gel..." I whisper to your ear, your eyes widen as I lift my upper body up and slowly rotate my hips against yours, screwing your cock deeper and deeper, riding you unhurriedly, lost in my own rhythm. My hands on my breasts, toying, caressing and squeezing, eyes locked on yours.

I lick my lips and twist my nipples between my fingers, my clit rubbing against your body, your cock trapped inside my pussy.

You can feel every movement of mine, but the pressure is not enough to bring you relief, only tormenting you more and more, as I raise and lower myself onto you. You can see your cock disappearing into me, hear my moans and watch the pleasure reflecting on my face, your hard cock throbbing, aching for a relief that is not coming. I see you trying to move, straining at your ties, bucking your hips and throwing your body up... only adding to your frustration and fuelling my pleasure. I giggle to myself, my lips trembling from overwhelming pleasure, my head spinning, drunk with power.

I'm fucking you strong and fast, my hips moving back and forward, rubbing hard against your body, lifting myself up and down, your cock hitting my cunt deep and hard. My juices are running down your shaft, the sound of my cries and the dull smacks of flesh against flesh fill the room as I'm riding you. The smell of my sex is in the air, my fingers twisting my nipples...

Over and over again till I cum around your numb cock, head thrown back, mouth open, hips pressed tight against yours, cock deep inside my pulsating pussy...

I collapse onto to your body, your hard cock still trapped inside me, my orgasm slowly wearing off. My cheek on your chest, satisfied, I hear your heart beating fast and strong, and dose off slowly...

I used to live in a big house with a bunch of roommates including this girl who was kind of hot. Not to sound like a douchebag, but she made it clear that she was attracted to me. I was dating other people, and that made her jealous. She got progressively more desperate over the 1.5 years we lived together, and eventually I took advantage of her desperation.

She was slightly crazy, but she had a pretty face, lovely straight dark hair and apple-sized boobies. The first time we met, she was in a t-shirt with no bra on a Saturday morning. The jiggling was remarkable, and she made eyes with me right away.

When I first moved in, I kind of played along, flirting. She'd come in my room to use the mirror and ask if her top was too tight, and I'd say like, "It's not tight enough." Shit like that. But even that was probably going too far. Maybe I led her on a little at first.

Once in a while she would display some bizarre crazy anti-social behavior, the kind of behavior that you'd never want in a girlfriend. It was pretty clear to me that I should keep our relationship platonic. But as soon as I wised up and started to pull away, she started getting creative and weird with her ploys.

She would play games, like pretending there was a mouse in her room, asking, "Can I sleep in here tonight?" Or she'd 'accidentally' be looking through her clothes closet in the hallway, wearing only her bra and no shirt, like "Oh I didn't know anyone else was home." Once she got me to help her hang a picture, and when I asked her for a wood screw she was like "You want a screw?" I kept her at arm's length.

I went out of town one weekend and she asked if her friend could sleep in my bed while I was gone. That was fine with me, but once I was halfway to my destination I remembered that I had left a few porn pics near the head of my bed in a shelf on the bedside table. (I used to print out pics at work and bring them home because I didn't have a home computer, in case I wanted to jack off.)

Apparently she found the pics. When I got back from my trip, she was like, "I know what you're into," all suggestively. She seemed to think she had something on me, and that I would now have to do her bidding. I played it off like I didn't know what she was talking about, but then I went upstairs to see what she had seen.

Just by coincidence, the 6-7 pics she found were nearly all poses from behind, with the woman bent over. Not that I'm only into that certain pose, but in that instance, that's what most of the pics happened to be.

Apparently my roommate took this to mean that I was really into anal sex. In her attempts to seduce me from then on, she would often allude to butt-fucking.

The most egregious example of this came when someone brought home one of those magnetic poetry kits for the refrigerator door. It was the Shakespeare version, with lots of antiquated words. At night, I and others would leave poems up there for other roommates to see, and sometimes someone would write back in the early morning, though I would never know who it was because we all had different schedules.

But after the porno pics incident, suddenly the poems started to get all anal-related. This isn't an actual poem, but this is the kind of stuff she'd write:

"local lass will
give thee dark road in back
to plunder
many long night journeys"

Instead of making me want to fuck her, it made me want to stay as far away from her as possible. And when I didn't respond to these overtures in the way she wanted, the poems started getting bitter.

"cowardice becomes ye not
she volunteers
he illustrates self not a man"

This kind of stuff went on for months, and I have to admit that I kind of liked it. I was pretty sure she was insane by this time, but I was starting to get off on her desperation.

At one point she took to asking me for sex, point-blank. The first time it happened, she came downstairs in her PJs when she heard me come home from a night of drinking. She acted like she had something to do in the kitchen, and sat with me as I ate some cereal. She asked me to help her with some project for her work, and I said I would. Then she was like, "I could give you sexual favors in return."

I probably should have ignored her, but how many chances like this do you get in life? Not many. I figure the only way I'm going to fuck this crazy person is if I can get her into fulfilling some of my more insane domination fantasies.

So I say, "You don't want to have sex with me. You couldn't handle the kind of stuff I'm into." After all this time of me pushing her away, I guess she was excited to finally have an 'in'. She's all eager, like, "Try me."

I say, "It's dirty stuff. I'll fucking humiliate you."

She acts like she has no problem with that, and tells me, "I'll do anything you say."

I tell her, "Stand up and come over here." She does. She's thinking we're about to make out, but she's wrong. I make her stop in front of me.

"Turn around." I make her pull down her sweatpants and panties just past her butt. I tell her, "Grab your ankles."

She pauses for a second, wondering just how vulnerable she's prepared to make herself, and with a guy who's never even kissed her on the cheek. But then she goes ahead and bends over.

Her furry brunette pussy is right in my face. I sit back and cross my legs, relaxing and taking in the view. I don't say anything to her for like 3 minutes, just making her sit there like that. After a while she reaches between her legs and touches herself, anticipating that I'd like to see that. She's right.

Then I stand up and say, "Don't move." She stays bent over. Her face is pretty red, not surprisingly. I walk into the nearby bathroom, telling her, "Don't you fucking move an inch." I grab my toothbrush and start brushing my teeth. While I brush, I watch her. She can only see me out of the corner of her eye, but she knows I'm there, making her stay bent over. When I'm done brushing I tell her, "I'm going to bed. We'll continue with this some other time." Then I go to my room and jack off before bed.

Little did I know that she would get off on this treatment. Our role-play continued for many crazy months.

--I'd like to thank Meathead96 for his help in making this more presentable.--

Lights flashed, whistles and rumbling music echoed off the tiled ceiling. The atmosphere of Richards Treasures rocked with sultry chaos. The establishment was packed with so many patrons it was hard to see an empty seat anywhere. This was the first time Lacey had ever been in a strip club. It was nowhere near what she would have expected. Tobacco smoke, alcohol, all assortments of perfume and colognes choked the room confusing her fragile senses. In different points of the room women danced in closed cages; swinging and swaying with the rhythm of the loud music. Girls danced on the lit stage, wrapping themselves around the poles like sensual lovers. Some of them still had their tops on but most of them only had the lower half covered. Women walked around with trays full of drinks with nothing on but thongs and G-strings. Laughing and chatting with the swarming men. She watched as one patron pulled a girls strap out just enough to slip a twenty dollar bill under it. The girl kissed him on the forehead and wiggled her hips as she walked away giggling. Two of the strippers sat in a booth kissing and making out in plain view of everyone. She stared in disbelief, shocked at their brazenness, there utter lack of modesty. She could never be like this...even for the amount of pay they probably receive. She could only imagine the amount of tips they brought in.

For the life of her she couldn't understand why Antonio brought her here. As if the evening hadn't been torture enough already he had to bring her here. She knew better then question him. She decided she would just have to take her chances. "Why are we here? Why are you doing this to me?"

He didn't answer her. He gave her a devilish grin and walked in the direction of the two girls making out. What now? When the girls finally broke away for air they noticed him approaching. The girls started waiving and ran to him hugging him eagerly. Wow!! Either he is a regular or they are just way too friendly. Shrugging to herself she walked over to the bar and ordered herself a strawberry daiquiri. Sipping on the sweet concoction she watched the dancing girls.

The ebb and flow of the room had her swaying her hips, matching with the throbbing between her legs. She was walking a tight rope. Every inch of her quaked in sexual desire. Between the limo ride and the experience in the sitting room she was playing with fire. The relentless gel wouldn't stop tingling and the corset wouldn't stop caressing her body. The coarse lace against her nipples, the opening against her sensitive clit, it was arousal at its worst. Every time she moved she had to bite her lip to prevent the moans and gasps from escaping. She needed completion. But he wouldn't allow it. Not yet. At least the bullet had quit vibrating...for now. She knew he would turn it on again; when or where was the question.

Antonio left the girls after a few minutes and made his way through the crowd towards her.

"Come with me. I got a treat for you." The look in his eyes set her heart racing. Pure unadulterated sin. What now?

"Please Sir. Take me home and finish this. Haven't I had enough torture tonight?" She couldn't handle anymore of his "treats".

He laughed. A deep rich laugh that made her a bit uneasy. "Not by far," he said as he turned and started to walk away. She stood there watching his retreating backside. She was reluctant to follow, yet excited to find out what was still in store for her. He stopped and turned to glare at her. She was deliberately disobeying him and that didn't bode well with him. "Lace I told you to come with me." There was no lenience in his tone, only pure demand.

Placing her empty glass on the bar she followed him. They went towards the stage only to go to the right of it through some double doors. Down a long red hallway with candle burning sconces. Closed doors lined the hallway. Do not disturb signs hung from most of the knobs. Whistles and howls could be heard through the thin walls. Private rooms? It was her only guess. That or dressing rooms. They came to an open door. Letting Lacey in first Antonio followed and closed the door behind him.

Lacey looked around the small room. Most of the lighting was from candles burning in sconces on the walls. A metal pole stood in the center of the room with a dim spot light aimed on it. Two leather couches lined the back wall. Smooth thick couches you could sink into after a long day at work. Incense burned on a small round table between them. Vanilla...and some kind of a berry. It smelled really good. The walls were a rich candy apple color with a Picasso painting above the couches. Antonio walked to the corner and grabbed the wooden chair, bringing it to sit in front of the dance pole. Her eyes flew open when she got a better view of it. From the corner in the dark room it looked like your average wooden students chair. But now, closer to her and in better lighting she saw the fur lined handcuffs. Two on the back of the chair and one on each of the front legs.

Her heart leaped in her chest as she held her breath. She looked at him. She knew he saw the fear in her eyes. All over her face. His face was calm, unmoving. Stepping around the menacing chair he stood in front of her. Wrapping his hands around her face he kissed her. On the forehead, the cheeks, her mouth. He deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. Kneading the small of her back with his rough palms. Lower still he kissed. Over her shoulders, gently along her collar bone. Grabbing a fist full of her hair he pulled her head back exposing her pale neck. Gently biting it he licked the marks sending shivers through her body. She clung to him, gasping for air. He raked his nails down her spine.

Lacey's vision blurred, the room twirled around her. She dug into his shoulders trying to stabilize her treacherous body. Her knees were weak from his kissing and his tongue only fueled the building fire. A slow hum deep in her core awakened again. She cried as her clit reacted, jumping at the tiny vibration. His lustful hell was starting again and she was going to undoubtedly relish it.

So many times she had been on the verge of cumming tonight and every time he denied her. Every muscle, every nerve, every thought, every heartbeat screamed for release. She was wrapped so tight now she knew it wouldn't take much and she would snap. She leaned into him, rubbing her trembling body along his. Grinding her hips so they pressed into his crotch, feeling it thicken as she did so. She had never felt this alive, this wanton. She felt like a tramp, willing to do anything he wanted. Just so she could have more of his touch. She wanted him inside her. Fucking her hard, deep, rough, with a passion even the gods couldn't fathom. Slating this desire that he had relentlessly fed all night.

Moving with her he shifted their positions so she was standing in front of the chair. Wedging her feet apart with his he spread her legs. Weak in the knees and breathless from his touch she eased down in the chair. He continued ravishing her body. Licking her collarbone he began to kiss lower. The swell of her breast rose with every breath. Running his hands over her pale flesh he pinched her hard nipple through the dress. She moaned and leaned into him. He kissed and licked the sweat glistening down them, dipping his tongue deep in her cleavage. She pressed forward, eager for his touch. Pulling the material of the dress down he licked the tight bud peaking out at him through the lace. He nipped the pink pearl, massaging her flesh till she was crying out and fisting his hair in her hands. He ran his hands down her body. Over her slender hips, down her shaking legs. Taking her foot in his hands he removed the shoes and rubbed her achy feet, rolling his knuckles along the sole. The tight muscles eased under his demanding touch. She savored the touch, the feel of his hot breath on her foot, the tickling of his hair on her legs. She closed her eyes and let the moment implant itself in her mind. Torture or not she was enjoying herself. Come Monday morning when she returned to work this night would help her get through all those boring hours in front of her computer.

Clicks followed by a soft sensation around her ankle snapped her out of her euphoria. Before she could even say anything he was already behind her snapping her hands in the soft confines of the cuffs. She struggled. Twisting and turning trying to pull them free, crying and pleading with him to let her go. She had never been tied down and it scared her something fierce. He knelt in front of her and kissed her again. Whispering reassuringly, trying to calm her fears.

"Lace, have I ever done anything to hurt you? You know I haven't, nor would I. I know this is new to you and a little frightening. But please trust me, trust that I wont let anything happen to you. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. Relax and let me please you in a way that you have never been pleasured before." He wiped the tears streaming down her face, kissing her trembling lips.

Fear choked her, strangled the air right out of her. But with him so close, touching and kissing, she relaxed a just a little. Leaning her head to rest against his forehead she gave in. "Yes Sir". She didn't say anymore, there was no need to. She would trust him and give him free reign of her body, her passion.

Hearing a soft knock on the door, Antonio stood up and went to open it. Two women sauntered in. She recognized them as the couple making out in the corner earlier. Both of them were dressed now.

"Hello ladies, this is Lacey. Lacey this beauty is Candy." He pointed to the shorter of the two with streaked hair. She smiled sweetly and said hello.

Then he rested his hands on the other woman's shoulders and spoke. " And this lovely lady is Domino." She to smiled and said hello.

Candy was a beautiful woman. She had a flawless complexion with a pert little nose and pouty red lips. Long straight hair that sensually covered her perfectly round ass. Her hair was golden blonde with streaks of color. Red, blue, green and purple striped down the mane. No doubt how she got her name. Candy's melon colored bikini top barely contained her huge straining tits. Her nipples pressing through the thin material, begging to be touched...licked. The matching thong hugged her womanly crease intimately. The top and bottom had a long fringe hanging from them that draped across her torso and ass. She had a few tasteful tats here and there and a shiny dangly belly ring with stars and diamonds. To be as short as she was she had some sexy legs. Smooth , sun kissed skin that shimmered in the candle light.

Sliding her gaze over to Domino she studied her. Dark ebony skin like molten chocolate. Matching eyes that reminded her of Antonio's. Confident, passionate, demanding, this woman didn't take any shit off anybody. She wasn't all that bad looking. She had a very athletic figure, taller then Candy by at least eight inches. The 4 inch platforms probably had a lot to do with that. Her hair was long as well but in tiny braids. The ends of the braids decorated with colored beads. Her bright make up highlighted her feminine features. High cheek bones and small pudgy nose. She wore a deep burgundy lipstick, brightening her perfectly straight teeth when she smiled. Her outfit was a little more tasteful at least. Fashioned as a sports bra and boy shorts her outfit left more for the imagination. Shiny white leather with colored spots and a single multi-colored tassel hung off the points of the breast cups. She only had one visible tat on her upper arm. An eagle embracing earth's globe with USMC written in gold underneath. She too had a belly ring with tiny little dangling handcuffs. 'Hmmph. Go figure,' she thought to herself.

"Don't listen to him. He only sweet talks us cause we work for him. Ain't that right Mr. Richards." Candy laughingly joked. Mr. Richards? So that was his last name. Was he the owner of this club. It fit the name. It certainly explained his substantial wallet. Strange she had known him quite a few months now and he had never told her his last name. He had told her his name was Antonio. But shortly after meeting they had developed into something more meaningful. What she didn't know, but he had told her not to call him Antonio any more but Sir. In and out of the bedroom. It had been a strange transition but one she had obediently done.

Domino piped in. "What can we do for you tonight Boss? Are you in need of one of our signature performances?" She giggled and wiggled her ass against his.

Antonio laughed, a deep melodious rumble. He wrapped his arm around Domino's waist and kissed her nose. "Not tonight my lovelies. I'm afraid I will have to pass, tempting as the offer may be. I do however have someone here who would rather enjoy it. Isn't that right Lacey." He shot her a look that she knew better than to disagree with. Whatever his plan was she knew she had to follow his lead. She politely nodded her head and strained a smile at the girls, almost eager to find out what this signature performance was. Slapping Domino on the ass one good time, making her giggle even more, Antonio turned and walked to the couch. Plopping down, feet out in front of him he grabbed the remote control and pushed a button. She jumped thinking he was turning up the bullet but it wasn't for that. Loud chaotic Techno music filled the small confines of the room. The spot light on the pole started flashing and moving.

Lacey's heart started to speed up as the girls approached. Like stalking tigress's they edged their way towards her. Rocking and swaying their hips with the rhythm of the music. They circled her, touching her hair, her arms, her back. They ran their hands over her shoulder, her face, her chest. Feather light touches with their fingertips. Lacey closed her eyes and let the sensations tease her senses.

This close to her she could smell their perfumes. Floral and fruits blending together so you couldn't tell who wore which. They smelled good, intoxicating. She glanced over at Antonio still laying back on the couch. He watched, eyes fixed on hers. Lust burned in their depths, engulfing her in a fiery hot passion. He was enjoying this. She wanted to please him, make him happy. It was written all over his body she was doing just that.

His left arm rested behind his head, supporting it against the couch's back. He rubbed his stiffening cock through the material of his pants with his other. Back and forth along the thick outline, tweaking the head when he reached it. She could barely see the tiny spot at the tip where his juices mingled with his pants.

Candy had positioned herself so she was in front of Lacey now. Up and down the length of Lacey's body she ran hers. Pressing against her body at times. The fringe tickled her breast sending shivers down her skin. Domino pressed in behind her. Rubbing her tits along her back, coming up to rest the back of Lacey's head between them. Candy brought her tits up to be right in front of Lacey's face, leaning in till her face was buried in the large mounds. The two women had her head sandwiched between their huge tits. Wiggling with her till she was gasping for air. They rubbed, they pressed, they traced her skin with their manicured fingernails. Lacey was really getting turned on. The vibration in her core picked up a little and she smiled over at Antonio. He had pulled his cock out now. Stroking himself slowly, juices oozing out of the tip. She returned her gaze to the women. Domino licked along Lacey's collarbone, eliciting a moan from her. She fisted her hands and tried to free them. She wanted to touch back. It wasn't fair.

Candy was on top of her now. Sitting in her lap she wrapped her arms around Lacey's neck and started gyrating her hips. Crotch to crotch they bumped and ground. Lacey could only moan and gasp as the girls assaulted her. Gripping tightly around her waist and the chair Candy leaned back, rubbing and caressing her glittering body as she rocked and moved to the music. Domino came around stood behind over her. With her ass facing Lacey she stood over Candy and sensually slid along her body. Spreading her legs she rubbed her pussy over Candy's tits. Candy wrapped her arms around Domino's legs and pressed up into her, rubbing back. This had both the girls moaning and rocking with each other. Pressing their bodies tightly together, nipple against clit.

They rocked and ground together. Lacey's clit throbbed, the vibrations increased, sending ripples through her body. Her pussy clenched the bullet, squeezing it, milking it like it was Antonio's cock. She never thought watching two girls sharing a lap dance would turn her on this much. Domino had eased her way farther down Candy's swaying body. Candy replaced her nipples with her mouth. Kissing along the edges of Domino's shorts. Probing with her tongue occasionally making Domino moan and jump. Fisting Candy's hair she pulled her closer. It wasn't enough, she pulled the crotch of the shorts to the side and shoved Candy's face into her hungry pussy. Candy lapped and slurped while she still gyrated and rocked in Lacey's lap. Lacey licked her lips as she watched Domino get her clit licked and sucked on by the dancing Candy. Moaning and groaning Domino fluctuated her hips. Back and forth, side to side. Belly dancers would be envious at the way she swished and swayed back and forth. All while Candy savored her juicy pussy. Arching back Domino came down till she was level with Lacey. Reaching below her she eased the string of Candy's thong to the side. She spread her moistening lips with two of her fingers and slid the other one in. Candy's movements doubled. Domino was relentless on her clit. Pinching and rubbing fast and steady. You could hear Candy's muffled screams as she continued her lashing.

Standing up Domino stepped over Candy. She danced a little, wrapping her self around the pole. Gliding up and down, balancing and moving against it. Flowing to the floor, raising and spreading her legs. Saliva and her juices covered her barely covered pussy, her dark legs. Moving like a worm she wrapped her body around the pole time and again like it was a lover. Candy stood, Lacey whined at the loss but said nothing. Candy danced and moved her way to the pole to join Domino. Candy and Domino embraced. Kissing and grinding their hips together they moved.

Like snakes in a mating dance they hung and clung to the pole, each other. The world stopped moving, they were the only ones in the room. There was no Antonio, no Lacey. Only Candy and Domino and their rising passion for one another. Holding on tightly Domino used the pole to twist her body upside down. Lacey guessed with her being in the Marines it had allowed her upper body to be in phenomenal condition and she could handle this maneuver well. Candy circled her, touching her, rubbing against her. She grabbed the pole and wrapped her body around Domino's. Standing over Domino's hanging face she reached down and pulled her thong to the side. Domino dove in. Licking and sucking Candy's clit till she was shaking and moaning with the effort to stand. Dominos braids ticked and clattered on the floor below. Sweeping the polished surface like a jeweled broom. Lacey could see Candy's liquids trickling down her legs, covering Domino's face and braids. Still she licked and Candy moved. Stepping back Candy gave Domino room to get back on her feet. Hugging and embracing the pole as she did so. They circled Lacey some more, again touching and rubbing sensually along her body. She felt the zipper of her dress going down. She looked at them questioning them. They said nothing, just continued lowering the zipper. They slowly slid her dress down till it rested at her elbows, exposing the black lace and her hard nipples. The room was cold, she shivered making her rosey circles tighten painfully. She wanted to cover herself. Other then what she had done back at the restaurant earlier she had never been this intimate with another woman...let alone two of them. The girls made there way down her body. Licking, biting, kissing her cool sensitive skin. Her clit tingled, the bullet vibrated inside her.
The building need for completion clawed at her with every breath she took. She wanted to touch, to taste, to be a part of it all. She looked at him pleading with him silently, even though she knew he would never give in. He was so handsome, so sexy. Cock in his hand, furiously pumping. His breathing coming in short gasps. Sweat trickling down his neck, his opened shirt. She jolted as Candy and Domino each took one of her nipples in their mouth. Sucking and nibbling with their teeth. She cried and arched her hips off the chair. Throwing her head back and moaning as the shocks spread through her. They reached down and eased the hem of her dress up. Scratching there sharp nails along her glowing skin, leaving red streaks in their wake. Roughly they pawed at the opening of her corset. Her clit jumped and quivered when their fingers brushed against it. The opening popped open, making her jump and moan. Domino was down there first. Forcing her open, demanding with her selfish tongue. Spreading her lips wide she lashed and bit possessively. Lacey's moans escalated, her palms ached from her fingernails biting her tender flesh. Now! She had to cum now.

"Stop!" He ordered.

"No..please don't" Lacey countered.

Domino looked at Antonio, there was no hiding the anger in her eyes. She was pissed. " Excuse me! I know you didn't just order me." She stood over Lacey then, all six feet of intimidating black woman. She glared at him ready for a possible challenge.

He wouldn't provoke her.

Strutting across the room calm and confident he put his hand on Domino's cheek. Looking at Candy he smiled "You ladies have done a marvelous job this evening as always. I hate to cut our time short but I think its time I take Lacey home. She seems to be quite tired and needs some TLC"

Bastard! Lacey thought to herself. The fucker did it again. It wasn't even him this time either. If she ever got to cum tonight an ambulance will probably follow the aftermath. Either that or the biggest flood since Noah. He gave them their tip and walked them to the door. She let her head rest on her chest and patiently waited for him to fix her clothes and release her from the chair.

"So my toy, are you ready for me? Ready for me to punish you like the slut you are." He whispered, teasing her ears and neck with his hot breath.

She shivered at his words, eager to finish this, to be with him. "Yes Sir. Please take me home and punish me. Please Sir."

Stepping out of the limo Lacey relished the cool night air on her flushed body. Leaning against the cold metal for support, she tried to calm her racing nerves. Never in her life would she view a limo the same again. Every inch of her screamed in need and demanded completion. How could he do that to her. He seemed so heartless sometimes. Bringing her to the brink of cumming only to stop and leave her hungry and unsated. Looking over at Antonio as he stepped out he looked so calm, unfazed even. Bastard...she couldn't help thinking to herself. Before the night was through he was either going to fuck her or she would have to take matters into her own hands. Literally! He looked so sexy standing next to her, staring at her with his chocolate eyes. The stark desire in those dark pools as they raked up and down her approvingly had her ready to melt. Extending his elbow, she looped her arm through and entered a nearby restaurant.

A cascade of smells assaulted her. Her stomach growled in protest. She hadn't even realized that she was hungry. The room was crowded with people talking and laughing while enjoying their dishes. She had never been here before but immediately recognized the Italian dishes. The hostess greeted them politely with a smile and led them to a dimly lit alcove where a small table sat alone. The table was beautifully adorned in rose cotton and white lace under a glass top. A single candle burned in the center with two crystal shakers beside it. Seating them she gave them each a menu and set the table with their utensils. He placed an order for a bottle of wine and she left to retrieve it.

"This.....everything is so beautiful. Why are you doing all this for me?" She had to ask. The corset, the dress and jewelry. Now this. What had she done to deserve all this? She was just a regular girl working regular hours trying to survive in a regular...well maybe slightly ran down apartment. When she was with him she felt like a queen. He always made her feel so special, important, for a change.

"Am I not allowed to spoil my ladies? You're beautiful and should be treated as such. Just relax and enjoy your evening. Trust me its only just beginning." Antonio's devilish grin put her on edge. What was he planning? She was scared only for a fleeting second which was instantly replaced with excitement. She needed this. It was time to take her mind off work and everyday life. Letting him take control and completely letting go would give herself a nice reprieve. If the time they shared in the limo was any indication of things to come she was in. Whole heartedly. She would let him do whatever he wanted. Glancing at him one more time she picked up the menu and started skimming the selection.

It started low. A faint fluttering distracted her from the menu. It felt good whatever it was. Looking around the room she tried to find the source. Nothing. What in the world? She went back to the menu but the sensation continued. After a few minutes it had increased enough that she again had to put the menu down and she really concentrated at looking around the room. Where was that vibration coming from? It felt really good actually. She had finally calmed her nerves from the limo ride. She was still very aroused from that gel that he had put on her. Every movement she made sent tingles through her pussy. Shifting in her chair that's when she felt it. The bullet!! She looked at Antonio with stark realization.

"Not here. Please sir not here" She whispered, pleading with him, already knowing the plan was set in motion. It frightened her, it excited her. Glancing at the door she thought about leaving. How would she get home? She didn't even know where she was at. Still he kept increasing the speed ever so slightly. She starting shifting in the chair trying to ease the building ache. That only fed the sensations flowing off her clit. The bullet kept on vibrating, the gel kept on tingling. He kept on looking at the menu as if nothing was going on. If she wasn't such a lady she would reach across the table and slap that sinful expression off his face.

"Are you going to find something to order? We have somewhere else to go after this." He asked so calmly, so matter of factly. The smug look in his eyes and the mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

"How the hell do you expect me to concentrate when you are doing this shit to me? Get me out of here or turn this damn thing off before I take it out. " She said it even though she didn't mean it. But it was out and she knew she was in trouble. Antonio put the menu down and leaned forward a dark menacing look in his expression. Oh no!! Just then the waitress appeared to take their order.

He spoke calmly. " Well to start with I think we will get an order of the Calamari." Looking at the menu again he added. "I'll have the Pastello Di Pesce with steamed broccoli. No salt on the broccoli and make sure the fish is cooked thoroughly. For dessert I want the Timballo Di Pere, light on the cream sauce please." He checked the menu one more time to be sure. Still glaring at Lacey he spoke to the waitress. "I think that will be all for me. I do believe its time for this lovely lady to order!" The waitress didn't catch the undertow of warning in its depth but she did.

Taking a deep breath she started to place her order. "I'll ...Ohhh" He turned it up full blast. She jumped so hard she jarred the table. Holy shit it felt good. "Ummm..I..I think" More deep breaths, smiling as politely as she could at the shocked waitress. CONCENTRATE. "The same pleassse." Reaching under the table she squeezed his knee hard., digging her nails deep for emphasis. He gently pulled her hand away and placed it higher in his lap. Feeling the bulge in his pants only made it worse. Looking at him, she threatened him with her eyes. How could he be so nonchalant about this. He just sat there with that shit eating grin on his face. She was going to kill him later. If he didn't kill her first. The lady looked confused by her weird change in mood but jotted down the order.

"Salt on your broccoli ma'am?" The waitress politely asked.

Lacey could care less bout some damn salt right now. She wasn't about to be rude to the waitress though.

"Ummm....I..I don't care." GO AWAY LADY, she screamed in her head. She was going to cum, right here right now. She shifted in her chair again, gyrating her hips to match the pulse between her legs. She didn't care who was watching anymore. Her clit throbbed through the opening in the corset, the cool air brushed against her spread lips, tickling the jewelry attached to it. The intensity of the bullet was to too much. The constant vibration was lashing at every cell in her body. Her pussy quivered tightly around it pumping hot fluid over the corset. Feeling it flow down the tight crevices and tickle her ass she couldn't help moan a little. Her juices were beginning to make her legs sticky. Her nipples were covered in sweat, turning into hard hot little knots. Clenching her fist she tried to clear her blurring mind. She looked at him, headless of the poor girl next her and begged him. "Stop...please stop...ohhhh."

The waitress shifted her weight. Looking a little flushed she finished writing and left. The vibration ceased, she collapsed into the chair. Seconds later she was still barely able to sit up. Whispering not to draw attention, " How dare you do that to me. There is no telling what that girl thinks of me now." She honestly didn't care, she was just trying to maintain a little dignity.

"You wont threaten me like that again Lace! I don't give a damn what anyone in this room thinks." His voice low and passionate under the hum of the restaurant.

Careful not to draw his attention she inched her hand beneath her dress. She had to touch, even if only to wipe the gel off. The vibration might have stopped but the ever constant tingling hadn't and she was almost at wits end from it. Closer, closer.. She cautiously watched him as she started to spread her lips ever so slowly. Home stretch. Antonio looked up a warning in his eyes. She saw his thumb move just as the vibration hit full blast. She screamed and bit her lips, drawing a few glances from the curious guests. He smiled reassuringly and they returned to their meals. Leaning forward he got right next to her ear and practically growled at her. "You try that again and it will remain on the entire time you are eating. Do not try my patience. You will regret it if you do." Grabbing her roughly by the chin he forced her face up so their noses almost touched. Staring her straight in her (the) eye with such unmoving intensity. "Do we have an understanding Lace?"

Trembling she nodded her head "Yes Sir."

He kissed her soundly then. Right in front of everyone. Rough at first then gently. Savoring the taste of the wine on her lips. He ran his hands down her arm, down her back. Rubbing the tension out of her neck. She leaned into his touch savoring it while it lasted. Time stood still while he touched her. The noise faded away, the tingling stayed. The bullet lay calm now. Her heart did not. She was going to have to endure this torture till he allowed her release. She hoped it would be soon. She needed him inside her. Deep and hard, thrusting savagely. Only he could sate this desire, so strong and passionate. She just hoped her treacherous pussy obeyed. So far she had kept herself in control. But how much longer could she endure?

The waitress arrived with the steaming appetizer. It looked and smelled delicious. She hung around a couple minutes chatting with the couple. Making over about the weather, business flow and the like. Lacey wasn't all that interested in the topics but didn't want to seem rude. She munched on the food, drowning the two of them out. Antonio's warm rich laughter occasionally caught her gaze. Filling her like an elixir to her libido, keeping it alive and raging. The waitress finally walked away to place the remainder of their order.

It wasn't too long before the main dishes arrived. Again the waitress lingered, making conversation with Antonio. They must have known each other some how. They never directly revealed a connection. It was just a feeling she got. One of the waiters waved for her and she left. Over the next few minutes they ate in silence, enjoying their dinner. The bullet on its lowest setting didn't give her much peace but she ate ravenously anyway. She could only wonder what was going to happen next.

***

The waitress walked over to pre bus the dirty dishes. Smiling innocently she continued on with the earlier topics. Lacey noticed for the first time the girls name was Madison. Pretty name. She wasn't all that bad looking herself. Freckles dotted her pale skin that didn't appear to have a trace of make up. Her carrot top hair barely touched her shoulders. Straight flat hair that wasn't all that appealing. The uniform hugged her petite form. Slender hips and waist with perky little B cup tits. You could just barely see the tips of her nipples straining against the tight cotton. She averted her gaze before either of them noticed her staring. She sure liked to talk though. If she had known what was happening earlier, she didn't let on to it now. She was very friendly, almost too friendly to him. They acted like they knew each other the way they talked and flirted with each other. She walked away and he stood.

"I'll be right back."

She watched him as he walked towards the restrooms. Hell even his back side was sexy. Madison came walking around the corner and stopped. What were they talking about? She was smiling a lot and kept looking over at Lacey. What were they talking about? Whatever it was made Madison seem really excited. She placed her hand out and he put something in it, raising it to his lips he kissed her fingertips. Smooth, like he could actually hide the fact he just gave her something. But what? He turned then and caught her looking. His features remained calm but she could sense a difference in him. He seemed more focused somehow. An air of pure male arrogance surrounded him. What was that all about?

Whatever...she shrugged and turned back around taking a sip of her wine. She wasn't the jealous type. She knew she wasn't the only woman in his life. She didn't know much about him. What she did know was he had money, power and with that more than likely a horde of ladies. She couldn't deny she had feelings for him. She'd be lying if she said she didn't. But to fool herself into thinking she was his only conquest would be down right stupid on her part. She bit down her pride and allowed the open friendship to have its way with her.

Hearing his footsteps get closer she looked back. He was standing right next to her. Extending his hand, he helped her stand up. "Go to the bathroom and freshen up. Do what you must but make it quick. I'll walk you to it." Antonio's domineering presence beside her made her uneasy. Something was up but she didn't know what. He had her a little nervous. At least she could wipe this blasted gel off her clit. But damn this corset. Its rough lace scratched her sensitive nipples. The opening in the crotch rubbed her tingling exposed clit. Walking was agony, but it was ecstasy at the same time.

Guiding her towards the back of the restaurant with his hand on her back, they walked in silence. When they walked past the ladies room and continued down the hall she looked at him in confusion. They stopped at a door with an "Employee's Only" sign on it. He opened it and ushered her in. It was a small sitting room. It wasn't overly fancy or big. A table, water cooler, TV and couch were all that occupied it. A door opposite the room was open. The lights were out but she could clearly see the toilet and hand washing sink. She went in and closed the door. She didn't need to use the bathroom but she did anyway. It didn't take her but a second to wash the gel off. The tingling was finally fading away. Her nerves were walking a tight wire. It wouldn't take much for her to cum at this point. She was so close even with the gel gone. Leaning back on the toilet she spread her legs. Through the opening of the corset she rubbed her puckered lips. Spreading them she gently touched her sensitive clit. It jumped under her touch and she moaned. She shouldn't be doing this, she knew it and yet did it anyway. Gently she tugged on the jewelry, sparks scattering under her skin. Her legs shook and her tight pussy quivered tightly against the bullet. She wanted the damn thing out but knew better. She liked the torture she was getting. It was so exhilarating not knowing what was going to happen next.

She heard moaning coming from the other room. Sitting up she adjusted her dress and walked to the door. Listening for a moment she heard it again. It sounded like a man, like him. She opened the door and stared in utter shock at the scene in front of her. Antonio was laid back on the couch with Madison between his legs. His shirt lay open exposing his bare chest, heaving for the breath she was clearly sucking out of him. She watched as his cock disappeared in and out of her lips. Glistening with her spit and his pre cum. His head was resting on the pillows behind him with his eyes closed. Lacey leaned against the door jam and drank it in, running her hands along her body wanting to go lower.

He looked at her through lust filled eyes and moaned, "You can touch," then grabbed a fist full of Madison's hair and shoved his cock in so far she gagged, fucking her mouth hard.

Lacey hiked up her skirt and started to rub her swollen clit. He watched her as he fucked Madison's mouth. Barely able to talk he moaned the words more than spoke them. "Come here"

She did. She lay back on the couch and raised her skirt above her waist. He had turned the bullet on again. Slow and steady it vibrated inside her. As she played with her clit, rubbing little circles around it, he sped up the tempo. Madison was still sucking and pumping on his thick cock. He was thrusting in and out of her mouth, moaning and gasping for air.

Groaning, she could only watch as he got devoured by that little bitch between his legs. She should be doing that, not that stranger. She inserted two of her fingers into her tight pussy. Her fingertip tapped the edge of the bullet. Curving her fingers just enough, she had the vibrating intruder nudging her G-spot. She moaned loudly and he gently pulled her fingers out of her pussy.

"I didn't say you could cum yet," he told her with no remorse. Whining she reluctantly complied. He replaced her fingers with his own, rolling the tight little bud between them. She arched her back and gyrated against the friction.

"Please Sir... I cant...take it... I got to....please Sir...let me cum" She gasped the words, cried the words. Begging and pleading. Enduring his torture while watching him being pleasured by another woman.

Madison reached down and unbuttoned her shirt, her perky little tits bounced and heaved with her lustful efforts. Sweat glistened along her creamy flesh. She lapped at his juices, licking the head and jacking with her hands.

He moaned and clenched her hair, shoving his cock in over and over. Pulling Madison off his cock he led her around his knees, crawling on her hands and knees, to rest between Lacey's. Both ladies looked at him confused. Before either could question the change of events he shoved Madison's face into Lacey's crotch.

Lacey jolted at the soft touch. Fire raced through her veins. Thrusting her hips forward she forced Madison's face to go deeper still. Without even requesting permission she reached over and started stroking Antonio's cock in her hand.

He allowed her, pinching and caressing her hard nipples. Making her squirm beneath his rough fingers.

Madison licked and nibbled and sucked till Lacey's juices covered her face, the couch. Lacey's moans became full throttle screams now. So close, so close. Just when the colors started to build behind her closed eyes, Antonio pulled Madison away. "NO..." She screamed at him eyes raging with pure fire. "No no no, not again"

The bullet lay silent and she gasped for air.

Madison just sat there on her knees, looking rather ruffled and really turned on.

Antonio stood up, hard cock bouncing in the air, and helped Madison up. Guiding her to the couch he gently pulled her shorts down to her knees. She didn't argue with him, just followed his lead. He helped her on the couch and had her sit on the back of it, leaning against the wall as she spread her legs.

Grabbing Lacey he had her kneel in front of him on the floor. The licking and sucking continued. Only this time Lacey was licking and sucking Antonio's cock as he was eating Madison's pussy. Moans and fluids flowed. The musky smell of sex filled the room. Madison's moaning and breathing picked up till she was bucking and arching her hips so much the couch was inching forward. Raking her claws down his back she screamed and flooded his mouth with her hot cum the same time he emptied his hot load in Lacey's waiting mouth. Antonio and Madison collapsed on the couch, Lacey still so turned on and ready to cum sat there on the floor close to tears.

Antonio helped her up and kissed away the moisture. When he kissed her on the lips she could still taste Madison's sweet cum. Reaching between them he gently rubbed her throbbing clit. Holding her now, her knees too weak to support herself, he whispered in her ear. " Soon my toy. You will not suffer much longer."

And with that he reapplied the gel. The tingling started and she could only lay her head on his shoulders and shiver in anticipation.

The intercom crackled, startling her from her focus on the computer screen.

"Lacy you have a phone call on line 1"

Since her vision was still off focus she had to squint to read the clock on the wall.

Thinking out loud she said "Who would be calling 10 minutes till closing?"

Picking up the receiver she punched the button to open the line "Lacy Clarke speaking. How can I help you?"

Speaking that greeting had become second nature to Lacy. So much so she often answered her home phone that way. Her family joked with her about needing a vacation. But as exhausting as her accounting business was she did enjoy her work.

An all to familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. Shivers streaked down her spine and her heart raced. Him!!

"As soon as you get off work go straight to the Country Inn. Tell the front desk man you are with the Watson party. He will give you a key to room sixty nine and a white envelope. Do not open it till you get to the room. You will have 20 minutes to do everything necessary. A car will be ready when you are done. And do not be late" There was warning in his tone that left no room for argument.

"But..." Still she tried to protest but was cut off by a click and the rude silence that followed.

"Cocky Bastard" Now what? She had made plans with one of her co workers tonight. Should she cancel with Stacy or blow him off? Either option would leave someone disappointed. It had been a month since the last time she saw him. Every time she made plans he would suddenly make himself known again. Knowing she would do as he said without question. She hated the way he made her loose control. But when she was with him she never felt more alive. Their encounters always left her craving more.

She hesitated as she grabbed the phone. Before she could change her mind she called Stacy and lied her way out of the evening.

Shutting down her computer she grabbed her purse and keys and locked her office up. The Country Inn was only about two miles away so she knew she would make it there with plenty of time to spare.





The room was impressive. Beige walls with dark mahogany furniture. She stopped to look at the intricate patterns etched into the wood of the armoire. Tracing her fingers along the lines. A plaid couch and love seat sat opposite the armoire, an end table in the middle. By the window was a table with a bouquet of roses in the center. A picture of a mountain scene hung over the overstuffed king size bed. She noticed a small box laying in the center of the bed. Walking over to it she ran her fingers along the top of the box. A red ribbon tied it closed with a little note saying to open the envelope first. She wanted to know what was inside but she obeyed. The letter still unopened in her hand intrigued her as much as the contents of the package. She opened it and pulled out the sheet of paper. Unfolding it she began to read the instructions.

"On the bed there is a package for you. But first I want you to go into the bathroom and shower. All your washing needs will be in there for you. When you are finish do your make up and hair the way I like it. Only then can you open it. There is a note inside the box explaining the rest. Remember you have 20 minutes."

Lacy neatly folded the letter back up and replaced it in the envelope. Looking at the box one more time she reluctantly headed to the bathroom pouting a little as she went. After getting the temperature right she stepped into the warm spray. It helped ease the tension in her neck and shoulders a lot. On the ledge was a pink bar of soap. Lifting it to her nose she inhaled deeply. Roses, her favorite flower. She lathered the poof till the soap was a soft foam. She enjoyed the way it felt on her skin. Soft and silky running between her breast, down her abdomen. Feeling it flow lower still, tickling and enticing as it made its way down. Lacy hadn't realized till then how much she needed an intimate touch. Just the feel of the soap had her weak in the knees and ready to melt into a pool of hot skin. Damn she was horny. Clearing her head she hurried up and finished shampooing and rinsing off. Stepping out of the shower the air conditioned room sent goose bumps racing over her flushed skin. Her nipples constricted painfully to hard peaks making her even more aroused. Grabbing the stiff coarse fabric she roughly dried off hoping it would take her mind off the building need . Wrapping in the towel she applied her make up. She let her platinum blonde hair lay long and wet so it would air dry into ringlets. She hated it that way but it was what he wanted so she let it go. She searched through her purse till she found the French perfume he bought her. Two squirts and she replaced it. Unable to wait any longer she practically ran to the bed. Untying the ribbon she gently removed the lid to the box. She gasped when she saw the corset.

Shiny leather the color of coal reflected her pale shocked face. Black lace traced along the edges and provided the cups for the breasts. The crotch with its three hook closure had a small opening in the front. It looked so small in the box, to small in fact. There was no way she could fit in that thing. With a trembling hand she ran her fingers down the cool material. So smooth , so sexy, so... not her. A zipper ran the length of the back with three closures at the top. So unsure but so anxious she tried it on. She almost giggled when she got the last closure fitted and looked in the mirror. It fit like a glove, like it was hand tailored just for her. The corset was tight in all the right places with enough room for flexibility. The rough lace scrapped her already sensitive nipples hardening them once again. The leather caressed her skin when she walked sending exquisite sensations everywhere. She moaned as the opening of the crotch rubbed against her jeweled clit when she moved. She was going to go insane by the end of the night.

Going back to the bed she lifted the tissue paper in the box and retrieved the other note. Opened it and read it.

"Your beautiful. I know that without even seeing you in it. In the closet there is a dress, shoes and a small box on the top shelf. You know what to do. See you in a few minutes."

Lacy looked at the clock. By her estimate she only had about 5 minutes left to get ready. She couldn't wait anymore. She wanted so badly to touch herself. To end this burning ache. If he found out she did that he might cancel the entire evening. She knew better to then to cross him so she did the only thing she could think of. She went to the closet. The dress was beautiful. Crimson red with sparkling bead work. The halter top dress had a hi low hem that flowed free and loose. Beneath it was a pair of three and half inch heel sandals with rhinestone straps. It was to much. She wanted to cry. She would probably do that later.

She put the dress and shoes on and remembered the box on the top shelf. The shoes helped elevate her enough to reach it. Pulling it down she opened it. She did cry then. Resting on a felt lining a shimmering diamond necklace with a pear shaped ruby stared up at her. The matching earrings resting in the middle were just as breathtaking. With shaking hands she put them on and went to the mirror. The corset, hidden under the dress had gotten warmer now. That didn't stop the sensations flowing from it. Running her hands down her slender hips round to her back side she twisted and turned while inspecting herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. Her hair was still damp but beginning to bunch up. Her modestly applied make up highlighted her blue eyes and perfect lips. The dress did her cleavage justice...or maybe it was the corset. She didn't even know she had cleavage. The low hem line of the dress wasn't overly long. Slightly shorter then she liked coming to a stop barely above the knee. Where as the high line of the dress came almost to crotch level. She would definitely have to keep her legs closed tonight. Well...

A knock on the door disrupted her thoughts.

Answering the door she politely smiled and told the gentleman she was ready and grabbed her purse.





Stepping out into the warm night air felt good. They stood there for a moment in silent till she heard the hum of an approaching vehicle. A Limo!! Shocked she looked at the man next to her in question. He said nothing but walked her to it and opened the door. For a moment she thought of turning around and running to her car. None of this could be really happening, she had to be dreaming. Then she smelled it. The cologne he wore wafted across her nose and her insides somersaulted. Excitement flooded her, slowly she made her way in and sat down. Antonio hadn't changed much since she last saw him. She took her time drinking him in. His wavy chestnut hair was slightly longer. The copper highlights seemed fewer this time though. Wearing a light blue button up dress shirt and black trousers that barely hid the impressive bulge she couldn't stop staring at. Freshly shaven with a smug look on his face he moved to positioned himself next to her. Framing her face in his large hands he kissed her on the lips. Just a feather light touch that had her trembling. Sitting so close he had her on the brink of going over the edge. Her nipples hard, clit screaming, she wanted to claw his eyes out for what he was doing to her. And she knew he knew.

"Your so beautiful Lace." He whispered in her ear as he licked and nibbled along her neck and shoulders. "My toy to do as I please."

"Yes Sir" Was all she could manage to strangle out. Of course he would say that knowing she would agree to anything.

He let his hands start roaming. Starting at her knee he traced his fingers over her leg. Over the hem of the dress slightly dragging the thin material with it. By the time he made it up to her breast she was dizzy with the effort to breath. Pinching her hard nipples through the dress he sent shock waves through her body. She moaned and tried to lean in closer. The lace and his roughness was driving her mad. Fisting her hands in his hair she tried to pull him in for another kiss. This only got a slap across her breast. Followed by another hard exquisite pinch and throaty moan. Suddenly he stopped. She wanted to scream at him. Settling on his knees in front of her he grabbed her behind her knees and yanked her forward off the seat. Startled she squealed and went to scoot back

"Lay back and spread your legs" The stern look on his face and the determination in his eyes set her heart racing even faster. What was he going to do? Fuck her right here in the back of the limo while the driver watched in the rear view mirror. He must have seen the look of fear on her face for he softened his expression a little and added. "There is a petition between us and the driver. He cant see or hear anything going on. Lay back, spread your legs and close your eyes."

Relaxing a little she settled into the seat and did as she was told. His fingers were warm and rough along her sensitive skin. Massaging her knees, thighs. He started to go higher lifting the hem of her dress. She went to put her hands to stop him. He bit them.

"Ouch!" She couldn't believe he actually bit her. She glared at him for a second but rather then argue put her hands back to her sides and again closed her eyes. She wanted.. no needed what he was doing. Lifting her hem higher he replaced them with his fingers. Dancing along her inner thigh teasingly going slowly higher.

"Wider! I want your legs farther apart." She didn't do this fast enough so Antonio grabbed her by the knees and forced them apart. She moaned and bunched her fist. Slowly he started tracing the outline of the corset. Gently scratching her inner thighs and the juncture at her crotch. The opening of her crotch had her labia exposed like smiling lips, the silver jewelry shining with invitation. Tracing her lips with his finger he tugged on the ring like a doorbell. She cried and arched her hips. Craving..needing more. With the flick of his fingers he unfastened the closures. She jumped but kept her eyes tightly closed. Her breathing was so loud he could almost hear it over the traffic and the music. Using his tongue he licked the marks he made along her legs till he was inches from her exposed clit. He fanned his hot breath over her spread pussy making her moan and thrust her hips up. Then he did it. Once. Twice. He flicked his tongue over her clit. She nearly screamed, biting her lip instead. She let out a loud gasp. She had to squeeze her hands into tight fists to stop herself from trying to touch.

"Please Sir, oh please... I want to cum" She pleaded with him. She knew better then to do it without his permission.

"No" He demanded as he picked up his tempo. Antonio continued lashing her with his tongue till she was soaked and gasping for air. Licking two fingers he slowly eased them into her tight juicy pussy. The walls of her pussy squeezing around them, swallowing them deep. Pumping them in and out Slow and steady at first. Moaning and crying she begged and pleaded. Increasing his rhythm he had her screaming and bucking off the seat in no time. Hot liquid flowing down her leg, drenching his wrists and the floor below. Tossing her head back and forth, she moaned and cried. She didn't know if she could stop herself if he continued what he was doing.

He kept this up till she was hoarse. Screams dying into whines and moans Her knuckles were white as sheets, fingernails biting into the flesh of her palms. Sweat glistened over her body. Tiny droplets streaming down her cleavage. He stopped.

"NO" She whined. She begged him with her eyes. "Please Sir, please don't stop" She didn't want him to stop. She wanted to cum. He would not be convinced. Closing her eyes she let the dying sensations wash over her. Every muscle was tied in knots. Pussy tight and wet. Clit throbbing and so close to cumming it was hard to breathe.

She felt something cold and slender being pushed into her hot pussy. Startled she jumped and tried to see what it was. He held her firm on the seat with his hand. Looking up at her, his passion glazed eyes calmed her. Whatever it was he wouldn't hurt her.

She watched as he flipped open the top of his ring and got a fingertip full of a clear gel. Opening her labia wide he spread it on her fully exposed clit. Just the slightest touch had her moaning and thrusting again. It was cool against her heat. But it tingled. Wow did it tingle. He pulled away and released her. Still she couldn't stop moving. Whatever it was it felt like a million fingers were caressing her clit at one time. Moving her hand over her clit she tried to touch but he slapped her hands and refastened the closures. She actually growled at him for doing that.

Giving her a stern look he demanded "Do not take it out or wipe that off. Do you understand me Lace!"

"Yes Sir" she complied meekly, still trying to regain her composure.

"Fix your dress and hair we are almost there"

Antonio sat back in the seat and rearranged his clothing as well. The bulge in his pants had gotten impressively larger. She wanted to reach over and free his cock. Put it in her mouth and lap at all his juices like he had done her. Seeing her looking at him with such hunger in his eyes he did just that. She shifted in the seat just enough to get a good grip. Grabbing the thick shaft she started stroking up and down the length. Using the liquid seeping out for lube. She rubbed along the head while continuing to stroke the shaft with the other hand. She kissed and licked and nibbled till he grabbed her by the hair and shoved his cock into her mouth. So far back she gagged, allowing her only few seconds at a time to get a breath. The tingling on her clit only added to her desire. She couldn't seem to move enough. He shoved her down one more time making her gag and pulled her away. Readjusting himself he refastened his trousers.

The limo stopped.

Brenda is an attractive but shy and lonely woman of thirty-two. She has been divorced for six months now. Even though there are bars where she could go and meet someone, she is not into the bar scene. She had over heard a couple of co-workers talking one day about internet chat rooms. She thought that might be a good way to have someone to at least talk to and relieve some of her boredom.

She had gone home that night and searched the internet for chat rooms. She was surprised to see that there were so many. How would she ever pick one? Closing her eyes, she moved her mouse and simply clicked. She just sat and watched the other chatters for a few minutes. They all seemed to know each other so well, she felt like she was intruding on private conversations so she closed the chat box. Going back to the search page, she just went down the list and clicked on several, going in to check them out for a few minutes.

After going into about ten different rooms, she gave up for the night. Some she had felt that she had nothing in common with the people who were chatting, others, though secretly intrigued with the topic of discussion; she was too shy to join in. Some were just down right disgusting to her. She decided to try again the following night.

At work the next day, her mind had played back one chats see had watched. She wasn't very sure what they had been talking about but knew its basis had to do with sex. Some of the peoples' screen names had the word 'Master' in front of it, some 'Sir'. That had stirred something deep within her. She gone into all of the chats as a quest and knew that she could sign up using any name she chose.

That evening, she returned to the site with the 'Masters' and 'Sirs'. She decided to sign up for the chat site. She paused and thought for a few moments about a screen name. She wanted something that fit her; she finally decided that since lately she tended to brood a lot she would use 'stormy' as her screen name.

After signing in to the chat room, it wasn't long before a few people said hello to her. She hesitated a bit before saying hello back. At first, she was hesitant to say anything about herself. She thought that they would think she was silly or stupid. Then someone by the screen name of 'Master Challenger' began speaking to her.

For some reason, she felt comfortable talking with him. He asked her if she would like to speak privately since he could tell that she was nervous and unsure talking in a public chat room. She thought that would be nice but didn't know how to have a private chat. He explained the process to her, she followed his instructions, and they began chatting privately.

She felt so at ease talking with him that she hadn't realized that it was way past the time she normally went to bed. When she saw the time, her only thought was that it was a good thing she didn't have to go to work the next day. Around three o'clock in the morning they decided to get offline, both agreeing to talk again.

As she lay in bed, unable to sleep due to the strange excited feeling in her belly, she thought back over their conversation. She had somehow managed to tell him all sorts of things about herself. How old she was, what she looked like down to her exact measurements. She had also told him about her divorce, how her husband had left her for someone whom he said could and would give him what he needed. This had puzzled her, as he had never told her what it was that he needed. They had been together for twelve years. When he had asked her about the kinds of things that she like to do sexually, she was at a loss as to what to say. She really didn't know what she liked as all her ex-husband had done was practically spread her legs, hump her a few times and then gone to sleep.

She was surprised at how openly she discussed her sex life or lack there of with him. Though she was alone, she could feel her face turning red in the darkness of the room.

Some of the things he told her about that he liked to do, startle her, some disgusted her, yet at the same time had sent chills down her spine. He had explain the Dominant/submissive lifestyle to her, explaining that he was as Dom, which is why he had the word 'Master' as part of his screen name. She had felt herself getting wet as he talked, though she didn't tell him that. That just seemed too personal to her.

She finally went to sleep wondering what it would feel like to have a man like him fuck her. What would it feel like to have his cock buried deep in her ass or mouth? Instead of the disgust she had felt earlier, she felt shivers of excitement travel through her to settle in her stomach.


Over the next two months, she talked with 'Master Challenger' often. She gave him her phone number after about six weeks. The first night he called her, his voice had her stomach doing flips. The warmth in her stomach spread to other parts of her body as she listened to him.

He would call her sometimes just to say hello and ask how her day went. At others, he would tell her of some of the things he would like to do to her were they to ever meet. He told her that his real name was Lowell and she told him her name was Brenda. He asked her if she would willingly submit to him and be his sub. She replied that yes, she would willingly submit to him but wondered how it would work without them actually being together.

He explained that he would tell her either online or over the phone what he wanted her to do and she was to do it. She was to tell him what she was feeling or how she liked it. He told her that he wanted her to get a web cam so that he could watch her. She was reluctant but agreed.

The next day after work, she had stopped at a local computer store and picked up a web cam. Though reluctant, she could feel the excitement building within her and could hardly wait for him to come online. She installed the web cam but had no way of checking out if he could really see her until he came online.

That evening, while online, he asked if she had done as he told her. She said that she had. He told her to turn the cam on, stand up away from it so that he could watch her as she stripped for him.

She did as he said, feeling slightly embarrassed as she stripped in front of the cam. For a moment, she worried if anyone else was watching as she removed her clothing.

Feeling that this was a big step for her, he did not have her do anything else other than to sit back at her computer and just become comfortable sitting there naked in front of him.

Each night for the next two weeks, he would have her do something else. One night it was to touch her breast for him, then to pinch or twist one of her nipples while they chatted. At the end of the two weeks, he had her lying on her bed, fucking herself with a cucumber for him.

He called her the next day and thanked her for cumming for him with the cucumber. Then he told her that he wanted to meet her in real life. They decided to make this first meeting a public one out of safety concerns. She had told him that she would try to get there early so he would not have to wonder if he had followed her directions correctly. She had described her vehicle to him so that if he did not see her right away at least he would know that she was there.

They chose the park thinking that there would be other people there, but with no one near enough to over here them. Surprisingly, for such a beautiful day, there was no one about but her. She sat on a park bench within sight of her car though there was a row of short hedges between her and it.

While sitting there in the sun with the slight breeze occasionally stirring her hair, she closed her eyes to thoughts of her conversations with him online. Smiling softly to herself, she thought of how much easier it is to say some things through a computer. Had she already known him or already met him, she would have been too embarrassed, but now they are out of the way. He knows her deepest most private fantasies, her fears, her desires. Lost in thought, she never heard the car pull up and stop.

When he pulled his car to the curb and saw her sitting there, he had to look up towards the sky. Not a storm cloud anywhere but he knew that there was one coming and it was almost ready to break. Looking back at her as he opened his door, he thought how wonderful and at home she looked. Her screen name did indeed fit her, but not for the reasons she thought. She caused storms to build within him every time they chatted or talked on the phone. When he had first seen her with her web cam, he had known that he would have to meet her in person.

He quietly closed his door not wishing to disturb her and take this moment from her. Slowly, he walked over to her, being careful not to cast a shadow across her face. As he stood in front of her, the storm with in him broke, he could not wait to hold her in his arms and take all that she had offered online. He was hoping that now that they were actually together, the offer still stood.

She opened her eyes slowly; not wanting to leave the warmth those conversations brought her just yet. When she did finally open her eyes, he was standing in front of her. Was he here or just a hallucination from her thoughts? It felt as though butterflies were flitting around in her belly. She felt herself becoming wet and a heat was growing between her legs. If this was a hallucination, it was a damn good one. With her knees quivering a bit, she stood to find out if he is real or hallucination.

He enclosed her in his arms as she stood, dispelling any thoughts of him being a hallucination. Tilting he head back to see his face, their mouths met in a heated kiss. Her hands gripped his chest through his shirt as their mouths hungrily ate at each other. As the kiss continued, she moved her hands up behind his head weaving her fingers in his hair as she pulled his mouth tighter against her own, causing her own lips to bruise.

His hands had also encircled her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. As they broke the kiss, they let their hands travel over the other's body, feeling the clothing the other wore keeping them from what they both wanted.

Without conscious thought, they began to undress one another. Not paying attention as buttons popped loose or to the sounds around them. With their clothing now scattered about them on the ground, they let their hands roam over each other, feeling muscles tense and jump at the various touches.

As one of his hands found her breasts, the other found the source of the growing heat and wetness she felt earlier. His hands simultaneously teased and tortured her nipples and pussy.

Moaning, she had both hands on his hard cock, squeezing and rubbing her hands over the length of it. Feeling it flinch as she let her fingers pass over its sensitive head. Feeling the precum at the tip of his cock, she made little circles with the tip of her finger, teasing the small slit from which it had come.

Groaning at her touch, he gripped her nipple between his fingers and pinched its firmness, as he let the tip of one finger slip into the opening of her pussy.

Letting her body slide down his, pulling her pinched nipple from his fingers, her tongue touched the tip of his cock. Licking at the precum and teasing the slit, probing it with tip of her tongue. She lowered her mouth, covering his cock as she felt his hand seize her hair. Moving her head up and down, her mouth and tongue sliding over his cock, she could feel his desire.

Wanting to cum, he stopped her by pulling her mouth from his cock by her hair. Kneeling in front of her, placing one arm around her shoulders, he gently lowered her back to the ground. Helping her ease her legs from their now uncomfortable position, he spread them wide to see her wet pussy. He put his hand over her pussy, feeling how wet she has become as he slid two fingers deep inside as she pushed towards him.

Not being able to stand it any longer, kneeling as he is between her legs, he grabs her hips. Bringing her pussy to his cock, he rams into her. Rising slightly on his knees, holding her tight against him, begins fucking her as hard as he can, burying himself deep within her hot flesh.

The storm bursts within him as his climax rolls over him. His cock throbbing hard as it shoots his cum in her. Her pussy coating his cock with her cum as she convulses around him as her own climax takes her.

He continues to hold her tight against him as their throbbing subsides. He can tell that the storm has not ended but only begun as he gently lets her hips back down to the ground. As his cock slid out of her, he wanted to bury himself back inside of her warm flesh.

If she had still been thinking of him as a hallucination, his hard cock inside of her would have dislodged that thought. When he entered her, her mind entered heaven. He had felt so right buried in her, his cock had tasted so good in her mouth. In those moments, she had felt as though she were a part of him and him of her. With her pussy now empty, she felt lost and adrift. He hands still on her hips keeping her on the ground.

Neither of them having said a word to the other during the whole time now looked at each other smiled and at the same time said hello.

Hearing a car not too far off, he offered her his hand as he stood. Once they were standing, they picked up their scattered clothing, watching the other dress as the car pulled up. Walking hand in hand to her car, their shirts hastily buttoned and crooked. They smiled to the elderly couple that was exiting the newly arrived car.

Opening her car door for her, he stepped back out of her way, their eyes met. They could see the fire of passion and need still burning in the depths of the others eyes.

Not having planned to fuck in the park, they had made reservations for him at a nearby motel. Getting back to their original plan, after closing her car door behind her, he got into his to follow her to the motel.

When they arrived, she sat in her car while he checked in and got his room key. While she was sitting there, she could not help but think about their actions in the park. She knew that online, there had been some sort of attraction for him but she never dreamed that she would react that way to him in person.

His body had felt marvelous against her hands. His hard chest muscles, smooth as her hands slid over them, his cock so hard and throbbing in her hands. She could not wait to feel him against and inside of her again. Her body still ached for him and his touch.

She saw him as he came out of the motel lobby and watched as he got into his car to drive closer to where his room was. Once they had parked their cars outside of his room, she got out of her car and waited on him to retrieve his bag from the trunk of his and unlock the door.

Once inside the door, before he had even closed it good, she was removing her clothes. She heard him let his bag drop to the floor and turned to him. He too was removing his clothing.

Their clothing removed, she stepped into his open and waiting arms. They just stood that way for a few minutes, just feeling the other. She asked in a passion-choked voice how his drive up had been.

He merely nodded and in a rough voice said that it had been well worth it.

She could feel his cock beginning to grow hard against her. As she tried to push away from him; wanting to kneel at his feet to take it in her mouth; she felt him lift her feet off the floor.

Moving with her held against the length of his body, he backed over to the foot of the bed, when he felt the bed against the back of his legs, he loosened his arms just enough to allow her to slide down his body.

She let her legs fold beneath her as she slid to the floor, his cock rubbing against her as she slid. Once she was on the floor between his legs, she reached for his cock with her hand and brought it to her hungry mouth. As she sucked it into her mouth, he slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, bracing himself with his hands gripping her hair, moving with her head up and down over his cock. Taking her mouth off his cock only to lick around the head and down its length, sucking each of his balls gently into her mouth before licking her way back up to take him in her mouth once more. Moving slowly over him, feeling him growing and harden in her mouth. Her body aching with a need of its own as his cock grew filling her mouth.

She felt him release her hair with one hand only to feel that hand grip one of her breasts, causing her to moan even more. As she sucked at him, his fingers pinched, twisted and pulled at her nipple, causing her to suck harder and fast on his cock. With every pinch, roll, twist or pull of her nipple, she came closer and closer to another climax. Keeping her mouth still on his cock, trying to concentrate on not biting him, he pushed her over the edge. Her cum wetting her feet as it ran down between her thighs, following the trough made by her calves. Once she is past the pinnacle of her climax, she began moving her mouth over his cock again.

Her moans were driving him wild. Bringing both hands along side her lower jaws, he pulls her up to kiss her mouth. He eased back on the bed, dragging her with him. He moved down so that that his ass was just the edge of the bed.

She slid backwards to straddle his hips, her thighs brushing against the end of the bed as she lowered her pussy down over his cock. Using her legs, she pushed against floor to raise and lower her pussy up and down his cock. He raised his shoulders off the bed just enough to be able to reach her breasts as she rode him.

When she felt his hands on her breasts, she raised her arms, placing her hands behind her neck. This caused her breasts to thrust forward against his hands. She slid her hand up, pushing her long brown hair up off her neck as her already hot body heated even more.

He let her fuck him until the desire to be in her ass was too strong to deny. Feeling her ass come down on his thighs makes his cock ache with the need to be in it. Without a word, he gripped her hips and lifted her off his cock as he sat up on the bed.

She stepped back off his legs and looked at him with mild confusion as he stood. She began to kneel in front of him to take his cock back in her mouth when he placed his hand behind her head and pushed/pulled her to the bed. He then pushed her head over and down the bed. Her ass jutted out at the perfect height. She moved her head enough to be able to look backwards at him.

He stepped back to look at her ass and pussy. He pussy gleamed in its wetness. Stepping forward, he pushed his hand between her legs, forcing her to spread them apart. He pushed his middle finger deep in her pussy, coating it with her fluid before pulling it out. He smiled at the moan that escaped her lips. As he pushed his wet finger against the tight hole of her ass, she gasped.

He held his finger against her ass until she relaxed and began pushing against it. She gasping turned to moans as his finger breached the tight hole; slowly he pushed it further into, gently fucking her ass with his finger. As her moans deepened, he removed his finger and pressed the tip of his cock against her ass. She pushed against him, taking the head of his cock into her ass. His hands on her hips stopped her from taking any more of him in.

Holding her still, he let the throbbing of her ass subside before he gave her a gentle tug and began to slowly press forward as she pushed backwards. He let her move at her own pace, he had told her what to expect and had her fuck her ass with a carrot in preparation for him. Her ass though tight, accepted his cock eagerly. He groaned as she pushed her ass to the base of his cock.

Looking back at him over her shoulder, she licks her lips as she bean to move slowly forward. When she felt the rim of his cock nudge against the inside of her ass, she pushed back over him.
At her teasing, he gripped her hips, held her still and moved slowly in and out of her a few times before increasing his pace and the force of his thrusts. She met his hard thrusts, pushing her ass tight against him each time.

She stretched her arms out in front of her as her body tensed, her fingers gripping the bedspread until her knuckles whitened. Her breathing was ragged as she reached the point of orgasm.

The muscles of his legs bunched together and his back arched as his slammed into one last time sending his cock deep in her ass. The pulsing of his cock squirt his hot cum in her ass as her cum coated his balls.

He stood holding tightly to her ass until the pulsing of his cock subsided along with the throbbing of her ass. He lowered his body to the bed, covering and pressing her down onto the bed. As he body relaxes from the powerful climax, he collapses on top over her, pushing her into the bed. His cock throbs in her ass and her ass throbs around his cock, milking the last of his cum from him.

Keeping his semi hard cock in her ass, he slowly starts working his cock in and out of her. He keeps slowly fucking her ass until his cock is hard again, then he quickens his pace fucking her faster and faster. He does not thrust hard into this time, as he does not want to cum in her ass this time. However, he does want to reach the edge.

She is pushing against him as he thrusts into her ass. He reaches the point of another climax, quickly pulling out of her ass; he rolls her over and positions himself over her face. Her mouth opens to catch his cum as it shoots out the tip of his cock. Raising her head slightly to take his cock in her mouth, she began sucking and licking his cum and the taste of her own ass.

When she opens her mouth to release his cock from its captivity, he moves to kneel in the floor at her feet. Spreading her legs, he buries his face in her wet pussy. Grinding his chin into the opening of her pussy, he used his upper lip and tongue play with her clit. Nipping and licking her pussy, drinking in her juices, he nips her clit and scrapes it with his teeth. He slips two of his fingers into pussy fucking her with them as his teeth tease her clit. Removing those two fingers, he replaces them with two from his other hand. The two he removed, he slid into her ass. Fucking both her ass and her pussy with his fingers, he brought her to another climax. Her cum running over his face like a river freed from a dam, into his mouth, over his hands and down his chin.

As her body relaxed, he withdrew his fingers from her. Standing, he climbed up onto the bed next to her. Taking her in his arms, he lifted her against him and he moved them both up to the head of the bed. There they lay holding one another.

The storm was far from being over. It was as if they were in the eye of a hurricane, waiting for the other side of the storm to hit. They lay there, neither saying a word, waiting as they feel their own separate storms brewing within themselves.

Coming home from a busy day, all Kathy wanted was to sink into a hot bath and then into bed. Tomorrow couldn’t be as bad as today had been. Soon the bath had the stress of the day melting away. Steam on the mirrors and mountains of bubbles floating on the surface of the water began to take over, and she started to sink into little subconscious thoughts. She started to daydream.

Kathy loved to dream about being a slut or concubine. It was her favorite thing. She imagined herself naked and captive, in a brothel. One of many captives, kept for the pleasure of men. There were clothed women there. They were female guards who keep watch over them like horses in a stable. At any time, she could be chosen to pleasure from one to many men, in any way they wanted. To be used or "ridden,” as one of the girls had explained her recent torment. They had no say in what they liked or didn't like...would or wouldn’t do. They were completely at the disposal of their captures.

Kathy dreamed she was wearing nothing but a collar, along with the other women. They spend their days, sitting and talking, sometimes about the situations they had been forced into. A few girls even talked of how they loved being in this situation.



"Can you just imagine the thought of it?" asked one young girl. "To be constantly naked, unable to cover yourself, and at any time a group of men can come and look you over, totally inspecting you. Then, they can take you in whatever way they wish. And, the thought of not knowing what is going to happen, when you are being dragged away."



Kathy was thrilled at this possibility, wondering who may come for her, or if there would be one or even several of them. As she sat on pillows, nasty little thoughts ran through her mind, of the different things she had heard from the others. Would they take her roughly? Would they bind and whip her or otherwise punish her? She could barely sit still, with those thoughts going through her head.

She imagined herself being inspected by the men, and her naked body being probed or poked, as if to find a perfect victim for whatever their devious minds were planning.

Just then, the large double doors opened, and in walked several men. They were smiling and laughing, as they stopped and talked among themselves. The girls stood, as the men made their choices. One, who was obviously the leader, pointed to four of the girls. Then he commanded the female guards to bring the chosen girls and follow them.

Kathy nearly fainted, as she was chosen with this group. The guards rounded up the four, and their wrists were cuffed behind their backs. Leashes were clipped to their collars and they were lead through two more large wooden doors, and into another room. Once through the doors, the girls were in a room with a large number of men. They felt every hungry pair of eyes was looking at them.

"There must be nearly 50 men in here," said one. "This is too much. They'll kill us.” Concerned for her safety, the girl panicked. But, the guards held her, and forced the girls forward to four strange devices, in the middle of the room. They looked like upside down chairs, without the legs. Instead of legs, there were eyebolts and leather straps secured in various spots, with a padded cushion, in the middle. The straps were at the back and bottom, and there was one large strap on the top, by the cushion.

Each girl was positioned at the back edge of one of these inverted chairs, ankles secured with the straps at the bottom. Once that was done, they were bent forward, until laying face down, on the cushions. The straps at the back of their knees were tightly buckled, as were the ones at the small of their backs. This left them immobilized with their upper torso hanging forward, from their secured waist. With minor struggling, testing their bonds and realizing their apparent position, the women then wondered what was their fate. Wrists bound behind them, and tightly secured to this apparatus, each one was soon going to find out.

Kathy struggled in her bonds. She was excited at her predicament and was getting wet between her legs, but hoped nobody noticed. No telling what they’ll do to me if they find out I like this, she thought.

Kathy had a cute little face, long wavy blonde hair and perky little tits. She had a nice little tight ass that clenched enticingly as she wiggled in her bonds.

Beside her was Pam. A pretty, little red head, with long hair and freckles on her face. She had a creamy white body and perfectly shaped tits. Her ass was nice, too, the way it clenched with her struggling. She was furious with her captors. She didn’t want to be there, and demanded they better let her go, "right now!” This brought a roar of laughter from the men in the room. All of her struggling and protests only excited them, as they formed a line in front of her.

Karen was another blonde, with long flowing hair. She had a very slender and boyish figure. Her hard nipples stood out against her nearly flat chest. Beth, was a shorthaired brunette. She was tall with an athletic body, toned and fit. Both Karen and Beth were silent as they waited for what was to happen.

Behind the bound girls, a couple of the women guards unceremoniously inserted lubricated butt plugs into the girl's tight asses. Obviously, audible complaints could be heard as each felt the invasion of her ass by the plug. Moans and whimpers of protest only increased the excitement in the room. But, these were not just the normal training plugs, as the lead guard explained.

"Now, girls, you have just felt the insertion of anal plugs into your sweet little asses. These are not ordinary plugs, but more advanced, with electrical stimulation. So, if you don't do as you are told, your ass could be shocked as a punishment. How long or how often this happens will be completely up to any of the men in this room, so I advise you to perform with great skill, if you don't want to find out.” With this statement, she placed a footswitch in front of each girl. Facing the men, she said "Pressing these switches will get your girl to do as she is told. Use them as you wish.”

Pam shrieked at this. "Shocked? What is going on here? Stop this, NOW! I want out of here! NOW...RIGHT NOW!"

The guard walked over to Pam, turned, and faced the men. "It seems we need an example here, and I think I know who should be our guinea pig." Turning back to Pam, she stepped on the footswitch in front of her. A quick shock was pulsed through the plug in her ass, and Pam let out a loud scream, as her body jerked in reaction to it. She was then reduced to submissive whimpers.

"Now, see how effective this is?" Murmurs of approval were heard throughout the room.

"So girls, are you getting the picture, here? You are bound in this position for a reason, and these men are lining up in front of you for a reason. They’re just off ship, where they were out to sea for a long, long time. You are their pleasure toys for the duration of their needs. Now, let the fun begin!"

The girls were twisting in their bonds, testing them for strength. Without help, they couldn’t hold their heads up for long and they’d soon be hanging limp, from the waist. But, that wouldn’t be for long. The first man in line before each girl moved up to take charge. Each had a large swollen cock, just begging to be shoved down the throat of a hot captive mouth.

Pam, still whimpering from the shock in her ass, raised her head to see the first man in line before her. She couldn’t quite turn enough to see more than his hairy legs and that enormous cock! The head was so large, how could it pass her lips? She couldn’t even imagine it going any farther. She started shrieking again, thrashing her head from side to side. "NO, NO, NO, It's too big! It's too big! You can't! You can't! NO, PLEASE!"

During all of this ranting, the man grabbed her head in his hands, and pulled her body up to him. He held her tight, grabbing both her red hair and ears for leverage. Holding her face directly in front of his bouncing cock, he waited for just the right moment. When Pam was shrieking the word "NO...." her mouth nice and wide, with a quick lunge he rammed his cock down her throat.

Pam's screams were quickly turned into muffled whimpers, and she struggled to open her mouth and throat enough for that enormous thing. The whole room was watching this, and loud roars of approval filled the room. But these roars were quick to silence, because of the show they saw before them. Pam was getting her throat fucked, and watching her do her best to open her tiny little mouth was enthralling the men.

Deeper and deeper, that cock went down her throat, only to be pulled nearly out of her mouth. Then, right back again, down her throat. Pam's throat was visibly filled, and that enormous head could be seen sliding up and down. As he pulled it out, saliva was glistening all over the shaft. And when he shoved it back in, Pam's lips were glistening, too, and saliva dripped down her chin and onto the floor. Her eyes were wide, and she was still attempting her protests. But the cock in her mouth was now in charge, and her protests were coming out as only whimpers.

The man was now pumping harder and faster. He got a better hold on his captive's head, and he pushed deeper into Pam's poor throat. Now, she was gagging on it, as she felt it grow even larger. Her little mouth was completely filled with this hot burning cock, and she was doing her best to open to its torment. But now, her jaw was so tired, she had to submit to this invading thing.

Gulping at it the best she could, she tried to make him happy, in the hope he would soon finish. Because her mouth was so tired, she let him do all the work, forming her mouth into just a fuck hole. But, soon he realized she was doing this and yelled at her to "SUCK IT!" He grabbed her head tighter and again yelled at her "SWALLOW IT, BITCH. SWALLOW IT DOWN YOUR THROAT!" He said it with such a commanding tone, she snapped out of her trance, and tried her best to open her little mouth, and suck his hard cock, just as he said. But, it was so big, she couldn’t take it all, and again she was gagging on it, as he rammed it hard, into her mouth.

Thinking she was not listening to him, he pushed the foot switch and her tight little ass was sent into convulsions from the shock of the butt plug. Her body jerked in reaction to it, but he kept her head steady and his cock was in her hot little mouth. He waited for her to scream from the shock, and then rammed his cock deep into her throat.

With her mind on the shock, and her mouth wide open, she was caught off guard for his cock ramming so deep into her. She tried to scream again, but with her mouth full of his pulsing cock, she was not even heard. The man held her head tightly, and his cum started shooting into her mouth. It was hot and was quickly filling her mouth and throat. She tried her best to swallow it all, but it seemed like gallons. He twitched and jerked, as his cock shot over and over. He rammed his cock so deep into her mouth; her nose was smashed against his hairy stomach. Pam continued to swallow hard, gulping his hot juice down her tiny throat. She was worried she might choke, if he didn’t pull his cock out, and allow her to breathe.

The man's body jerked, as he was groaning, and deeply involved. His cock was still shooting globs of hot cum into Pam's little mouth. But, because he had pressed it, his foot was still close to the foot switch. During his jerking about, his foot pressed down on it again, without his knowledge. Again, the plug shocked Pam's little hole, and again she was caught off guard. Again, his cock deep in her mouth stifled her screams. One last time, he lunged deep into her throat, and his cock shot its last bit of cum. His final moans came as he tried to keep on his feet.

He staggered backward, and his cock popped out of Pam's mouth. She gasped for air, as his cum oozed from the corners of her mouth and dripped from her chin. They were both visibly out of breath. Pam's bound body was lurching, as she tried to regain her strength.

The man slowly moved out of the way and the second man quickly moved into position, in front of Pam. He waited for her to catch her breath, but soon grabbed her head between his hands, waiting for the right moment to shove his hard cock into her freshly used mouth.

Pam then understood what was about to happen and she again became vocal. But, more than complaints, now they were closer to pleas. "Please, no. Please, enough. I can’t take any more. Noooo...”

But, of course, she was going to take more. That was what she was there, for. And, in the middle of her pleas, her throat was again quickly filled with a hard cock.

While all of this was going on, Kathy was getting just what she wanted. Her first man was very well endowed, and she opened wide, inviting him to fuck her willing mouth to his climax. She loved being bound and used, and was almost to passing out, from the thrill of one of her fantasies being played out. But, she remembered not to give this away, and just kept her position as a used mouth, hoping her excitement wouldn’t be noticed.

This first man grabbed her head and roughly fucked her mouth. She liked watching, as this hard thing slid in and out of her mouth. She tried to enhance their enjoyment, by sucking hard, when he pulled out. And, she loved the feel of it, as he forcefully shoved it back into her mouth. He grabbed the hair on top of her head, and watched, as he fucked her mouth. The visual effect excited him more, and Kathy felt his cock grow in size.

She couldn’t get enough of this treatment, and let out a submissive whimper in appreciation. She got more and more excited at how it felt to be bound and used, in this way. She loved being treated as a little naked captive, being forced to pleasure many men with her mouth. She could hear the other girls being forced into the same situation.

The room echoed of masculine moans and groans and submissive whimpers of sucking mouths. Kathy looked into the glazed eyes of this man, and saw the sweat dripping off his forehead. She could smell him, when he shoved his cock deep into her throat. That intoxicating scent was driving her crazy. Kathy was in heaven. A strange man's cock was invading her mouth. What could be better? She looked behind the man and saw a long line of hard cocks. She let out another little whimper at what she saw, and continued to enjoy her position.

The man was enjoying her mouth. He started fucking faster, but Kathy wasn’t new to this. She had sucked hard cocks before, and knew how to keep them happy. But this was a little different, because she could only use her mouth to make this cock happy. She usually had her hands free to shove her fingers in dark sensitive places. Although this was a different experience for her, she was in heaven. She tried to tighten her grip on the cock in her mouth. Her soft lips sucked harder, as at the same time, her teeth were pulled back. She tickled it with her tongue, as it slid in and out of her willing mouth. She looked up to see the pleasured look on his face, as she expertly manipulated his cock. She could sense his hunger, when he grabbed her head, for a better grip on his fuck hole.

Kathy felt her wetness running down the inside of her legs, to the strap that held her knees. She couldn’t help show her excitement by wiggling her bound body, and testing her bonds. A hungry cock was fucking her willing mouth. She tried to breathe in-between his thrusts. Her saliva was dripping onto the floor beneath her.

Over and over, his hard meat drove into her mouth, and down her throat. The man's eyes became glassy, as he grew close to cumming. As her throat was used, Kathy came closer to her own orgasm. Did she dare to let herself cum, in the presence of these men?

Of course, the other men in line were watching this. One made the comment that the foot switch should be pushed at least once, just to experience the feeling of the complete control of this captive. And, just after this was mentioned, the man stepped on the foot switch.

The shock of the butt plug in her ass shocked Kathy's cute little ass and caused her into a reflex action that surely would have thrown her across the room, if she hadn't been bound to that device. But, because she heard the men talking, she wasn’t caught completely off guard, as Pam had been, before. It was a powerful experience, and also humiliating to be bound and commanded to service several men with only her mouth. Then, to experience the added humiliation of an electrified butt plug that was shoved in her ass for the single purpose of achieving even more servitude.

The shock did its job, and Kathy let out a scream from the pain. And the man timed his thrust with her scream. Only a small portion of her scream was heard before it was quieted with a cock driving into her throat. Because her mouth and throat were so open from the scream, this cock went deeper than before, and she felt the hard head at the back of her throat. Just as it reached its final depth, she felt the hot liquid start filling her throat.

He moved his hands to the back of Kathy's head, and held his cock deep in her throat, as it painted the back of her gullet with his cum. She gladly gulped it down, doing her best to keep up, and not gag. He groaned loudly as his cock kept filling her mouth. Someone of lesser abilities would have choked, but not Kathy. She loved the taste of a man's cum. But, she was amazed at the volume. She decided it must be because they have been at sea for so long.

Thick as tapioca, but both sweet and salty, she enjoyed this man, as much as he was enjoying her. She sucked him dry, with a whimper of disappointment when it was over. He let out a final moan, as her mouth tried not to let go. She looked up into his eyes, and licked her lips. A smile formed on his face, as he turned to walk away.

Kathy hadn't noticed, but there was now a pool of saliva on the floor, under her head. And, the wetness of her crotch exploded when she felt his cum hit the back of her throat. There was a puddle of her sex juices on and around her bound feet. It would be obvious to anyone that she had enjoyed this. She hoped it wouldn’t be used against her. After all, why should she hate serving these men? And, there was always Pam, if they wanted someone who needed to be tamed.

She was startled out of her thoughts by the next man in line grabbing her head. She looked up at him, and licked the last of cum from her lips. Then, she opened her mouth wide, in acceptance of another hard masculine cock.

It didn’t seem that Pam had calmed down any. She had a second cock in her mouth, but she was still doing her best to get out of the fix she was in. Twisting and turning, fighting it all the way, but she just didn’t realize what she was doing. All of her protesting was only going to get her more of what she protested about. That cock in her mouth wasn’t going to go away until it was satisfied, no matter how much she wanted it to. And, there were more cocks waiting in line.

The man on the other end of that cock was enjoying Pam's protesting. He began to treat her as he viewed her ... just a pretty mouth to fuck. "Yeah, fight with me, bitch. I love it. Fight all you want, but I'm gonna fuck your little mouth, down to your toes." While saying this, he got a better hold on her head, and rammed his cock deeper down her throat.

Moaning loudly, he watched her cute little ass cheeks clenching. He loved using this little bitch. Pam was having none of it. She squirmed and wiggled, but she couldn’t get free. She did what she could, but the cock just continued to ravage her mouth. Her screams were stifled into muffled little protests, adding to the pleasure of the man using her. He encouraged little Pam with his words.
"You like this, don't you slut? You love my cock in your mouth. I can tell you do. You like how your cute little freckled nose is smashed hard against my stomach, don't you? And, you love how my big cock tickles the back of your throat. Open wide, bitch. I'm gonna give you more of what you love."

Pam's eyes were wide with fire. She wanted this to stop. She continued her resistance, in hopes she could discourage these men. But, her defenses were mostly taken from her.

Her present tormentor continued to talk. "Come on, little girl, open that sweet little mouth up. Either you open it up, or I am going to force it open. I love taming a prissy little spoiled brat; so complain all you want girl. I love it."

Pam was still defiant. She was naked and bound. A strange man's cock was using her mouth. It was difficult to think straight. His powerful cock was relentless. How could she get out of this situation? She decided to bite his cock. Maybe that would get him to stop. It was the only tool she had. So, when that big cock was deep in her throat, she raked her teeth against it, on the backstroke. On his next thrust, she did the same thing. This got a reaction out of him, but not the reaction she was planning on. "Oh, baby, bite me! Oh, yeah, bite me, you little slut. I love it! A little pain doesn't bother me."

Pam tried biting down on his cock again, but on the head, this time. The man moaned in ecstasy at the little girl's attempts to hurt him. He just rammed his cock harder into her mouth to show her he loved it. In one last-ditch effort to get him to stop, she bit down hard. This time she got his attention.

"Shit! Fuck, you little bitch! You bit me!" To show this little bitch who was boss, he stepped on the foot switch and Pam's bound body tensed up with the pain of the shock in her ass. The timing of his thrust down her open throat quieted her scream. She screamed bloody murder, but he held her head steady, and picked up speed with his cock, using fierce punishing thrusts into her mouth. Harder than before, he pushed so hard, her back arched from the force. Her little ass clenched with each of his thrusts, and he loved the view.

Pam's eyes were full of tears now, as she felt she had no way out of her torment. She had always been the little princess, always getting what she wanted, when she wanted it. When she said yes, things happened. When she said no, they didn’t. This was a total reverse for her. She was not the one in charge. She was not the one in control. This man was using her mouth, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. How much longer would she have to take this? How many more men would use her before her torment was done?

Pam was on one side of Kathy, and Karen was on the other. She was also busy swallowing an enormous cock as it repeatedly pumped into her pretty mouth. Only whimpering sounds could be heard from her, but she seemed to be enjoying her position nearly as much as the man using her mouth. He reached down and pulled on her hard nipples, and a raspy moan came from deep within her throat. He watched her ass cheeks clench with his every thrust.

He had not used the footswitch nor did the man before him use it. Karen was experienced with this sort of situation. She loved sucking hard cocks. She was not new to this scene, and had been tied over this bench before. She had swallowed strange men's cum before and would swallow more in the future. She was happy having her mouth used in this way.

Beth was on the other side of Karen. Her bright blue eyes glared with fire at her captors. She was not happy in her situation. But, unlike Pam, Beth was older and wiser. She knew she should play along with these men, because she knew it was best. Beth was also not new to this scene, and had been used this way, many times. She knew what a man wanted from her mouth, and was willing to give him his satisfaction. She knew the quicker she could make each man cum, the quicker this would all be over.

The man fucking her mouth was weak in the knees. He had trouble keeping his balance because of the way Beth's mouth performed. He gasped and groaned, as his cock slid in and out of her tight lips. The sucking sounds from her mouth were nearly as loud as his moans. It was obvious she had his attention. He soon came with a powerful orgasm, and she swallowed hard and fast. He collapsed on the floor, dazed but satisfied, as Beth licked her lips with a smile.

The next man in line was quick to move up, his hard cock in hand and aching for release. Beth opened her mouth willingly, with her tongue curled out, as she said "Ahhh.” Stumbling past the man on the floor, his cock quickly found her mouth and he moaned in pleasure when she slurped it up. It wouldn’t be long for this guy, Beth thought to herself. Her plan was working perfectly.

Karen could hear all of the slurping and moaning beside her, and considered it a challenge. She thought she could cause her line of men to moan and gasp as well as, if not better than Beth’s. After all, Beth was doing this just to make it all end quicker. Karen, on the other hand, loved this situation and knew what it took to make a man cum. And, she loved a challenge, when she knew she could win. Her mouth turned into a Hoover vacuum cleaner, clamping down on the cock in her mouth. She looked up to see the eyes of the man attached to this cock rolling back in his head. He moaned loudly, as he reached for her head.

Grabbing handfuls of hair, he shoved his cock deep into Karen's mouth, loving the deep sucking action she gave it, both going in and coming out. The cheeks of his ass clenched tightly, as he pushed forward to get deeper into this tight sucking hole. Karen did not disappoint him, creating a wet friction with her sucking action, giving him pleasure he had only dreamed of. "God, suck it, baby. Suck that cock dry. Hoover me, then I will shoot down your pretty throat. God, that feels so good...!"

This intrigued Karen, and she sucked even harder on that pulsing cock. Blubbering sounds of pleasure came from the man, as he tried to keep standing. Karen's eyes glistened, as he roughly pulled her hair. She felt his hard cock go down into her throat, as his pace quickened and jerked in the spasms of his climax. His cum shot down and coated her throat and Karen gulped it down as best she could.

The man gasped and moaned as he gripped her head, holding it still against his stomach. With his cock deep down her throat, Karen sucked it completely. To keep standing, he leaned forward, pressing his hands on her back for balance. His body convulsing, hunched over her head, Karen kept sucking, feeling him soften in her mouth. His powerful climax nearly over, the man tried to catch his breath, still leaning on Karen's shoulders. His cock slipped out of her mouth and she swallowed one last time, grinning as the man was still gasping for breath.

Standing in line behind him, the next man was impatient to experience Karen's Hoover. He stroked his hard cock, waiting, as finally the exhausted man moved to the side and out of the way. He moved up in position and Karen was ready to go. She took this fresh cock into her mouth and he watched it disappear down her hot throat. Automatically, she began sucking hard and fast. He was caught off guard, and groaned deep within his throat. He threw his head back and growled in pleasure from the feeling Karen's mouth was giving him. He wasted no time thrusting into her throat, gasping as he grabbed her hair to hold on.

Poor little Pam was having a rough time of it. But her problems were caused by her own actions. These men seemed to love nothing better than to tame a cute little red head. Her protests only egged them on. Her bound body was jerking and twitching, as her mouth was stuffed with cock. Her tight little ass was clenching as she constantly fought against the men fucking her mouth. Her lips were coated with dried cum of strange men and it felt like she had swallowed gallons to keep from choking on it. Her small mouth had been forced open for what seemed like hours and her tiny ass had been shocked while the men laughed at her agony.

She was brought back to her vicious reality by the commanding voice ringing in her ears. "Suck it, you little bitch! Suck it down your throat, all the way down to my balls," the man yelled at her. He laced his fingers together behind her head, and pumped deep into her mouth. She whimpered a little protest as her mouth was violated again and again. The head of his cock tickled the back of her throat with each thrust of his hips. He watched the wires of the butt plug in her ass wiggle as she repeatedly clenched her butt cheeks. It excited him to watch this wiggle.

"Such a cute little ass you have," he told her. "Such a cute little ass...I would love to shove my cock in that...oh, God, oh...Gawd...yes, YES!" his climax cut short his words, spilling cum into Pam's mouth. "Swallow it, you little bitch...swallow it all." Pam did the best she could, swallowing hard. He continued to pump her mouth, gasping and groaning the whole time. Soon, it was over again. Another man had fucked Pam's mouth. Another man had cum down her throat.

The next man in line yelled aloud "Next!" as he moved up into position in front of Pam. He waved his hard cock in front of her, slapping her cheeks with it and poking her nose with it. "You want my cock, little girl?" he said, in a tormenting way. "You want me to fuck your cute little mouth with this big mean thing?" he continued. Pam tried to ignore him, turning her head away from his cock when she could.

But, this man was having none of that. He liked this little red headed girl with the freckles. He loved the look on her face. The look of innocence used by force. He continued to slap her face with his cock, asking her those same questions over and over. "Well, little girl, do you want it? Are you ready for a real mouth fuck now? Such a sweet little mouth you have. It will soon be stuffed with my cock. It's a man size cock."

Pam was still shaking her head back and forth, continually replying to his horrendous questions with the same answers "No, no, leave me alone! I can't take any more of this. Please leave me alone. No more...please. Leave me alone."

The man only laughed at Pam's protests and grabbed her hair with both hands. He held her still, so the head of his cock was lightly bouncing against her chin.

They both were motionless for a few seconds, staring into each other's eyes. Then, he stepped on the footswitch and with a violent jerk. Pam's body reacted to the quick shock to her ass. She screamed in pain, only to have her mouth stuffed with his cock. His evil plan had succeeded. Now, he continued to talk to her, as he fucked her mouth. "You like this, don't you, little girl. You love my cock in your mouth. I know you love it. I see it in your eyes. Suck it down your throat, little bitch. Suck it good, or I will step on that button again. That's a good girl. Suck it. Suck that cock."

All Pam could do was keep her mouth open for his cock. He kept pumping into her mouth, as he tormented her with his trash talk. She had to do as he said, or he would step on that damn footswitch again. Pam had had enough of that. She did her best to suck the man’s cock, as he commanded. Opening her throat as large as she could, she tried to allow him the pleasure he demanded. The cock in her mouth had complete control. Pam didn’t like it, but that was the way it was.

Her body was tensing up, recoiling to his advances, but that was the only reaction she could muster. She knew if she didn’t do as she was told, her poor little behind would be shocked again and again until she did. The feeling of that thing in her ass was unyielding. It was physically there, so she could feel it. Large enough to cause her pain, but it wasn’t big enough to demand her complete interest as the cock in her mouth did.

Still, it was always there, and in the back of her mind, she knew it would do its nasty work if her mouth wasn’t giving enough pleasure to the men. The hard cock in her mouth brought her back from her thoughts, as she continued to do her best to gulp it down. This, in-between the whimpers of a young girl being forced into a life of submission.

Kathy just couldn’t get enough of the men in front of her. She loved the musty smell of their bodies, and the forceful way they took her mouth. She went along with them as if they were making her, but she loved playing the part of a taken woman. She loved being the sex toy. She loved being tied, naked and used. The humiliation of it...the feeling of submitting to all of these men ran chills through her body, from head to toe.

Little pleasure moans came from her mouth, as even louder moans came from the men.

She loved the taste of semen, and she loved the expectation of another man shooting his hot cum down her throat. She sucked like the expert she was, and another man succumbed to her charms. She cooed as her throat was again coated with her reward.

She swallowed as the man groaned out his climax. She relished the extra loud groans she could cause with her sucking. The men saw it as their using her mouth, but Kathy saw it as her mouth using the men. It was just an equal trade off for mutual pleasure. Kathy licked her lips and smiled as she watched another man stumble to the side.

“Another satisfied customer,” chuckled the next man in line. He quickly moved up in line, holding his bulging cock in his hand. “Let’s see if you can do that for me, doll.” Kathy grinned as she saw the purple head of his cock coming at her. She made a mental note to herself to suck extra hard on this one. She was going to drain the life out of him. He would be speechless, when she was finished with him.

Karen also enjoyed what was going on. But, she would much rather have been able to use her hands to grab the man’s ass cheeks and pull him to her. She would also like to be able to snake her finger up their ass. She knew that was always a good way to get their attention. When done at the right time, it can make a man cum gallons. She remembered one job she had where lunch breaks were for sucking cocks instead of eating. She and a couple of other girls had quite a reputation for their marathon lunches. The other girls had even joked how it was a good way to keep their girlish figures.

She only wished she could snake her finger up the ass of the man fucking her mouth right now. She would dispense with these men in nothing flat. Even using just her mouth and tongue, she still knew the men would be moaning loudly.

Beth was holding her own. Being side by side, she and Karen were both causing quite a show. It seemed like some sort of sucking race. Each girl accepted the cock in her mouth, and then seemed to take charge. The men whimpered, then moaned loudly as their cocks were quickly sucked deep into the women’s wet mouths. Beth was near robotic in her actions. She seemed to have a method of steps to lead the men to a climax.

She had a special swirl thing she did with her tongue. It worked every time. At just the right moment, that tongue went to work and the cock in her mouth exploded. Just as she knew he would, the man moaned and twitched as his cock hardened in her throat. He roughly grabbed the back of her head and plunged himself deep into her hot mouth.

Beth’s eyes twinkled with his reaction. Her tongue had done its thing again.

So, this is how the afternoon went. Kathy enjoyed every second of it, and Pam hated every second. Karen and Beth were in a sort of battle to see who could suck the most cocks dry. A secondary game began causing as many men as possible to collapse on the ground. That was also being enjoyed by some of the men who were watching.

Karen was proudly gulping the man in her mouth and Beth was beside her doing the same. The line of men in front of each of them was becoming restless. There was a pile of satisfied bodies to each side of the bound girls. Slight movement from them was proof they hadn’t been sucked to death.

Draining the very life from the men via their cock was Karen’s idea of a good time. She knew Beth had the same thoughts. Looking to the side, she could see Beth’s head bobbing up and down on a sailor’s throbbing cock. His eyes were glazed and his head tilted back. His hands each had a fist full of Beth’s hair as he pounded into that hot throat. She had the necessary skills to open her throat to a hard cock. Just the feeling a sex starved man can enjoy. And, with the sucking action of her mouth, it wasn’t long before Beth had a row of satisfied sailors.

Pam wasn’t doing her job on the man’s cock to his satisfaction. “Listen, bitch. If you don’t suck and suck hard, I’m gonna shove it up your ass. You’ll make me cum, one way or another. Pam’s eyes widened at that remark. She had never had a man’s cock in her ass, and this wasn’t the time or place she wanted for the first time. She opened her mouth to its limits and tried to swallow him whole. His stomach was smashing against her nose. He was as deep in her throat as he could be. But, now the man was agitated. His excitement was turning into a need for torment and Pam’s tight virgin ass looked pretty good to him.

He pulled out of her mouth, and with a confirming look from the lead guard, he walked around behind the bound girl’s body. He reached down and wiggled the butt plug until it slid out of her ass with a pop. “Oh, yeah. A nice tight one.” He stoked his hard cock, as he put the head of it at the little brown opening of Pam’s ass.

“No, please! No, please, no! I will do better. I will suck your cock down my throat. Please, don’t do this. I can’t take it. I beg you! You’re too big for me, back there. Please, Nooooo!”

But, Pam’s protests were music to his ears. He loved hearing her plead and beg. His cock got even harder, as he continued to force it into her tight ass. “Oh, yeah, baby. Fight me. Fight me, and make this little hole even tighter.”

Pam tried to keep him out of her ass, but her actions seemed to make him even happier. He was going to fuck her ass! “Oh, God! Please, it’ll hurt too much. Please, I’ll suck you better. Please, I will. Ouch...Oh! No, oh, God, Noooo!”

After the initial torment, he shoved his cock deep into Pam’s behind. She screamed in pain, continuing her pleas for him to stop. Her face was now contorted in pain, as he pleasured himself at her expense. Her body shook with each stroke, and she shrieked. The man leaned forward and grabbed her hair, enjoying his time in her ass.

Pam was in pain, but she seemed more in shock. The thought of multiple men fucking her in her ass didn’t appeal to her at all. But, it was a fact she had to deal with, because there was one fucking her ass. She continued to protest loudly, as he continued.

Seeing this new way of fun, lines began to form behind each of the girls. Sort of like an exodus to their rear. Although several men moved to the rear position, at least as many stayed to the front. So, as Pam got her ass fucked by one man, another stepped up and pointed his cock at her face. She started shaking her head, when she saw the man moving up to her head. “No, no. No, you aren’t going to shove that in my mouth. NO! Please, I’m begging you. I can’t take all of this. Please, don’t do it. Please!”

But, this man had other ideas. First, he took control of her head from the guy in back. That man then moved his hands down to Pam’s bound wrists. Pam had her hands clinched into tight fists. She continued to beg the man in front of her not to fuck her mouth, but he was determined to succeed. He waited until the man behind her was shoving his cock up her ass, causing her to scream from the pain. He quickly plunged his cock into her mouth, turning Pam’s scream into a whimper. Her little body was being used to the extreme, as she did her best to take it.
It was quite a sight to see, as several men had gathered around to watch. “The little complainer’s getting what she deserves, now,” said one sailor. “I think I’ll get in the ass line, so I can put it to her, too.” Several men, all eager to get into that little ass followed him.

But, this wasn’t the only show. By now, each of the girls had lines in front and behind. The sounds of sex filled the room. There were feminine whimpers and masculine groans. Kathy was in heaven. She had never been bound and used this way, and she loved it. She devoured the cock in her mouth moaning with desire. She sucked each man dry.

Karen and Beth had forgotten about their little contest. They were too involved. But, Karen was still milking every cock with great skill. The men were fucking her in rhythm. One pushed as the other pulled, alternating their thrusts. Little moans of satisfaction escaped from her mouth between thrusts. Her eyes were glazed and drool dripped from the sides of her mouth. The men fucking her ass didn’t seem to bother her. She seemed entranced by her experiences.

Beth didn’t seem to mind her ordeal, either. Although the expression on her face wasn’t as inspired as Karen’s. She struggled with the cock in her mouth, because the man was forcing it down her throat. She didn’t have much of a chance to take charge as she had with some of the other men. Little did he know what she could do, if he let her control some of the action. Obviously, he didn’t notice the pile of satisfied men to the side of the line. What a Neanderthal, she thought.

Kathy dearly loved this kind of treatment. Bound and used by multiple men for their pleasure. She was in heaven. From the looks on their faces, so were the men using her. She gulped at the cock in her mouth at the same rhythm the other man fucked her ass. The man in front had his hands full of her hair. The one in back had hold of the strap at the small of her back. All three were enjoying their experience.

The crowd around Pam had gotten larger and more vocal. Because she had put up such a fight from the beginning, the men really enjoyed fucking her little ass. All that could be heard from her were squelched cries and whimpers. But, the crowd was becoming electric.

“Fuck her! Give it to her, good!” said one. “She loves it rough,” said another. Laughs and taunts could be heard from many of the men. One man pulled out of her mouth and came all over her face, as she cried in humiliation. But, the next man was quick to step up, so her cries were short lived.

The guards all stood to the side, watching the show. The lead guard had a smile on her face. “This will teach that little trouble maker a thing or two. Something tells me she won’t be a problem, after this.” The other guards chuckled in agreement.

Time went by, and all of the girls looked tired. All had dried cum on their backs and on their faces. Pam had cum dripping from her face. After all, she had become the main event at this party. The other girls didn’t look nearly as bad as she did. More than an hour had passed, and many men were satisfied. The electricity in the room was quieter and the men were slowly leaving.

Pam was lying limp in her bonds, crying quietly. Karen looked over at Beth and smiled. Her hair was wet and spattered with cum. Beth licked her lips.

“You look like I feel,” laughed Karen.

“No worse than you look, I bet,” replied Beth.

Down on the other end was Kathy. She was thinking of the different men and the looks on their faces as she had made them cum. She loved those looks. Her face was spattered with cum, and her jaw and ass were sore, but she was sorry it was over. She loved being a captive slut.

The guards went to each girl, unhooked the straps that held them and helped them stand. They were taken back to the cage, where their cuffs were removed and they were shoved inside. The door was locked behind them. The other girls in the cage gasped in horror at what they saw. The girls looked tired and in pain. They had cum dripping from them. What had been their ordeal, they wondered?

Pam crawled over to a corner pillow and continued to cry. A girl went over to her and tried to clean her face. Pam brushed her hand away. “No more, please. Leave me alone.”

“Oh, she’ll be all right,” said Beth. “If she hadn’t been such a prude, she might have even enjoyed it, a little.”

“The first time isn’t easy,” Karen said. “She is brand new.”

“Well, it still could have been better, if she hadn’t complained so. That just excites them.”

“True. Very true.”

Kathy slowly walked over to a large pillow. She didn’t even have the energy to go and clean herself up. She just lay there and relaxed, and it wasn’t long before she went to sleep. Dreams of the afternoon spun around in her head. What would it be like, the next time? She wondered. She couldn’t wait to find out.

Kathy was startled awake by the cold water in the tub. She had fallen asleep. The steam was gone and so were all of the bubbles. One of her hands was holding her tit, and the other was between her legs. All of a sudden it came back to her. It was all a dream. But, it had been a great dream. She smiled. She loved being used to excess.

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