Once you walked inside and saw how nice the reception area was,
and how sophisticated the receptionist, your no longer doubted
the wisdom of your decision. The receptionist greeted you warmly
and asked you to have a seat until Mr. Lamborghini could come for
you. Lamborghini. Even the name was reassuring.

“Ah, Miss Anderson! How wonderful you were able to come early!
Do come in, my dear. We have everything set up, so if you like
we can begin right away.” He was a large man, handsome in a
rugged sort of way, yet his eyes were surprisingly cold even
though his smile appeared very genuine. He was well dressed with
expensive dark slacks and what appeared to be an expensive silk
shirt accented with a heavy gold chain around his neck. He took
your arm and bowed slightly as he held the door for you. The
crew were not so impressive, especially the slick looking young
man who seemed to be leering at you as though you were dessert.
There was something definitely unlikable about him, in spite of
his dark, curly hair, his California tan, and his athletic build.
Again, it was the eyes that disturbed you the most.

“All right, gang, this is the big scene now,” said Lamborghini.
We open with a long shot…”

“Mr. Lamborghini?” You were hesitant to disturb him, but some-
thing was not right here.

“What is it?” he snapped, turning to glare at you at though you
were there to clean up and not to be his star.

“Mr. Lamborghini, a friend of mine told me you’re a little dif-
ferent from other directors he knows, but shouldn’t I get ready
first? What about makeup? And what should I wear?”

He smiled, but it was not a reassuring gesture. “When I need
help, Dear, I’ll be sure you’re the first to know.”

“But…”

“So! Now, Frank first we get a long shot of you coming in the
door toward Miss Anderson. She has her back turned to you,
obviously not expecting company. Her husband is gone for the
day, and you’re his best friend, so at first she’s not too
alarmed to see you. Then you tell her what you’re going to do,
and her expression turns…

The color drained from your face as you realized the old trap you
had fallen to with your eyes open. Frantically you looked around
for a way to escape. No one was looking your way, so you made a
dash for the door to the reception room. Locked! Oddly, they
were still ignoring you. You ran to a door across the room, next
to the bed that you had not noticed until now. Locked!

“…then her husband comes in and sees you in bed with her. At
first he is angry, but then he gets all excited by what you’re
doing…Look, Miss Anderson. You’re not going anywhere. Don’t
make this hard for all of us. O.K., now that she’s all hot and
bothered, we’re going to have to make a little revision here.
Might be more interesting this way. All right, Frank. We’ll
start where she already knows what’s going to happen to her.
Lights! Roll ‘em! Action! Go get ‘er, Frank!”

The one called Frank lunged at you and began pawing at your
blouse as he pushed you back toward the bed. You screamed and
tried to push him away, but he got his hand on the neck of your
blouse and ripped it off from you. He laughed and tore at your
skirt as you tripped and fell backwards onto the bed.

The camera moved in for close ups as Frank pinned you to the bed
with one arm and casually pulled your bra off with his right
hand. He grabbed your full young breasts with both hands and
tried to kiss you as you jerked and twisted beneath him trying to
avoid his lips. You screamed then and he reared up to slap you
hard across the face. Stunned and in shock at the suddenness and
viciousness of his attack, you fell back while he slowly and
deliberately slipped your panties down over your legs and tossed
them aside. You screamed again as he spread your legs for the
camera, but you knew you were helpless to resist all of them.

Suddenly the cameraman stood up, almost dropping his portable
camera. There was no sound but the faint whirring of an exhaust
fan somewhere in the next room. A very large black man loomed up
over you, and the one called Frank rose up in the air as though
snatched up by a construction crane. The black man tossed him
against the wall as easily a though he were a pillow.

“Hobbes!” Lamborghini cried. “Look, Mr. Hobbes, we didn’t know
you wanted to watch the filming. I mean, hey! Sure, come on in!
Make yourself at home. Jane! Get a drink for the boys! Sit
down…”

“Shut up!” the black man snapped, at the same time stepping aside
to let the tall, quiet man face Lamborghini who was visibly
trembling.

“Mr. Hobbes…please!”

The black man smashed Lamborghini in the face, then pulled out an
awesome-looking black automatic and stuck it in the man’s mouth
so his chattering teeth made little clicking sounds on the cold
metal.

The tall man didn’t look dangerous at all. He was quiet, even
scholarly in appearance with his unassuming glasses and the touch
of gray at his temples. It was the voice that chilled the room.
He spoke softly, without emotion. “Nick, give the girl your
coat. She’s coming with us…Lamborghini, you know your job
better than this. We don’t use amateurs when I finance your
films. This is business. You get your kicks on some other
playground, but not with my money.”

“Look, Hobbes…” Lamborghini mumbled around the barrel of the
gun.

“MISTER Hobbes.” Nick pushed the barrel of the gun further into
Lamborghini’s mouth.

“Mifter ‘obbes…”

“Let’s go, Nick. Get the girl.”

The big black man covered you with surprising gentleness, then
lifted you as though you were weightless. He held you securely
cradled in one massive arm, taking the reception area door’s knob
with the other hand. He shrugged, took one step backward and
smashed it open with his foot. With practiced ease he opened
the door of the black limousine and placed you on the seat as
gently as though you were a baby. The man called Hobbes got in
beside you, Nick slipped in next to the driver, and the car
rolled away from the curb with scarcely a sound.

“Soundproof, bulletproof…would you like a drink?” Hobbes asked
with a surprisingly gentle smile.

Still in shock, you looked at him blankly and tried to pull the
coat down further.

“I would have offered you my own coat,” he explained softly, “but
as you can see, Nick’s coat covers more of you. Look, Miss, I’m
sorry about all of this. Lamborghini’s a fool. Nobody screws
around…Oops! Sorry. You’re understandably upset. I Don’t
want to add to it.” He smiled again and leaned back without
looking at you until the limo pulled up to the building with the
red-uniformed doorman.

“Mr. Hobbes! Welcome, Sir. Would you like any help, Sir?” You
were beginning to recover enough to wonder at the way the doorman
pretended not to notice that you were clad only in an oversized
man’s suit coat. You couldn’t help wondering how common it was
for this quiet stranger to come here with scantily clad girls.
As you slowly got out of the limo, the doorman graciously covered
you with his own long coat and an attendant rushed out to offer
assistance. Thinking more clearly now you decided that if you
were going to be raped, it might as well be in style.

“Forget it, Miss,” Hobbes said with a trace of a laugh in his
voice. I brought you here for a hot bath and some new clothes.
Nothing more.”

You blushed in spite of yourself, and tried to duck down inside
the coat so he couldn’t see.

The suite was spacious, and servants seemed to be everywhere. One
bright young woman rushed you off to the palatial bathroom and
for the next hour you lay back in a huge, sunken marble tub
wondering if you were dreaming.

The young servant brought you a beautiful silk gown and a large
Japanese kimono to wrap around it. She dried you and helped you
dress, then led you back into the living room. Only the man
called Hobbes was there. The servants had all disappeared.

He looked up and whistled softly, and you blushed again in spite
of yourself.

“Well! For the first time I believe it wouldn’t be so bad to be
a dirty old man!” he exclaimed with a cheerful laugh. “But of
course you’re a guest, so you’re quite safe, my little friend.”
He chuckled and you smiled without really knowing why.

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Subject: 2/2 Audition

“Do you have any pets?”

“Hmmmm…Well, I don’t know about this…What the hell! Would
you like to see mine? Her name is Aiki.”

“Eye-kee?”

“That’s right. She’s a pretty little bitch, exceptionally well
trained. Maybe she can help you relax after what you’ve been
through.”

You’re face brightened and you nodded your assent.

“Aiki! Here, girl!” Hobbes called, then whistled.

Much to your surprise, a beautiful young Japanese girl slipped
into the room, wearing a see-through blouse and a very short
mini-skirt. At first you thought she was wearing some kind of
jeweled necklace, then to your astonishment you realized it was a
studded dog collar! The next thing you realized was that her
little brown nipples were clearly showing through the sheer
blouse.

She came up to Hobbes and knelt respectfully in front of him
while he reached down to fondle her pretty little breasts through
the cloth.

“This is our guest, Aiki. Would you like to show her how we
treat pretty young ladies here? Be nice to her now.”

You were unsure just what to do when the girl stood up and came
to kneel before you. Very gently she moved the folds of the
kimono aside and raised the hem of your gown so that she could
get her face up between your thighs.

“No!” You jumped back as her warm tongue touched you.

The girl looked startled, and turned to Hobbes with a questioning
look.

“It’s O.K., Aiki. Maybe she doesn’t like to have it that way.
Why don’t you just remove your skirt and give us a little demon-
stration. Would you like that?”

The girl smiled and pulled her skirt off. She was not wearing
panties, but what startled you even more was that she was com-
pletely bare. As you watched, she knelt with her thighs spread
and slowly masturbated herself in front of you.

“That’s enough, Aiki. Now take off your blouse and get down on
your hands and knees and run around the room for us.”

The Japanese girl was naked in a moment, obediently got down on
her hands and knees and began crawling around the room.

“Well, what would you like to do with her, Dear? She’s yours for
as long as she gives you any pleasure. You can ride on her back,
have her eat you, you can give her enemas, have her do interest-
ing little things to herself…”

“What do you mean!?” you cried in dismay. Yet in spite of your-
self the possibilities began to race through your mind.

“Why is she doing this?”

“She’s a sex slave.”

“What?”

“A sex slave. She does anything that gives me pleasure, and she
does it willingly.”

“Anything?” Your voice was suddenly husky.

“Come here, Aiki.”

Still crawling on her hands and knees, the girl came up to Hobbes
with a big smile and waited.

“Get it out, Aiki. Show our guest how good you are.”

The girl obediently unzipped Hobbes trousers and pulled out his
erect penis. She moved forward, took it into her mouth and began
sucking it like a piece of candy.

“That’s enough, Aiki. Bring the whip, the multi-thonged one.”

The girl crawled away, and you cried out “No! Don’t do that to
her. You can’t.”

“Would you rather I’d do something else to her? We don’t want to
leave any marks on her pretty body, but I’m open to suggestion.”

“Isn’t there anything else you can do? Make love to her, or
something?”

“Of course. Or I can do the same for you, if you like.” He was
smiling, but there was nothing threatening in his manner. You
knew that it was intended as a free choice.

“Will she…ah…can she…”

“Of course, if you’ll let her. Aiki! Come here! No, no. Get
up, Aiki. Give me the whip and let’s see you do something nice
for our guest now. She won’t jump this time. If she does, we’ll
try the whip on her!”

You knew he was joking, yet something about the suggestion excit-
ed you in spite of yourself. Now Aiki was undressing you, and
you trembled with expectation at the feel of her warm tongue. She
held you close to her, with you still standing and she kneeling
between you thighs, licking and sucking you until you thought you
could stand it no longer. Then as you began to come, you felt a
sharp sting on your little buttocks, and the sound of the whip as
it stung you. Yet you could not move from t he eager tongue, and
you waited with fearful anticipation for the next blow. It did
not come.

Instead, Hobbes laughed. “Just couldn’t resist that the way you
were squirming around Aiki’s tongue. What a fascinating sight
you two made.”

Pulling away from Aiki’s face, slipping her hands away from your
thighs, you looked at Hobbes with a mixture of desire and anger.
“How could you!?” you demanded. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me!”

“And did I?” asked Hobbes easily, looking at your naked body with
great interest.

“Well, no…not really.” You rubbed the spot that still stung
slightly, then spread your thighs slightly as he came up to you
and slipped his right hand down to fondle your labia. He stopped
then and put both arms around you to hold your naked body close
to him. One hand reached down to lightly rub your little butt
while the other gently massaged your shoulders.

Suddenly you squeaked as you felt Aiki’s tongue flicking you from
behind, trying to get in between your little buttocks.

“Don’t do that!” you squealed, but then she gently pulled the
cheeks apart and with Hobbes feeling of your labia and fingering
your clit from the front and Aiki running her hot tongue in
against your anus, you sighed and let them have total access to
your warm body.

The evening was the most memorable of your life, one you longed
to experience again and again. Hobbes and Aiki taught you so
much that you had never known, and now could not live without.
But it’s late, and biographers are human. So we must conclude
and come back some other evening.

When you awoke the next morning, in your own apartment with no
memory of how you got there, the phone rang as you were getting
up

“Miss Anderson?” The voice was unfamiliar, and you were wary.

“Yes?”

“Miss Anderson, my name is Harry Franklin. I’m a producer with
New International Studios.”

“Oh, my! Another porn movie! Look, fellow, forget…”

“No! No! Don’t you recognize my name? I’m horrified! Two
Academy Awards in five years, and you don’t know ME? Please,
Miss Anderson, don’t break my spirit and threaten my life at the
same time!”

“Yes. Yes, I do recognize your name. But you’ve got to be
playing some kind of a cruel joke. I want to be an actress, but
you couldn’t possibly be offering me a chance to be in one of
your movies! How do you know I can even act?”

“Miss Anderson, you can learn to act a whole lot more easily than
I can learn to swim!”

“What…?”

“Mario Lamborghini was fished out of the river this morning.”

I used the big brass door knockers on the impressive oak front doors.
After a short pause there was a rustling sound from the other side,
someone fumbling with the knob no doubt. As the door mysteriously
pulled back away from me, a grand foyer was slowly revealed. Surprised
that there was no one to greet me, I was a little unsure of what
etiquette dictated under these circumstances. Deciding that the door
had indeed opened for a reason, I hesitantly stepped inside the stately
home.
I detected a light “clinking” sound as the door began to close behind
me as soon as I had cleared it’s path. I hopped back, out of the way. I
couldn’t help but think that something was not right here! It took just
a moment before I discovered the cause for my uneasiness. A burning wave
of adrenalin rolled down my spine as it became apparent what was
powering the mysterious door. I tried to take it all in, to be as
observant as my vocation demanded, but my cognition was disjointed and
slow in coming.
A girl. She was small, about 5′4″, not much more then 100 pounds. In
her early twenties I surmised. She pushed at the door awkwardly with
her back and bottom, walking backwards. Her hands seemingly held the
door latch which appeared to be pressing into the small of her back.
She didn’t even look up at me as she concentrated on carefully shutting
the door. My mind continued to reel as more observations became
apparent. She was blonde, her hair pulled back into a concealed French
braid. I decided she was dressed somewhat distinctively. She wore a
slim beige skirt that just brushed the top of her knees. A dark green
wool sweater with a V-neck snugly hugged her distinctly feminine
features. The outfit seemed to have a uniform-ish quality to it because
a white shirt and a bright red, man’s style necktie peeked out from
under the sweater. Some of the smaller details emerged in the seconds
that it took for her to close the door. Her white shirt had the those
little tabs on the collar, buttoned tightly under her tie knot. These
tabs caused her tie to stand out a bit more prominently and made the
collar form fit snugly around her supple neck. A small brass name plate
was pinned to her sweater, on her left breast. I couldn’t read it at that
moment. The door thumped closed.
My mind had tried to deny the obvious, I was sure that it was playing
tricks on me, as it surly had from the second the door had opened. It
couldn’t be, but as this strange girl looked up into my face and our
eyes met for the first time, there could be no question, no mistake.
Her big blue eyes gleamed up at me, over the tape. White tape, lots of
white tape covered her mouth. She was gagged. Her hands remained behind
her back as she stepped towards me. A thin chain rustled between her
dainty ankles as she approached with an unmistakable high heeled grace.
Suddenly fear took over my senses. Who could have done this to this
poor girl? Were there criminals in the house who had cruelly bound and
gagged this poor waif? Were they, even now, planning unspeakable things
to do to her? I looked back into her eyes. Why didn’t she appear
frightened? She seemed a bit surprised to see me, but her eyes sparkled
with such expression… There was such a unmistakable aura of
friendliness, of welcome, that I was inexplicably at ease once again.
My eyes were drawn back downward to her mouth. Or rather, the tape
covering her mouth. It was made up of four or five pieces of white
adhesive tape that crisscrossed and covered her entire lower face, from
just under her nose to the tip of her chin. Her chin seemed unnaturally
long before I realized that under the tape her mouth was stretched wide
open. Two wide, black leather straps passed around to the back of her
head giving a clue as to the reason for her open mouth. They exited
from underneath the tape where it ended just to the front of her ears.
Feeling stupid for not noticing it before, I realized that there was
writing on the tape. Upon examining it more closely, I discerned it was
written in flowing, feminine script. It said simply:
“Welcome to the Sumpter home. May I take your coat?”
The writing on the tape reminded me of the of the nameplate on this
mysterious girl’s chest, perhaps that could give me a clue. I glanced
down at it. Etched cleanly in the brass in large block letters was:
“Yvette” and under the name, in smaller scroll print: “Slave”
I suppose that it was natural, but my eyes wandered from the name plate
to the sweet line of the breast that it was pined to. These beautiful
breasts stirred ever so slightly on each breath she took, rising and
falling, stretching and pulling the supple wool embrace of her sweater.
I felt my face flush when I realized that my eyes had lingered a moment
too long on one of her more personal attributes. When I glanced up into
those mysterious eyes once again, I was amazed because her expression
indicated a coy pleasure in my admiration, rather then the almost
universal look of disdain that I was accustom to. She looked at me
steadily for a long moment and then leaned forward, pushing her chin
slightly out to me. My first thought was that she wanted to kiss me,
(Silly me… :^) but her eyes turned casually up and away, she was
attempting to make the writing on her lips more evident. It seemed almost
as if she was speaking the words on the tape. As I looked on dumbly she
turned her back to me and bent forward, raising her pinioned wrists to me.
She wore handcuffs.
Now, although I would never have claimed to be an expert at such
things, I had seen handcuffs before. I’d even worn them once or twice
in my rowdier days. The cuffs I had seen were different then the ones
that adorned her dainty wrists. I was accustomed to a chain between the
cuffs. Short, stout, unyielding, but a chain. These cuffs had no chain.
The two cuffs were linked directly at their base by a hinge type of
contrivance. Her wrists were held parallel to each other with only a
slight “V”ish in-out movement possible. Escape seemed impossible.
Indeed, it was impossible.
An amused voice broke the silence. I had no idea Joan Sumpter had
been watching. “She wants to take your coat, you know?” Joan said as she
approached, smiling. “I did say that you should leave your inhibitions
at home. Now didn’t I?” I was on auto-pilot as I shrugged off my coat and
dropped it over the outstretched arms along with my scarf. The girl
turned back around to face me, keeping her arms raised as high as she
could so my coat would not drag on the floor. Her shoulders were back
and her chest out straining the limitations of her sweater. Joan
sauntered up behind the girl and casually put her arm around her
shoulders. As Joan nonchalantly played with the girl’s clothing,
picking imaginary lint from her sweater and casually adjusting the
dimple in her necktie, she began to explain their unique relationship.

To be continued…

Joan explained that she and her husband enjoyed keeping several such
“domestics”. Each from a various backround, the servants came to their
employment with various objectives. Yvette, for example was a student.
She was studying dramatic arts at a nearby collage. The Sumpters
provided her with her tuition, room and board and enough time off every
weekday to attend class. All those benefits in exchange for absolute,
unquestioning, frequently bound’n'gagged servitude the remainder of the
time. Yvette listened patiently to this exposition and when Joan was
done, looked up at me and shrugged her shoulders as if to say “Would
you pass up a deal like that?” Joan chuckled and then continued on
telling me how Yvette ultimately did enjoy all these trappings. Yvette
tossed her head back haughtily and then humphed airily. “Who me?” Joan
said, clarifying Yvette’s little pantomime. Joan leaned forward and gave
Yvette a kiss on the cheek then shooed her off with a swat on the bum
and an order to have herself “fixed up” so she could help serve the
hors d’oeuvres. As Yvette tried to squeeze between us she brushed
against me, her breasts lightly touching my arm. After Yvette departed,
Joan went on to explain that all of her “Helpers” were with her for
different reasons, but, that they all shared their one common interest.
“If you catch my meaning…” she said. It was difficult not to.
I followed Joan down a hallway as she graciously elaborated on what I
was about to observe. She had kept “Pets” as she put it, for many years.
She had always loved being a boss, in total control. Domineering as it
were. Before she had met and fell in love with her husband, she had
assumed that she would go through life like that. Once they were
married she had tried to forget what she had become accustom to, to
deny it. She tried to put it behind her, and concentrate on their 50-50
relationship, but it just didn’t seem to work out. “Besides,” she said
with a smile, “I’m not a very good housekeeper.” So after several
unhappy months she confessed her desires to her husband. At first, she
said, he was reluctant, but grudgingly accepted a trial run. “After a
while, the idea did seem to grow on him.” She said that as she got to
know me she began to get the impression that I might enjoy her little
diversions. As she was trying to think of a way to thank me for all I
had done, it became more and more apparent to her that this would be a
perfect show of thanks. Certainly better then a case of scotch. I just
wasn’t sure I was up to all this…
We entered a large living room. I glanced around at the formal room
and the guests who chatted pleasantly. Two men and a woman were seated
on two couches. Another girl, statuesque and strong stood nearby. As
Joan and I entered the room the tall girl hurried over to us as fast as
her hobbled stride would carry her. This girl wore a maid’s uniform,
stylized to say the least. The frilly trim on the edges of black satin
uniform was a joy to behold. Lace circled the hem of the ballooning
skirt and starched petticoats peeked out from underneath. A gigantic
white apron edged in ruffles ran from her hem to her shoulders but left
exposed the plunging neckline of her dress. The apron was tied in back
with a big stiff bow. The girl’s ample bosom threatened to spill out of
the front of her uniform at any moment. Around her neck was a tight,
stiff, starched white collar and a floppy red bow tie. The back of her
collar seemed to go down under the back of her dress. There was a brass
name-tag pinned on her apron and I read it as she approached. It said:
“BABETTE Slave”
It was then that Joan explained how Babette had been one of her
biggest challenges. Joan turned to reach down onto a nearby coffee
table and picked up a small, aged, photograph in a frame and showed it
to me. The picture was of a biker woman, leather jacket, torn jeans,
boots, the works. Joan explained that Babette had come to her with a
dilemma: she just wasn’t happy with the way her life was going and she
wanted to make a little change. Joan said she had been eager to help
this lost girl, although perhaps the change was a little more drastic
then Babette originally bargained on. “Babette here, hadn’t even worn a
skirt in over 14 years.” Joan said as she carefully placed the photo
back on to the coffee table. “She came in jeans and work boots one day
and was wearing petticoats and 5 inch heels the next.” I glanced down
at the black patent ankle strap pumps that were locked on her feet and
they seemed to be even higher then that! A red rubber ball was wedged
tightly in her mouth secured with a black leather strap. Even that
strap was trimmed with pretty white lace.
Babette offered me an hors d’oeuvre from the odd tray she was
carrying. The tray was attached to two curved bars that were in turn
attached to pivots, one on either hip. These pivots were anchored to a
hard looking belt, buckled around her waist. The two bars continued up
behind her where they came together into a handle of sorts. The handle
just hung in the air at the moment. I took one of the hors d’oeuvres to
be polite and then Joan motioned her away. As Babette turned I was
surprised to see that she had no arms, or rather, her dress had no
armholes or sleeves. After my little meeting with Yvette, I had assumed
that her arms had been tied somehow behind her, but I had been slightly
mistaken. There was a bulge in the back of her dress and it appeared
that her arms were somehow folded behind her and her dress was then
pulled up over her arms to her shoulders. There were lace patches where
there could have been arm holes, but they were only decorative.
Joan graciously offered me a drink, and by this point I really needed
one. So we went up to the bar. My final surprise was there. Clarette. A
buxom little brunette, she was dressed almost identically with Yvette,
the only difference was that she had a blue pullover sweater vest in
place of the long sleeve sweater Yvette wore. Clarette stood at
attention behind the bar as we approached. A light chain was visible
running from an unseen spot behind her up to the ceiling where it was
securely anchored to a metal ring directly above her head. As she
turned to face us, the inscription on her tape covered lips became
apparent: “Your Pleasure?” “Scotch on the rocks.” I replied because I
really wanted it by then. Clarette pivoted on her high heels and
reached awkwardly for a glass. The chain in the ceiling ran to a
leather strap that pinned her elbows together behind her back. A thin
chain ran from one wrist cuff to the other across the front of her
belly With effort, she was able to reach the glass with her fettered
hand and set it in front of me. She carefully filled the glass with ice
as I marveled at her bound dexterity. Finally with a twist of her wrist
the glass filled with scotch. It may have taken a few moments, but it
was well-worth the wait. I quaffed the scotch and put the glass down,
sending Clarette into her gyrations again. I couldn’t help but be
amazed at her grace.
A side door opened and Yvette entered. Someone had attached the same
type of tray that Babette wore to her hips as well as a small white
apron to protect her skirt. A woman walked behind her with her hands on
Yvette’s shoulders “steering” her into the room. Joan motioned Yvette
over to the bar, while the woman joined the others by the couch.
“Another round for our guests.” She informed Yvette. With that,
Clarette began setting out several glasses and started mixing the
beverages. While Joan was busy straightening Yvette’s tie again, (“I
just can’t abide sloppy knots…” she informed me with a little wink.)
I watched Clarette as she went about her business. As she finished each
drink she hung the glass in a wire rack next to the bar. After Joan was
satisfied with Yvette’s presentablity, Yvette went to the wire rack and
guided the tray under the glasses. Although her hands were still
securely cuffed behind her back, she used the handle on the bar behind
her back to act as a counterweight and it helped position her tray to
lift the glasses out of rack. Amazing. Talent, skill, practice?…
Yvette then headed over to the party with a tray load of drinks
carefully avoiding any spills by manipulating the tray handle. She
curtsied to the guests and it was difficult to tell whether or not the
guests were happy to see her because they were thirsty, or whether they
just needed a new bum to pinch.
Joan took a few moments to introduce me around. Lawrence, her husband
was a painter and photographer, A tall man with lanky features and
graying hair. “Call me Larry” He said. George was the dumpy little man
who sat on the couch, He was slightly balding, and to me, didn’t seem
to have very much going for him. When we shook hands he seemed a bit
like a wet fish. The other two women were “Companions” of Joan’s. Rose
was an older woman, one who was probably very attractive one day, but
now she just looked kind of “hard”. She seemed nice enough, however.
Elaine was the other woman. She could have been your next door
neighbor. The one you borrow a cup of sugar from. Nice, but not really
very interesting.
After some small talk, more hors d’oeuvres from Babette’s tray and
another round of drink’s from Yvette’s I was really getting into the
spirit of things. All three “slaves” seemed to be honestly enjoying
their chores, with only Babette getting a bit cantankerous whenever
someone had the audacity to lift her skirt. You almost couldn’t resist
the temptation. Joan excused herself after a while and went behind the
bar and I saw her unclip the chain hanging from the ceiling to Clarette’s
elbow strap. The two girls then disappeared into the kitchen. I began to
become aware that when Yvette was not waiting on anyone, she would
always return to a place at my side. She would stand at attention
there, waiting to be of service. Babette was more retiring, showing the
same discipline, but back away from the group. Although I tried to be
nonchalant, I couldn’t help but glace up at Yvette a couple of times.
She was simply lovely. I thought I caught her eyes snap away from me
each time I looked up, but I could have been mistaken. After a while,
Clarette entered the room. Her hands were switched behind her back and
now, she too, wore a tray and a new tape message: “Dinner is served.”

To be continued…

–

The guests all retired to the dining room and the three servant girls
made a beeline to the kitchen. After we were seated, Joan joined us and
took her place at one end of the table. Her husband was seated at the
other end and the four guests filled in between. Joan rang a small bell
and the parade began. Clarette, Yvette then Babette entered in turn
each carrying a tray load of food. The tape had been removed from both
Yvette’s and Clarette’s mouths betraying the bright red rubber balls
that were strapped in their mouths. I could see Yvette bite down on the
unyielding rubber as she concentrated on her gait to avoid stumbling
on her hobble. The servants hurried back and forth between the kitchen
and the dining room bringing out plates of food. The meal progressed
with the three servants standing at attention against the wall waiting
to be summoned. I learned that it was considered bad form around this
dinner table for any of the guests to pass anything between themselves.
If one guest wished to use the salt for instance, they would request
the use of the condiment whereupon one of the maids would rush forward
to accept it onto her tray. She would then move to the requester and
offer the salt to them. Many times this only required that she turn her
body as the giver was often seated directly beside the receiver.
The meal was delicious, and as it wound down the three girls hustled
back and forth clearing the table. While Babette busied herself in the
kitchen, Clarette appeared with a tray full of brandy glasses to be
distributed among the guests. George took his glass and casually lit a
huge cigar. He leaned back and summoned Yvette. She came and stood
beside him and gazed across the table meeting my eyes. George shook out
his match and asked Joan: “Is it time for desert now?” Yvette jumped
as if she had been struck! Her eyes flew open and she gaped at me
beseechingly. I couldn’t really gather the significance of George’s
comment beyond the innuendo. Except for Yvette’s consternation, I would
have surly thought it was an idle comment. George dropped the spent
match on Yvette’s tray and waved her away. A look of supreme relief swept
Yvette’s beautiful face as she went to dispose of the match. Clarette
took the last tray of plates and followed Yvette into the kitchen. Joan
sighed and looked at her husband. He shrugged and nodded to her. “Oh,
Sometimes I think that is the only reason you come here…” She said.
“…But I suppose it’s O.K.” With that, Rose and Elaine looked at each
other and giggled. Then they got up and went to stand on either side of
the swinging doors to the kitchen. Rose smiled at my obvious look of
confusion and held a finger to her lips. The kitchen doors slowly
opened and Clarette stepped into the room. As the doors closed behind
her, Rose and Elaine stepped up behind the unsuspecting barmaid and
hooked their arms through her handcuffed arms, catching her elbows and
pulling them outward, totally taking the pretty young brunette under
control. Clarette’s shout was no more then a muffled grunt due to the
tight strap and ball in her mouth and she glanced anxiously back and
forth between her grinning attendants. The two women hustled the
squeeling, struggling, but somehow unresisting, girl out of the room
through the other door and no one (Not even me) raised a finger to intercede.
George stood slowly and stretched, rubbing his pot belly. “Same
place?” He asked Joan. She nodded and he casually walked out of the
room. Joan rose and asked me to chat with Larry for a few moments while
she was gone. Larry was the typical self-searching, reserved artist. In
the course of our conversation he confided in me that he had fallen in
love with Joan the moment he had lain eyes on her, those many years
before. What he didn’t understand at the time, was her sexual appetite.
He smiled as he explained with a twinge of pride, It seemed that she is
something of a nymphomaniac. “At first it was great, but I just could never
seem to get any work done…” was his explanation. When she had come to him
and explained about the urges she had hidden for so long, Larry said he was
not very happy with the idea of sharing her with anyone. But he could
not deny his beloved anything. Once he got used to the arrangements, he
admitted, it was rather pleasant having all these pretty girls underfoot.
The slave girls generally keep Joan content and he could finally get some
work done. It was working out quite nicely.
Joan appeared at the doorway and cleared her throat to get our
attention. She asked if I was ready to go, and I figured that I was. I
noticed that she was twirling a short, thin brown leather strap around
her finger. I followed her out to the foyer where I expected my coat
would be waiting for me. Instead I was astonished to see a pretty girl
kneeling on the floor with her back to us. A girl with blonde hair,
tightly French braided. A tight black leather strap was clearly visible
biting at the nape of her neck. Her green sweater hugged her features as
before, and I could see the back of her stiff white collar pinching her
neck. For some unknown reason, I was confident that she reciently had
her necktie adjusted. Her hands fidgeted in the unyielding steel cuffs.
I began to shake. Joan helped her stand, then looped the strap around
Yvette’s elbows and pulled it tight, pinning Yvette’s elbows together.
She snapped a tiny padlock into the buckle. “I like to make things a bit
more complicated whenever I have the opportunity!” She said as she
turned Yvette around to face me. The tape on her lips had been replaced
with some with a new message on it. It was short and crudely to the
point, “Please, Fuck me!” My mouth hung agape and Yvette looked up at
me innocently. I was simply speechless, I didn’t know what to say!
There was a sudden clatter approaching us as the sound of high heels
on hardwood rang down the hall. Babette rounded the corner in a
terrible hurry and almost slammed into us. Joan let go of Yvette and
jumped into Babette’s path with her arms outstretched. Babette stopped
as short as her patent leathers’ would allow. Someone had removed her
maid’s uniform, petticoats and apron. She stood before us now wearing a
bizarre white corset. It was, to use understatement, tight. It laced up
the front, running from Babette’s belly up to a pair of cups that
supported her exposed mammarys. At the bottom, it ended with six garter
straps that held her stockings in place and little else. Her flower was
on display for all to see, framed by the garter straps. The corset ran
from under her breasts, up over the tips of her shoulders and around
her body. Her arms were folded back behind her and under the corset. In
the upper section of the back, the corset extended up to her neck where
it turned into the normal looking, blouse collar she had buttoned
around her neck. This was more then decorative, it also kept the corset
from sliding down so she was unable to work her arms out of their
predicament. Although the knot of her bow tie remained tied, the bow
portion had come loose so she trailed two streamers of red silk behind
her as she tried to evade recapture. Joan deftly cut off her avenue of
escape and herded her into a corner. Babette’s face, flushed with
exertion from her romp showed nothing more then disappointment as Joan
scolded her. “You know the rules! No escaping without permission!”
(What a ridiculous statement!) Babette looked suitably chastised, but
just as feisty as before. Joan re-tied Babette’s bow, then reached into
her hair and grabbed Babette’s ear with a vice-like grip. She turned
back to me and suggested that I take Yvette upstairs and see if I could
find some way to entertain her. She twisted Babette’s ear, forcing her
to bend over at the waist. The gag in her mouth was more then efficient,
diluting her protests down to a stifled mumbling. Yvette and I watched
as Babette stumbled away under Joan’s coaxing. The last thing we saw
was Babette’s bare bum rounding the corner. We were alone.
Yvette contemplated me with her innocent blue eyes. It may sound
silly now, but I was not sure what to do. I could not be sure if she
even knew what was going on. The writing on her lips could have been a
cruel joke on either (or both) of us. Yvette’s seemed amused by my
indecision. I didn’t know whether she understood my conflict, or
whether she just needed it for herself, but when she snuggled in under
my arm and put her head on my shoulder, my indecision disappeared very
quickly. I helped her climb the stairway. The cuffs on her ankles
didn’t really hinder her stride as she stepped up the stairs, but she
began to lean heavily on me. I had never felt as strong as when I
assisted this almost totally helpless girl to do something as simple as
walking up the stairs. She seemed to tire a bit about halfway up the
long curved stairway. My action was completely natural, I didn’t really
give it any thought, It just seemed like the right thing to do so I did
it. I scooped her up into my arms. She gasped as I lifted her and
regarded me with her soulful blue eyes. She shut her eyes, sighed and
snuggled into my arms like a child, to be comforted and protected.
I was happy to oblige.
I turned right at the top of the stairs. There were closed doors, one
on each side of the hall. I picked the door on the left. It wasn’t easy
manipulating the door knob while holding a hundred pound girl in my
arms but the door opened and I gave it a little tap with my foot. The
door opened into a bedroom and an wild scene. There was a bed against
the far wall. It was placed sideways with one side butting up to the
wall. Rose and Elaine were here, having their way with poor Clarette.
Clarette lay on her back on the bed. They had tied her calf’s together
with each ankle pointing at the other leg’s knee. Then they tied her
lower legs to a long thin pole. This was to keep her legs spread as far
as possible at the knees and the pole prevented any chance of her
trying to roll over. A thin cord ran from her bound legs up under her
toward her upper body. It seemed that they had also bound her elbows
together again by the angle that her arms took as they went under her.
Another pole was tied under her upper body extending out away from her
body at her shoulders. Rose and Elaine were both naked, hovering over
the bound figure of Clarette on the bed. They hadn’t bothered to
undress her, they had simply pushed her skirt up around her hips.
Elaine knelt at the foot of the bed, assailing Clarette in a most
intimate way while Rose was in the process of settling in by kneeling
over the bound girl with one knee on each side of her head and then
sitting back onto Clarette’s chest.
Clarette’s head poked out from under Rose and turned in our direction
as we inadvertently entered. Her hair was matted with perspiration and
her face was crimson from exertion. They had replaced the rubber ball
and strap with a metal ring and strap that held her mouth wide open.
Rose glanced in our direction then slid her weight forward and pinched
her thighs around the helpless girl’s head. Clarette’s body squirmed
under the onslaught but her groans did seem to have a content ring to me.

To be continued…

–

We excused ourselves and backed out into the hallway. We went to the
next door and I cautiously opened it, not sure of what we would find.
To my relief it was a vacant bedroom with a big canopied bed with a
matching settee, desk and a dresser and mirror. I gently lowered Yvette
to her feet and she squirmed in her bonds for a moment. Not terribily
hard, she appeared to be testing their security but she didn’t seem to
really want to escape. I sat down at the desk and watched her. She was
glaring cross-eyed at a stray wisp of hair that had pulled out of it’s
braiding and was hanging in front of her eyes. She flicked her head to
the side to try to blow the offending hair out of the way. She rubbed
her nose on her shoulder attempting to move the hair without any luck.
She glanced up at me for a second, and scowled at me in mock
indignation at my unwillingness to help her. She stood in front of me
looking deliciously rumpled, with one hip extended and her right ankle
flopped over off her high heel shoe. I melted and moved the offending
hair.
I was still not sure what my next move should be. Oh, I know what I
*WANTED* it to be! But I would never have been able to live with myself
if I took unfair advantage of this dream. I tried to ask her what she
wanted to do. “Is this what you want?” I asked, hoping for some kind of
response. She looked at me with a befuddled look and shrugged her
shoulders questioningly. “Do you know what’s on the tape?” I asked
motioning to the proposition written on the gag. She gazed at me
uncertainly and then crossed her eyes again in an attempt to see the
writing. She went to the mirror and looked at herself for a moment. The
writing may have been backwards, but it was more then plain. She
blushed intensly for a moment and then turned to me and shrugged her
shoulders again, this time there was a distinct twinkle in her eye. I
smiled, “That really isn’t an answer. Is this really what *You* want to
do?” She nodded. My heart leapt. “Your positive? I mean, If you
don’t…” I asked again, just a little more reassurance… She slowly
meandered over and stood before me, strong, proud, defiant, sincere,
ultimately helpless, unquestionably gorgeous. She leaned down just a
bit and looked me straight in the eye. The answer was emphatic. YES!
It isn’t the easiest thing in the world, making love to a bound and
gagged girl. My first instinct was to untie her. HA! Joan was much too
clever for that, everything locked. The crass message written on the tape
didn’t do justice to this lovely lady so I pealed the tape back off her
mouth. I wanted to kiss her, I had to kiss her! The strap that held the
ball between her lovely lips was locked too. DAMN! I had to settle for
her slender neck and ear lobes. I hugged her to me and wanted to feel the
press of her body as she embraced me back. No way, they had neglected to
give me the keys to her cuffs. The frustration seemed mutual as she
pressed against me with all her strength. My hands sought her body,
caressing, squeezing, fondling. I found her nipples easily, even through
the wool of her sweater. They stood at attention to my touch, beckoning
me to continue. I pushed the sweater up in an attempt to pull it over her
head but with her arms strapped behind her back as they were, I couldn’t
comfortably work it over her head. So her sweater remained where it was,
rolled up under her arms to expose the buttons of her blouse. I made
short work of those. She moaned as my tongue danced over her engorged
nipples. We drifted over to the bed. She sat back and awkwardly slid into
a more comfortable position by pushing down into the bedding with her
pinioned arms. She made room for me and indicated it by straining her
arms around to her side and tapping on the open space with her fingers.
I almost dove on to the bed to join her.
I still desperately wanted to kiss her, when I did try all I could do
was lick and nibble on her lips tasting the invisible residue of
adhesive left from the tape. She panted and groaned as she strained to
push her tongue out from under the ball in an attempt to meet mine. My
hand ran slowly up her nylon sheathed thigh and brushed the hem of her
skirt. From her gyrations on the bed, it had crept high up her leg and
when my fingers lightly brushed under the hem I felt the cool smooth
skin of her thigh and then the lacy trim of her garter. She shuddered
softly, rubbing her knees together, trapping my fingers between her
thighs for a moment. Then, slightly spreading her quivering thighs, she
almost beckoned me to run my fingers higher still. I was delighted to
comply. Imagine my shock as my probing, dancing digits found only
fluffy hair and smooth moist skin at the end of their journey. Nirvana.
Yvette trembled. Her eyes were full of excitement as she strained to
press nearer to me. She rolled up on her hip and pressed her arms
around in front of her as far as they would go with the elbow strap
still pinning them together. Demonstrating amazing dexterity and
flexibility she began undressing me! The buttons fell open slowly. When
I tried to help her, she grunted angrily and pressed on with increasing
determination. If she didn’t want me to help, I figured, I might as
well find something to amuse myself. So my fingers began their quest
again. Stroking, pinching, caressing, I explored her lovely body.
My next inspiration was her hair, I wanted to see her hair. It took
me a few moments, but I finally found the strategic pins and bands that
held her hair in the tight French braid. When it finally fell loose I
was astonished by it’s length. Yvette’s hair fell almost to the center
of her back in it’s wavy blonde fullness. My fingers ran slowly through
it and brushed it back as she concentrated on what she was doing. When
she leaned forward, her hair fell down in front of her and hampered her
vision. With a flick of her head, and an annoyed scowl at me for
complicating her job, she threw her hair back out of her eyes. But it
was only for as long as it took her to go back to her work, before the
blonde wave cascaded into her face once again.
I was naked and Yvette knelt over me with a look of triumph on her
face. I reached to loosen her clothes, to try to make her more
comfortable, but she was not interested as she brushed past my hands
and began running her trammeled tongue over me. Our loveplay continued,
back and forth, coaxing and teasing, squeezing and stroking for some
time. Suddenly Yvette straightened and looked at me with her blue
bedroom eyes, “Pwneess,” she mumbled past the gag. “Mmmmooww!!” she
groaned. “Lefff mnoo Ifff mow!” It was unmistakable to me what she was
saying. It was a request I have never denied. I took hold of her
shoulders and coaxed her to lie back on the bed. She shook her head and
resisted so I let go. Yvette struggled up onto her knees and faced me
attempting to push her knees apart. The tightness of her skirt
prevented this, but only until I could come to her aid. She motioned
with her eyes and I complied, chuckling to myself as I realized that I
was no longer in command. I was being directed, controlled if you will,
by a thoroughly tied and gagged girl. I pushed her skirt up around her
hips and carefully slid my legs between her knees. The chain on her
ankles was just barely long enough so that her ankles could comfortably
rest on either side of my knees. Yvette’s breathing was reduced to
rapid panting as she gazed down, wide-eyed at me.
I coaxed her to rise up and I gently guided her back down. Each sweet
millimeter caused the passion to well up within us both. Yvette’s eyes
grew even larger and her face began to flush. She arched her back until
I could no longer see her face. But I could still see her neck. Her neck
went from pink to red to almost purple. The contrast between the stiff
white of her collar only exaggerated the color. Veins bulged out on her
neck, Every muscle in her body seemed to quiver and her knees squeezed
the breath out of me as she hugged me as tightly as she could, the only
way she could. I began to doubt that I had ever really seen a woman
orgasm before. She climaxed twice more before we were done.
We lay together on the bed for a long time, cuddling. She dozed off
for a while and I watched her. The red ball tucked in her stretched
mouth didn’t seem to disturb her at all, to my amazement. She slept
peacefully enough, but she still looked uncomfortable to me. She had
resisted any of my attempts to help. Her sweater was still bunched up
under her arms. The starched white collar poking out, buttoned tightly,
holding her necktie in place. Her left breast was covered by the green
wool of her sweater, but the right one was exposed. Her shirt was
pushed back behind her and the bottom of her red tie lay down her bare
belly almost to her navel. I cradled her in my arms as she dozed,
oblivious to her condition. She was adorable. I tweaked her nose
gently. Her eyes opened slowly and her eyes smiled up at me. We made
love again.
As we rested, Yvette squirmed around, trying to get a little more
comfortable. A sharp pain scraped my chest and I lurched to prevent it.
Yvette’s name tag had scratched me. I pulled her sweater down and
unpinned the offending object. I held the tag in front of me and
complimented Yvette on what I thought was a very beautiful name. Yvette
started laughing, although at first, for a horrifing moment, I thought
she was choking. She looked at me and shook her head. “It’s not your name?”
I asked, kind of confused. “Naathhne… Mfff nnamm niss Naathhnne…” I
was still confused, I asked: “Your name is Janie?” This suddenly mysterious
woman shook her head with exasperation again. She pushed her hands out where
I could see and moved her finger in an upward movement, then a downward
diagonal movement then a upward movement. She was forming a letter. “M?…
Martha?” I said without thinking. Wrong. She rolled her eyes skyward and
groaned. “N?” I questioned. “Nathne?… Natalie?” She smiled and nodded.
“Oh, Yvette’s an alias eh?” I said. “Natalie, That’s a pretty name as well,
Natalie… She chuckled at my naivete.
My mind was spinning as I reluctantly dressed. I had just redressed
Yvette. It was really a pleasure for me to help, but we didn’t have
much luck getting all her wrinkles out. It seemed that our athletics
had caused her to end up with an awfully rumpled uniform. I could not
take my eyes off this wonderful, delightful, mysterious, sexy, creature
as she sat patiently waiting for me. It was with a great reluctance
that we left our little world and went back down stairs.

To be completed…

–

George and Larry were no longer in the living room but everyone else
was. As we entered, Rose and Elaine got up from the couch and came up
to us. They looked Natalie up and down and shook their heads in a
scolding fashion. Natalie looked up at me again and shrugged, then Rose
crooked her finger in the direction of the back corner of the room and
then Yvette submissively followed the women’s orders. I glanced at the
opposite corner where the other two girls were being entertained.
Babette stood at attention in the corner. She still had the same corset
restraint she had worn earlier, but they somehow had been unable to
locate her uniform. For modesty, they had added a pair of tiny red
panties. They needn’t really have bothered. A big piece of white tape
covered her lips and a thin chain ran from the back of her corset to a
bracket that hung out from the wall. The chain was taught and prevented
her from even hoping to sit down. Her ankles were tightly bound with
rope. Just to her right was Clarette, seated on a straight back chair.
Thin white cord wound across her chest, one series of turns went above
her breasts and the second went underneath. The cord was also run around
her knees and in her mouth seemed to be the same ring thing I had seen
earlier. Added to this contraption now was a plug that fit through the
ring and had two industrial snaps, one on each cheek. Either way, she
wasn’t going to be talking much. Joan had just finished tying Clarette’s
ankles to the left chair leg, then she tightened and adjusted Clarette’s
necktie. There was a second chair with several coils of rope on the seat
to Babette’s left. A 35mm camera mounted on a tripod waited, centered on
the two girls, waiting to be put to use in this family portrait.
I glanced over to where Rose and Elaine had taken Natalie. Yvette
knelt before the two women while Rose brushed the submissive girl’s hair
and Elaine primped her clothes. When Rose had finished she pulled back
the tufts of hair that framed Natalie’s face and pined them back onto the
top of her head with a big red hair bow. Finished, they marched her over
to the chair and began substituting the rope for her steel and leather
restraints. After they tightly bound Yvette’s arms behind her again and
removed the cuffs, they coaxed her into the chair and used the rest of
the rope to secure her identically with Clarette, a couple of bookends.
Joan approached Yvette and went behind her and began fishing through
her hair. When I saw the key, I hurried over. Natalie winced as the
familiar red ball popped from her mouth. She worked her jaw for a
moment then looked up at me and smiled, a deep, warm, beautiful smile.
The kind of smile that simply beamed. “Hi?” she said in a raspy little
voice. I leaned forward and kissed her, deeply, longingly. It was
better then I had even imagined. Joan cleared her throat once and I
ignored her. I didn’t want this moment to end. She did it again.
Natalie’s kiss became more intense, more frantic. Joan cleared her throat
a third time, this time with more authority. I reluctantly backed off.
Natalie remained in place, straining forward against the rope that held
her in the chair. Her eyes were closed and her lips remained pursed. Rose
snapped her fingers and Natalie opened her eyes. Elaine held a big wad of
cotton in her hand and Rose motioned to the bound girl to open her mouth.
Natalie looked at me and then sighed, “I guess this is good-bye too…” she
said solemnly, tears welling in her eyes. Then Yvette obediently opened
her mouth and allowed it to be packed full of cotton. A wide rubber strap
made sure that Yvette had nothing else to say.
Joan led me to the door and provided my coat and scarf. She wished me
well and opened the door. I tried to argue, I wanted only to stay. I
could not leave without Natalie. That was not the deal I was told. There
would be no reprieve. The door shut behind me. It was raining, a light
cold mist stung at my eyes, mingling with my own emotions. As I got to
my car there was a flash from a flashbulb in the living room, then
another and another. I drove away.
A week went by, My thoughts were constantly clouded by the vision of
a mysterious blonde girl, one who could capture my imagination and hold
it forever. My calls had gone unreturned. I sat in my apartment alone.
Longing for just a glimpse of the girl who had won my heart in the
briefest of encounters. I remembered her scent, her voice, “Good-bye”
was all it said. I buried my face in my hands. There was a soft knock on
my door, I was angry. I didn’t need any salesmen right then. There was
another knock. I went to the door and pulled it open. Joan Sumpter stood
on the other side of my door. Behind her was a pair of wide blue eyes
peeking over her shoulder. I could feel my mouth drop open in disbelief.
Joan smiled, then stepped aside. The girl who stood behind her wore a
hooded cape. There was a big piece of white tape on her mouth. There was
no message. “We gave it some thought…” Joan began, indicating Natalie,
“… We decided that you might enjoy having a maid of your own for a
while.” She said as she placed a small suitcase at my feet. It rattled
with the sound of metal. I heard what Joan said, but I could not respond.
Joan guided Natalie gently towards me and turned and started down the hall.
“If you get tired of her, just let me know, and I’ll be happy to take her
back…” she said. I heard her whistling a show tune as she disappeared
around the corner. Her voice waifted down the hall. “Matchmaker Matchmaker,
Make me a match…” Tire of Natalie? That was impossible.
What began as passion grew into love, true love. Natalie and I were married
6 months later…

Now I’m aware that this story seems a bit far fetched. In fact, even *I*
have a hard time believing that anyone could be this lucky and in all
honesty, I never question anyone who would doubt it’s authenticity. All I
can say in closing is:

If this Tale I have just conveyed is *NOT* the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing, but the truth… Ahhh, well…, Then…, *Sigh*…
It ought to be…

Well it was so much fun that the boys (Dave and Jim) decided to spend
a summer vacation together as well. Needless to say Cathy and I were
going to be used for their kinky perversions again. I was dripping
cunt juice just thinking about it. Now that it has happened, I am
going to tell you about it.

Dave and I arrived late on Sunday afternoon. Jim and Cathy were
already there and had dinner ready for the barbecue. No one mentioned
doing anything kinky. We just waited until someone started something.
Nothing kinky happened that night. Dave gave me a good fuck, but
nothing out of the ordinary. The next morning we got up and went to
the kitchen for breakfast. Jim and Cathy were already making pancakes
and coffee. The sight of the syrup made me giggle and that got Cathy
giggling as well. Jim told Dave that these two dirty-minded girls
needed to be taught some breakfast manners. Dave agreed and took my
arm and bent me over the table. As he lifted up my robe to expose my
ass to Jim, Cathy was getting bent over next to me. Soon there were
two asses bared for the boys to see and punish. First Dave gave me a
smack on each asscheek, Jim did the same to Cathy. Then they switched,
Jim smacked my ass, Dave did Cathy’s. Then they switched and increased
the number to two smacks per asscheek. Then switch and spank, then
switch, increase to three smacks, then switch again. Now there were
four pink, tender asscheeks showing. I had received harder spankings
before, but these were enough to get me hot and the grin on Cathy’s
face told me she wanted to get started on the kinky stuff too.

They stood us up and stepped back. Dave told us to drop the robes we
were wearing. We opened them and drop them to the floor. Jim told us
to turn around slowly. We did, showing off everything (tits, cunt,
ass). Dave mentioned that Cathy and I had not properly greeted each
other. He told us to “Do It”, and we did. We fell into each others
arms and tried to devour the others tongue. Quickly our hands moved
down to tits we hadn’t seen or sucked in 6 months. Wanting more, our
hands moved down to cunts and asses. I had two fingers in Cathy’s hot
wet snatch and a finger working in her asscrack before the boys pulled
us apart. They told us we would have to wait to have that kind of sex.

In the meantime, they wanted breakfast, and Cathy and I were the
desert. After eating the pancakes and drinking their morning coffee,
Cathy and I were laid on the table, legs up and open. Dave sat at my
crotch, Jim at Cathy’s. Maple syrup was poured onto our cunts and
properly licked off. Soon both Cathy and I were in the throes of a
great orally induced orgasm. Before we recovered from it completely,
the boys switched places. This time strawberry jam and a longer,
slower orgasm.

When we were recovering from our second orgasm of the day, the boys
turned us face down on opposite sides of the table. Dave began to
lubricate my asshole. I knew it was Dave because he is so gentle when
he is buttering up my ass for a fucking. He finished and moved away.
Hands grabbed my asscheeks and a cock pressed against my asshole. I
looked up to watch Jim plow Cathy’s hot ass only to see Dave working
his cockhead into her. I reached forward with my right hand to pull
one of Cathy’s cheeks. I reach back with my left to pull my own
asscheek. Dave told Cathy what I was doing and told her to do the
same. Soon we were holding our asscheeks open for the boys to fuck our
willing assholes. Jim pulled his cockhead out for a moment, said he
wanted to see how open I really was, then put his cock back into my
tail, this time pushing slowly until he was complete filling my ass.
The boys began a long rhythmic fuck. This fuck was for their pleasure,
and they certainly took their time getting it. I really enjoy an
assfuck, because the pleasure never seems to stop, it builds to a
point where I don’t care about anything else, and stays at that
plateau until either I finger myself off or the guy shoots his load.
Cathy thrashes around a bit more than I do when she is getting her
tail worked over, but she enjoys it. After a long time of this
pleasure plateau, Jim began to pump my ass faster. I reacted by
tightening my ass, squeezing his muscle to match his strokes. I wanted
to cum when he did so I moved my left hand underneath and worked my
finger into my slit. I was certainly wet enough for any sex act, but I
am right handed and it was a little difficult to finger myself to
orgasm. Jim saw (and felt) what I was doing and told Cathy to do the
same to her cunt. The thought of a finger entering her hot wet hole
got me really going. Jim grabbed my waist and plunged all the way in
and held me tight as he shoot his cum into me. I pushed hard against
my clit and thought about Cathy’s love button. I was cumming before
Jim finished spewing. I looked up to see Dave smiling as he unloaded
into Cathy’s tail.

When we were able to get up, Dave said that we needed a thorough
cleaning before we would be allowed out onto the beach. The boys led
us to the bathroom. We were told to get into the tub and wash each
other. Dave used the hand-held shower nozzle to rinse us. Cathy and I
eagerly washed the other’s tits, cunt, ass, everything. After Dave
rinsed the soap off our tits, I had a chance to suck Cathy’s big
fleshy tits again. I made sure that I quickly got a finger into both
Cathy’s cunt and ass. A splash of water on my face from Dave told me
it was time to change positions. I stood up and let Cathy begin to
suck on my tiny nipples. She was so hungry for tit, she sucked my
entire little tit into her mouth. (I just wish I had more tit flesh
for her to suck) She sucked and licked until Dave splashed her face to
make her stop. He rinsed off the rest of us and then Jim said he was
ready. While Cathy and I were sucking tittie, Jim was preparing our
first enema of the vacation. Dave had given me several enemas in the
three years we have been screwing, and then after the ski trip, he has
been giving them to me every Friday night, to get me ready for the
weekend.

They told us to get down on our knees in the tub and bend over the
side. This is the same position they had us in during the ski trip,
when Cathy got her first enema. Jim hooked two enema bags to the
shower curtain rod and dangled the hoses so we could see the long thin
nozzles. Jim and Dave took positions next to us and began to soap up
our freshly fucked assholes. After they had some fun fingering our
tails, they slowly inserted the long nozzles. The smile on Cathy’s
face showed me that she had been cleaned out more than once since our
ski trip and thoroughly enjoyed it. The rush of hot soapy water
startled me as it filled my rectum. The boys squeezed the bags to make
sure we got filled. The heat was causing us to sweat as the boys
removed the nozzles and inserted butt plugs. They pulled our heads up
and Dave joined us in the tub. He turned on the shower and had us wash
his important parts. After we soaped, massaged, and rinsed his now
rigid cock, he pulled my head towards him and I opened my mouth to
receive his cock. He fucked my mouth for a few strokes, then pulled
out and turned towards Cathy. Her open mouth was waiting for him to
insert his cock and fuck away. A few more strokes and he came back to
me. We alternated getting our mouths fucked until Dave finally held my
head as he shot a load of cum down my throat. Dave got out of the tub
and Jim took his place. After we cleaned him appropriately, he
repeated the alternating mouth fuck until he shot his load into
Cathy’s mouth. Jim got out and as he dried himself off, Cathy and I
were instructed to finger yourselves. We stood in the tub, leaning
against the wall with our legs spread as wide as they could in the
tub. One hand down into my snatch, the other squeezing my titties, I
began to pump my hot slick hole, rubbing my clit with each stroke. It
didn’t take long before I came. I opened my eyes and watched Cathy
slide down into an open-legged squatting position and pump two fingers
in and out of her cunt with total abandon. While she recovered, I was
allowed to empty my ass after Jim pulled out the butt plug. When I
finished, Dave came back and told Jim that everything was ready. Jim
had me get into the tub and he rinsed me off quickly. Dave was pulling
out Cathy’s butt plug. (Actually he was enjoying just wiggling it
around in her tail.) Jim took me back out into the kitchen, where Dave
had laid a sheet on the table and prepared for the next activity. Jim
had me lay on the table and spread my legs wide. (I had gotten my cunt
shaved clean when I went to a reunion in January. I kept it hairless
all spring. Dave liked it so much, that he talked to Jim about it
whenever they called to plan this trip. I stopped shaving my cunt in
June to give these boys something to do. And now Jim was going to do
it.) Jim took a shaving mug and brush and lathered my cunt, from the
top of my triangle, down my slit and across my asshole. Then he took a
razor and gently removed what little hair I had grown in the last
seven weeks. He smiled every moment, especially when he shaved my
outer lips. He inserted his finger into my cunthole and squeezed my
lip between his thumb and the finger in my hole. He pulled my lip taut
and shaved off every little hair follicle. When he was finished with
my cunt, he had me turn over. Knees and tits on the table, ass high in
the air, he applied more lather to my ass, not just my asshole or my
crack, but all over my asscheeks as well. Again he very gently shaved
me, leaving not a single piece of fuzz on my ass. He wiped off the
remaining lather and liberally applied some baby oil. He made sure
that I was very smooth and slick and ready. Jim took me from the table
and Cathy took my place. Jim had me bend over slightly so he could
fondle me from behind while we watched Cathy get shaved. He slipped
two fingers into my cunt and his thumb into my ass. He held me this
way until Dave had shaved Cathy’s cunt and ass as well as Jim had done
mine. I wiggled against Jim’s fingers when we watched Dave oil up
Cathy, especially when he worked two oil-coated fingers into her cunt
and twisted his hand around. When Dave finished having his fun with
Cathy’s slick cunt and ass, she was taken from the table and we were
escorted to the living room, where the boys had laid out our new
bathing suits, suits they had bought for us.

The tops were fairly standard, two small triangles of cloth with some
strings to tie behind our necks and backs. The bottoms however were
quite interesting. One triangle of cloth with two strings from one
point. We were instructed to hold the triangle against our mound while
the boys pulled the two strings between our legs, up into our
asscracks. They then tied a knot in the strings at the top of our
asscrack. Bringing the two strings around out hips, they threaded the
strings thru eyelets across the top of the triangle and tied a bow
when they met in the center. This allowed the triangle to cover our
slits (it could be spread out or bunched up thin depending on how much
shaven mound they wanted to show off), but left our asscheeks bare for
everyone to see. The boys put on their suits and we left for the
beach.

We spent the morning (what was left of it) just lying in the sun. The
boys made sure we were properly covered with sunscreen. They took
turns rubbing it all over our exposed skin, especially our pale
asscheeks. The boys talked between themselves and let Cathy and I do
some girl talking. (What we talked about would be too much for this
story and I may use it for another.) In early afternoon, the boys got
hungry and we picked up our stuff and went to lunch. We went to a
small burger place. The boys got seats and Cathy and I went up to the
counter to get the food (and show off our shiny asscheeks to
everyone). After we ate, Dave and I cuddled up together while the boys
talked some more. Dave had his arm around me, with his hand down toward
my cunt. At one point, he took his soda and got out a small piece of
ice. Hidden by the table, he slipped his hand under the skimpy
triangle covering my slit and rubbed that piece of ice against my hot
clittie. If he had asked, I would have stripped and fucked him right
there, I was so hot. But he didn’t ask, or tell or do anything else
sexual. He left the ice held against my clit by my own lips and we got
up and went back to the beach. Walking back to the beach, Cathy asked
me if my piece of ice had melted as quickly as her’s. We giggled, and
Jim looked back at us and told us we would get more later. At the
beach we spent the afternoon laying in the sun and watching the people
walking by. Cathy and I watched for good looking guys (‘Hunk Alert’)
while the boys watched for girls of course (‘Bimbo Alert’). Although I
would not have minded getting a few of those girls stripped just for
myself.

Late in the afternoon, we packed up and went back to the house. The
boys took us around back to an outside shower. All four of us could
fit in it, but Dave stayed out to prepare the barbecue. Jim had us
take off his bathing suit and wash him completely. Surprisingly he
left Cathy and I in our suits. When he was clean, he turned off the
shower and had us kneel down. He repeated the mouth fuck, this time
shooting his load into my mouth. He told me not to swallow it yet. He
pushed Cathy and I together till our faces met. Her lips parted and we
pushed his cum back and forth with our tongues until we were separated
by Dave. We each swallowed what cum we had and stripped and washed
Dave. When we finished cleaning him, he repeated the mouth fuck,
cumming in Cathy’s mouth. She didn’t need any guidance this time as we
clinched and exchanged Dave’s cum with our eager tongues. Dave bent
over and told us that we could have some fun with each other now, but
that they expected us to come out of the shower clean enough to eat.

Cathy and I swallowed Dave’s cum and quickly stripped off each other’s
suits. We spent a long time soaping up tits, cunts and asses. We were
careful not to get any soap inside our cunt holes, but I bent Cathy
over and soaped her ass, carefully working one, then two fingers into
her tail. I had her hands on the wall in front of her so she couldn’t
finger her clit. I pumped her ass until I knew she would cum at the
first touch to her clit. I pulled out of her ass and rinsed her off
and then rinsed myself. I told Cathy to lay down on the floor of the
shower. I told her that we should check to be sure we were edible
enough to please the boys. She laid down and pointed out that the
shower walls left a 9 nine gap at the floor and that the boys (and the
neighbors) could see us on the floor if they looked. I told her that
we should give them a good show and squatted down, pushing my clean
shaven cunt onto her mouth and pressed my tongue against her clit.
It took only a few licks on her clit to make her cum (just what I
wanted) and I spent the next few minutes licking the delicious cream
from her clean cunthole. Several times Cathy would lick my hole and
clit just to the point of cumming and then she would push me away.
Being larger and stronger than me, she kept my cunt from rubbing
against her when she didn’t want me to cum. After I had calmed down,
she would pull me back towards her mouth and she would begin again by
stuffing her tongue into my hole. Three times she brought me to the
edge of orgasm only to push my cunt away before I could cum. The third
time she held me with one hand on each asscheek and began to rub my
asshole with her fingertips. I pushed my tongue as deep into her cunt
as I could trying to get her to let me cum. She worked on my asshole
and pushed her cunt up at my tongue. She pulled my ass open and worked
a finger from each hand into my tail. I licked at her hot moist hole
wanting to cum, wanting her to cum. When I thought she was at the
edge, I moved my mouth back to her clit and sucked her erect nub into
my mouth and sucked hard. She came, intense, quick waves of pleasure
swept thru her. She clamped her legs around my head, keeping me in my
place and she pushed her fingers into my asshole up to the second
knuckle. She pulled my cuntlips open with her thumbs and drove her
tongue deep into my hole. She wiggled her tongue in me until her
orgasm subsided. She released my head and pulled her tongue out of my
cunt. I begged her to make me cum. She laughed and said that she was
going to leave my orgasm for the boys. She rolled me off her, and we
hugged and kissed and she told me that I gave her two great orgasms
and that we were switch roles the next day. We got up, rinsed off one
more time and prepared to leave the shower. It was twenty feet from
the shower door to the back door of the house, and two very naked
girls covered that distance very quickly, only to be stopped at the
door by Dave. He gave us each a hand towel and told us to dry off on
the back porch before coming inside. We quickly dried off in full view
of any of the neighbors. We didn’t see anyone else watching us, but if
anyone was, they got a good show. The boys barbequed dinner outside
while Cathy and I did all the inside preparations. After dinner, we
went into the living room and sat, drinking good wine, listening to
good music. It was a very relaxing part of the evening. After several
hours (and bottles of wine), none of us were feeling any pain. Dave
got up and prepared another cartridge for the [[cd]] player. When he
started it, Jim stood up and stripped off his shirt and shorts. Dave
did the same. Now with all four of us naked the boys announced that it
was time for desert, and we were it. Cathy and I were moved to the
couch, we leaned back, pulled our legs up and then out to expose our
clean hairless cunts. Jim brought out a tray with some desert stuff on
it. Both boys grabbed a banana, peeled it and worked it into a cunt.
Dave filled mine and Jim filled Cathy’s. They broke off any piece that
extended beyond our lips. Then they poured chocolate syrup all over
our shaven cunts. They poured a little onto each tittie. Then a spray
can of whipped cream, again onto our cunts and a little on our tits.
Finally a cherry to top each tit mound and one where our clit was
hidden. Dave took out a Polaroid camera and took a picture of each of
us. At last they began to eat us. Slowly Dave licked away the whipped
cream. He had to press his tongue against my skin to lick the
chocolate off. He avoided the inside of my slit, cleaning off only the
outside. I wanted him to tongue my clit and hole so much, I pushed my
cunt up at his tongue, but he held me back. He switch to licking my
tiny tits clean. He sucked at each nipple until it was hard and
sensitive. He moved back to my cunt and pulled my lips open with his
thumbs. The now softened banana peeked out, and I instinctively
squeezed it, pushing out toward Dave’s mouth. He put his tongue
against it and pushed it back in. Then he let up and I pushed it out,
then he pushed it in, and we fucked my cunt with that banana until I
was ready to cum. Dave started eating the banana as I pushed it out.
When He had eaten all of it, he pressed his mouth to my cunt and
pushed his tongue into my hot juicy hole. His wiggling tongue drove me
over the edge and I flooded his mouth with cum. I squeezed my legs to
hold his head in place until I finished creaming. When I relaxed I saw
Cathy writhing in pleasure as Jim finished tonguing her. When he
finished Dave told him that I had squeezed his head with my legs. Jim
said that Cathy had also gotten a little carried away with her orgasm.
He suggested that we be trained to cum without hurting our partners.
Dave agreed and ordered me to turn over on the couch. I knelt down on
the floor, bent over the couch seat. Jim had Cathy join me. Dave knelt
behind me, pushed my legs apart and inserted his cock into my waiting
hole. With one push he buried his cock into me. Jim did the same to
Cathy and they began a slow rhythmic fuck. Dave fucked in and out
until I was again on the edge of orgasm. He pushed all the way in and
held me until Jim got Cathy to the same state of pleasure. They pulled
out, slapped our tails, and switched places. Quickly Jim took his
position deep in my cunt and they continued their steady driving fuck.
In a very short time a shattering orgasm shook me. Jim kept his even
pace during my orgasm. When I was finished, he pushed in and held me,
reaching under me to cup my titties. We stayed that way until Dave had
finished Cathy. Here we were, two freshly fucked cunts, stuffed full
of hard cocks that hadn’t cum yet. When Cathy had rested, the boys
pulled out and pushed us down onto the floor, my head toward Cathy’s
cunt. The boys came down behind us. Dave lifted Cathy’s leg, Jim
lifted mine, and we dove into each other’s hot slit cunt. Cathy was so
hot and sweet and creamy, I licked at her lips and clit and drove my
tongue into her hole. Cathy vigorously returned the favor and my
pleasure increased. A gentle pressure against my asshole indicated
that one of the boys was about to take my tail for his pleasure. I
didn’t care which guy it was, they are both great fuckers and I wanted
to be fucked. I loosened my ass muscles as that cock entered and sunk
into my tail. A hand pushed my head away from Cathy’s cunt enough to
let a cock push its way into Cathy’s rectum. I planted my mouth on her
clit and sucked. I sucked and nibbled at her passion button. I wanted
her to cum with that cock up her tail. Cathy beat me to it. By sucking
on my clit she made me cum first. Again I squeezed my legs to hold
her, not as hard as I did for Jim, but still she didn’t pull away. I
sucked at Cathy’s clit again and again until she came. Her juices
flowed and the sweet scent and taste of her cream filled my mind. The
boys pushed us tighter together and fucked our asses until they came.
When both boys had shot a load of cum into a hot ass, they pulled out
and let Cathy and I lay there cuddling against each other’s cunt for a
while. They went and cleaned up. When they came back, they pulled us
apart and Dave said that I needed more training in how to cum without
squeezing the person making me cum. Jim agreed and they took Cathy
away. They took her into my bedroom and strapped my 10 inch dildo onto
her. This dildo has a strap that goes around the girl’s waist,
threading thru a strap that goes down thru her crotch and up her ass.
This crotch strap has an extension of the dildo on the inside. It is
an arm ending in a marble sized ball. This ball fits just inside the
girls cunthole. It moves in and out of her hole and the arm rubs her
clit back and forth when the girl fucks the dildo in and out of
someone else. It makes sure that the fucker gets an orgasm as well as
the fuckee.

This time Cathy was the fucker and I was the fuckee. Not the way I had
wanted it when I packed the dildo but I was ready for any kind of
orgasm tonight. The boys knelt down on each side of me. They pulled my
arms over my head and held them there. Then they pulled my legs up and
open, exposing my shaved, licked, fucked and horny cunt to Cathy and
that 10 inches of fake cock. They told her to kneel down and stuff
that dildo into my hole. She got down and put the head of the dildo
between my wet lips. She slowly pushed the dildo into me. Slowly,
steady pushing filled me with that dildo. When she got it all the way
in, she tangled one of her tits by my mouth and I licked and sucked at
it, until she pulled away. Cathy moved her other tit to me and got it
sucked as well. Jim slapped her on the ass and told her to give me a
really good fucking. She pulled back and slammed into me. She began a
hard pounding fuck. The hard thrusts quickly raised me to a plateau of
pleasure that felt great. She occasionally pushed a tit to my face but
pulled it back before I could suck on it. This fuck was going to take
a long time. After cumming a few times, I get to the point where
further sex gets me to this pleasure plateau but orgasm takes longer
and they tend to become less intense and recovery takes even longer.
Cathy kept pounding at my open cunt. Because the boys were holding my
arms and legs, I couldn’t do much to speed up my orgasm. Cathy pounded
at my cunt. We were covered with sweat. I couldn’t do anything but
take the fuck what ever way they wanted to give it to me. Cathy jammed
that dildo into me and bobbed up and down to force the little ball to
finish her orgasm. Cathy collapsed on top of me. When she recovered,
Dave switched places with her. When Cathy had pulled my leg open to
match Jim’s hold on me, Dave jammed his cock into me and repeated
Cathy’s pounding fuck. I don’t remember if I came or not, but the
pleasure of the fuck kept me in ecstasy. He pounded and pounded and
eventually he shot into me. Dave and Jim switched places and Jim
continued the pound fuck that Cathy had started. By the time Jim shot
his load, I was completely exhausted. So completely exhausted that I
fell asleep on the floor while the three of them washed and dried me.
Dave carried me into our bedroom and they put me to bed. Cathy told me
later that all three fondled me and kissed each sex organ goodnight.
The boys took Cathy back into the living room and Dave gave her a
licking and then Jim gave her a licking and then they went to bed.
Dave coming into bed with me.

Tuesday was a repeat of Monday except that we didn’t need to be shaved
and Cathy and I switched roles. In the shower after we got home from
the beach, Cathy licked me to orgasm and then I licked her to the edge
of cumming and stopped, and then I repeated that two more times until
Cathy was ever so ready to fuck, or suck or get fingered or whatever
so she could cum. After dinner and wine, the boys made us into sundaes
again. I came really long and hard when Jim ate that banana out of my
cunt. When they put us onto the floor, Cathy and I dove into each
other’s hot sweet cunts. This time when a cock started to poke into
Cathy’s ass, I looked up to see that it was Jim. Last night it must
have been Jim in my ass and Dave in Cathy’s. Cathy and I traded licks
and sucks and orgasms until the boys shot their cum into our tails.
They left us there while they went to clean up and get more drinks.
Cathy pulled me on top of her and continued licking my slit even when
Dave’s cum started oozing out of my asshole, down my slit and onto her
tongue. When Jim’s cum was oozing out of her ass, I stroked her
asscrack with my fingers, bringing his cum into my mouth. I even
inserted a finger into her slick asshole to get the cum out of her.
Her ass certainly loosened up a lot since her anal deflowering last
winter. The boys came back with drinks and told us it was my turn to
fuck Cathy. They send me into the bedroom to get the strap-on dildo
while they spread Cathy out for her fucking. In the bedroom I
unscrewed the dildo and inserted two batteries. The boys apparently
didn’t know that this thing is a vibrator as well as an artificial
cock. I went back into the living room and saw Cathy beautiful pink
cunt, slick with her juice and my saliva, ready and willing to be
fucked. I walked over to them, knelt down in front of Cathy and
quickly pressed the vibrator against her clit and cunthole while I
leaned forward to kiss each nipple. The vibrations startled her and
she gasped and the boys laughed when they realized that the dildo
was now a vibrator and the Cathy was about to receive a first class
fucking. I leaned back and reached down to point the vibrating head
into her hole. She smiled at me and I plunged its length into her
filling her hole with the hard vibrating shaft. I held it deep inside
her forcing her to accept the pleasure of the vibrations. She squeezed
her cunt muscles around the rod and tried to hold it in when I pulled
back. I slammed into again and began a hard pounding fuck, as hard and
pounding and as completely satisfying as the one she gave me the night
before. The hard pounding strokes quickly built up her pleasure, then
I switched to long slow deep strokes to keep her on that high plateau
of pleasure. The vibrations working back thru that little ball brought
me to the same pleasure plateau. I decided to try for a combined
orgasm, hers and mine at the same time. I increased the speed of my
strokes in her hot cunt until I knew she was on the verge of orgasm. I
rammed that vibrator deep into her and sat back. This pushed the
little ball a little deeper into my hole but more important it pushed
the vibrator up against the roof of Cathy’s vagina. The vibration
quickly drove us both over the edge and we shuttered and moaned and
came. I collapsed on top of Cathy. The boys released her and we hugged
for the remainder of our mutual orgasm. When Jim decided we had had
enough, he pulled me off of her and we swapped places. Dave and I
pulled her legs open and held her arms and legs so Jim could continue
the thorough fucking Cathy was to receive. He pounded in and out of
her hot well-fucked cunt until he shot a load deep into that love
hole. I was not given time to turn off the vibrator that was strapped
on my mound so I was being drive to a long slow growing orgasm. I am
fairly certain that Cathy came at least once with Jim but she doesn’t
remember much more than reaching that level of pleasure and staying
there. Then Jim and Dave switched places and Dave continued the fuck
until he came. The vibrator had me so sexually aroused that the boys
had me get back into Cathy’s cunt. This time she was allowed to follow
her sexual instincts and wrap her arms and legs around me while I
tried to cum one more time. The boys went to get some wet washcloths
and towels. When they returned, I had had my orgasm and Cathy and I
were still cuddled together with the vibrator buzzing away at our
cunts. The boys helped me up and out of the straps. We gently washed
and dried our sleeping sex partner. The boys lifted her up and carried
her to their bedroom and we put her to bed, again each of us kissing
her mouth, her nipples and her freshly (thoroughly) fucked cunt. The
boys and I went back into the living room. I was told to sit on the
couch. Jim knelt down between my legs. He lifted them up and spread
them and gave me a slow gentle licking, cleaning off my outer lips
then proceeding to the inner lips. He repeatedly licked from my
asshole up across my cunthole around my clit and back down. He did
this for a few minutes, then he got up, kissed me on the lips and the
nipples, said good night and went to bed. Dave took his place and
repeated the long slow licks, but intermingled a few clit sucks. My
pleasure built but I didn’t cum. It would have taken hours to cum but
the pleasure was there anyway. He stood up and led me to bed. We
cuddled and kissed and had a great restful night’s sleep.

Wednesday turned out to be a very anally oriented day. Again there was
the breakfast licking that they gave us, but when they took us to the
bathroom for our shower, we were told that they would only be fucking
our asses today. We were taken into the shower by Jim. He turned on
the water and we washed him all over. Then they washed me. Jim paid
special attention to my ass. Then he and I washed Cathy, again his
attention was on her ass. Then Jim turned off the water. He had me at
one end of the tub, he was at the other end and Cathy was between us.
He instructed Cathy to face the wall and bend over a bit, sticking her
ass out at Dave, who was watching us. She took her position and Dave
handed be a liquid soap container and told me to soap up Cathy’s ass
REAL good. I pumped a stream of soap at the top of her asscrack and
watched it ooze down to her asshole. I put my finger just under her
hole and when the soap arrived, I began to massage her pucker. Using
the soap as lubrication I worked my finger into her hot tail. She
squirmed a bit but not in pain. I pulled my finger out, applied more
liquid soap and continued exploring her rectum. The more I worked on
her hole the soapier and slicker she got, the easier it was to pump
her without causing pain or discomfort. Jim told me to use two fingers
with a generous coat of soap. I did and slowly worked two fingers into
her until she had loosened up to take them without pain. Finally Jim
stopped me and had Cathy bend over to touch the bottom of the tub.
This opened her ass a bit more and gave it a near vertical angle. Jim
put his thumbs on each side of her asshole, squeezed his fingers into
her asscheeks and pulled her asshole open. Dave told me to pump some
more soap into Cathy’s open rectum. When I did, Jim had Cathy stand up
and face away from Jim. Dave had me sit down on the side of the tub.
Cathy was instructed to bend over and lean on the wall in front of her.
This put her big fleshy tits dangling in front of me. Jim pulled her
cheeks and pushed his cockhead into her slick tail. He asked her what
she wanted now. Cathy said she wanted to get her ass fucked. Jim
easily slid his rod deep into her soapy cavern. He told me that I
could play with her tits or her cunt, anything I wanted, except her
ass, that he would take care of that. Then he began a slow deep
fucking rhythm. I reached out and took her tits in my hands and
squeezed and pulled at them the way a farmer would milk a cow’s tits
(sorry for the analogy, comparing Cathy to a cow isn’t nice, but I
spent some time on a farm when I was young and milking a cow was one
of the things I did there and that was the same thing I was now doing
to Cathy’s tits, my only regret is that she didn’t have any milk in
them for me to squeeze out). After a bit I moved one hand down to her
cunt and my finger found her soapy slick crack and slipped inside. I
rubbed her clit around a bit causing her to start moaning. Then I
moved my fingertip down to her cunthole and in, in deep and easy. She
was very slick first from her own juices and then from the soap oozing
down from her asshole. A pinch on her clittie triggered her first
orgasm. After she calmed down a bit I resumed the tit squeezes and
cunt fingering until Cathy had a second orgasm and until Jim pulled
her onto his cock and held her while his hot load of cum was spewing
up her tail. When he recovered he slipped out of her tail and Dave
inserted a butt plug before much of Jim’s cum got out.

Now we switched places, Jim got out, Dave got in and I was put in the
middle. We washed Dave all over, I took the low spots and Cathy took
the high ones. Then they washed me again. Then I was told to get into
position and Cathy began to soap up my ass. Just her finger action in
my ass got me halfway to orgasm. Then Dave had me bend over and
slipped his head into my ass. He asked me what I wanted and I told him
I wanted the best assfuck he could give. His response was a quick deep
plunge into my slick asshole. Cathy wasted no time and began to tweek
my nipples and finger my cunt. Her loving strokes to my clit and
Dave’s equally loving but more filling strokes in my ass quickly
brought me to orgasm. Cathy decided to tweak my clit after I started
cumming and that extended and intensified my orgasm. I was in a daze
of pleasure after that. I don’t know how long I was getting fucked or
exactly what Cathy was doing to my nipples and cunt, but it felt great
and I came again. This one was longer and broader and beautiful. Just
near the end, Dave slipped his hands underneath me, cupped my titties
in his hands, lifted my chest up, pushed as deep into my tail as
possible and shot his load. We were both weak when he finished and
Cathy had to hold me up until Jim could get the butt plug inserted
into me. Then they sat me down and let me recover. Cathy was given a
bottle of prepared douche and told to clean the soap out of her cunt.
It was a pleasure sitting at one end of the tub, freshly fucked,
watching Cathy spread her legs, spread her sexy hairless cuntlips and
flush out one of her pleasure holes. When Cathy was finished, I was
given a bottle and told to clean myself out. I did, giving Cathy and
Jim and Dave as good a cunt show as I could. When I was finished, we
were placed to receive our daily enemas. The boys hung up the enema
bags, pulled out our butt plugs, inserted the nozzles and filled our
tails with a hot soapy enema. A second enema was hot but clear water
and a third was warm clear water to finish flushing out our asses.
Cathy and I were allowed to shower and when we went into the living
room we were the cleanest ladies on the beach (tits,cunts, and asses,
but definitely not clean minded). In the living room the boys
presented us with some new toys. We each received two sets of Ben-wa
balls. One silver and one gold colored. The boys told us that the gold
ones were for our cunts and the silver were for our asses. We were
told to lay on the couch at opposite end, with our legs in the middle
and up in the air. Dave inserted a set of gold balls into my cleaned
out cunt while Jim did the same to Cathy. Then Jim inserted the silver
balls into my ass while Dave did Cathy. Finally we were dressed in our
bathing suits and taken down to the beach.

Those balls stuffed into our cunts and asses kept moving around,
keeping us very aroused. Even when we laid absolutely still, they
still had us excited. Cathy and I needed to cum, to get push this
pleasure further to climax. We tried walking and jogging. Nothing
we could do in public would get us to orgasm. Then Cathy suggested
that we go into the water and masturbate out there. Jim told her that
if we went into the water, they would come with us, strip us, fuck us
and leave us out there without suits, to walk home naked, shaved, and
freshly fucked. We decided not to go into the water to masturbate.
Finally at lunchtime, the boys took us back to the house. They brought
us around back. They told us to stand in the middle of the yard and
strip. When we were naked, Dave turned on the hose and sprayed us,
concentrating on our hot horny cunts. They told us to shower. We were
allowed to remove the balls from our cunts and asses, but we were told
not to finger, or lick our cunts. They still did not want us to cum.
Cathy and I showered, sucking on each others tits, but obeying the
boys and not playing with our cunts. When we went into the house, the
boys told us that they had called for pizza and that it would be there
very soon. The boys positioned us on the couch. We were placed so that
our shoulders were on the bottom and our asses against the back, with
our legs up in the air. They had us spread our legs to show off our
hot, clean cunts and asses. The doorbell rang and Dave opened the
door. He invited the delivery boy in to get paid. He was young, about
16 or 17 and he was very surprised at seeing Cathy and I on display
like that. Dave told us to masturbate for our guest while he went to
get his money. After an entire morning with Ben-wa balls in us, not
being allowed to cum, Cathy and I did not need any more instruction or
encouragement, even with a total stranger there to watch. Our fingers
plunged into our cunts, two from one hand into my hole, two from the
other hand to rub my clit. In a matter of moments I was cumming.
Cathy’s legs thrashing around indicated that her orgasm was at hand as
well. When we were satisfied (temporarily), the delivery boy was asked
if he would like to taste our creamy cunts. He said yes and was
allowed five licks at each of us. That wasn’t enough to make us cum
again, but his cock was standing at attention when he left. We were
taken off the couch and we had our lunch. I will never be able to look
at another pizza without thinking of the smile on that boy’s face when
he had licked us. After lunch, the boys asked us if we were
comfortable at the beach that morning. We explained about the constant
arousal and our wanting to cum. They suggested that the extreme heat
of the afternoon might make things even hotter to handle. They decided
to try to compensate for the heat. We were taken into the bathroom and
put down in position for another enema. This time Jim brought a bowl
of crushed ice with him. They prepared two enema bags, each contained
a handful of crushed ice and cold tap water. They bags were sealed
and given to us, so that we could make sure there was no ice unmelted
before they filled out asses with the ice-cold water. This rush of
cold water was unlike any enema I have had. It filled, it chilled, it
made my nipples get very tight and pointed. Cathy and I were shivering
from the unusual sensations. The boys lifted up our chests and with
each hand rubbed an ice cube around our nipples. After a few circles
on our nips, the ice cubes were put down to our clits. The chill
amplified the tingling in our tails. When the ice had melted, Cathy
and I were very eager to fuck, but definitely were not hot and sweaty
like the boys. We were allowed to let the cold water out and clean
each other up. When we got back to the living room, the boys had us
take kneeling positions on the couch, leaning over the back. They
poured some lubricating oil (sexy kind) onto our asses and rubbed it
into all the nooks and crannies. Then Jim grabbed my waist and slid
his cock into my chilled but slick and willing asshole. I turned back
to watch Dave slide effortlessly into Cathy’s butt. They fucked our
tails slowly, gently, warming up our clean cool tunnels with each
stroke. We were not allowed to play with ourselves so neither Cathy
nor I were able to cum before the boys left their latest loads in us.
They pulled out and told us to stay there while they got something
from the kitchen. They brought back two bowls. The bowls had been in
the freezer all during lunch. They contained the oil the boys had
lubed our tails with and our Ben-wa balls. The balls were now quite
cold, but slick, too slick to stick to anything. The balls were put
into the designated sex receptacles, and we were allowed to put our
suits back on. The afternoon on the beach was even more sexually
frustrating for Cathy and I than the morning was. We wanted to cum, so
much, so badly. The balls did not retain their coolness very long
under that hot sun, but they certainly were slick enough to move
around inside us.

At dinner time, we went back to the house. Cathy and I were instructed
to strip down in the backyard, extract the Ben-wa balls, shower, wash
each other and then come inside the house. We were strictly forbidden
to make ourselves or each other cum. When we got inside we found the
boys getting dinner ready. We were told to just go into the living
room and sit down (again we were told not to play with ourselves). The
boys brought in platters of hamburgers and fixings and chips and beer.
When we all had finished, the boys had us stand up. They moved to
particular seats that were good for watching the television. Dave had
me bend over in front of him and he applied a generous coat of butter
to my asshole, gently but thoroughly poking it into me. Jim did the
same thing to Cathy. Then Dave held my waist and guided me onto his
lap. He had me put one hand between my legs to hold his cock and aim
it into my asshole. When I had impaled myself on his hard cock, he
pulled me down snug and then back to lie against his chest. When Cathy
was in the same position, Jim picked up the remote control for the TV
and VCR and turned them on. The video tape was a special one they had
found. It was all about a pair of college girls who majoring in
assfucking. Every other scene was one or both of these girls with a
thick cock up their ass. And Cathy and I watched with our own lovers
buried in our tails. After about 30 minutes Cathy and I were so hot,
and so eager to cum, the boys let us finger ourselves, still sitting
on their cocks. We were allowed to cum three times before the movie
ended. We were hot, with tender clitties from the fierce rubbing we
gave ourselves and still very eager to satisfy the cocks that were
filling our asses. The last scene in the movie was an orgy where the
girls were placed mouth to cunt and told to lick each other (their
first time supposedly) while a dozen or so guys took turns fucking
their asses. During this very hot scene, Cathy and I were not allowed
to play with our clits or finger our holes. The two girls in the movie
outfucked all the guys and were still so horny that they fell back
into each others arms and kept eating each other during the closing
credits. Jim shut off the TV and VCR and we were told to stand up. The
boys cleared to table and moved it out of the way. We were laid down
on the floor in a sixty-nine position on our sides, but were told not
to start anything. Dave laid down behind me and slipped into my ass
again. Jim laid down and slipped into Cathy. Now we were told that we
could start licking each other and the boys would start fucking us,
and no one was to stop until they were totally exhausted. I figured
that after three finger fucks, Cathy and I would not last as long as
the boys, who had shown remarkable sexual patience. The slickness that
had been delivered to our tails all day long had not yet dissipated and
we were able to take the assfucking for a very long time. My tongue
and jar got tired before my cunt and ass did. The boys switched asses
after each orgasm, but after the third one, both cocks were just a
little too limp to continue. Cathy and I worked up enough energy to
spend licking each other a bit after the boys gave up, just to show
them we were just as good at fucking as the girls in the movie. When
we went to bed, I fell asleep on Dave’s chest rather than cuddled up
like spoons, which is our normal position (my ass was a bit warm).

On Thursday, we were told that we could please each other as much as
we wanted to. Thursday would be our lesbian day. At breakfast, we gave
the boys a good sucking before we climbed onto the table. Cathy and I
kissed, trading cum from our lovers, while they sweetened our cunts
with the maple syrup. After we swallowed the boys cum, we laid down in
a familiar 69 position(me on top) and we licked at each other’s hot
sweet cunt until we had both had a very pleasurable orgasm. We were
taken to the bathroom and Cathy and I washed up thoroughly while the
boys watched. We purposely spent a lot of time soaping up tits and
cunts and asses. Cathy asked the boys to hold my asscheeks open so she
could soap my asshole very completely. I had to do the same to her,
and I took it a step further and filled her ass from a prepared enema
bag. I plugged her ass and then had the boys hold her spread-eagle
against the wall while I applied another soapy coat to her tits and
cunt (giving her one more good orgasm). She enjoyed filling my ass
with the enema and then when I was held spread-eagle Cathy used a
dildo to make my cunt cum. The boys helped us trade two more enemas
before Cathy and I rinsed off and got ready for the beach. At
mid-morning, Cathy suggested we go into the water. In the water, Cathy
and I inserted the Ben-Wa balls into each other and we giggled all the
way back to the blankets. The boys kept us very hot by having Cathy
and I recall every lesbian activity we had done starting with the ski
trip.

We stayed late at the beach, because it was going to get cloudy that
afternoon and the boys said Cathy and I could go shopping instead of
returning to the beach. Lunch time was very simple, strip in the
backyard (the boy next door was watching today), a shower (we were
allowed to cream each other as much as we wanted) and then lunch.
After lunch, Cathy and I put the balls back into our cunts and went
shopping. At each store where we tried on clothes, we went into the
same changing booth and played with each other. At one place (a bikini
shop) the store clerk got upset with our giggling and asked us to
stop. Cathy grabbed her, pulling her into the booth with us and held
her while I removed the bitch’s top. She had bigger, firmer tits than
I had played with in a long time and I just had to squeeze them. I
stripped off her bottoms and then held her for Cathy to play with a
bit. Cathy gave her enough of a fingering to get her moaning but not
enough to make her cum. We left her, stripped naked and halfway to
orgasm in the changing room. We dropped her bikini at the cash
register.

Dinner time included another porno movie. This one entirely about
lesbian sex. The boys kept our cunts busy with little silver bullet
shaped vibrators. They kept the remote controls and adjusted the
intensity at their pleasure. After the movie, the boys knew we had
very hot eager cunts and they let us eat each other for as long as we
wanted. Much later (Cathy and I really like eating each other’s cunt),
the boys made ice cream sundaes and brought them to us. After desert,
Dave brought out my strap-on dildo and helped me get ready to fuck
Cathy the way Jim would. Cathy asked if Jim could join this fuck and I
suggested that she sit her ass on his cock and then I would complete
the sex sandwich by fucking her cunt. Cathy got very noisy during that
fuck, so I squeezed her nipples with each stroke to punish her. She
really got louder and came more intensely. We rested and watched
another movie, about twin sisters finding their mother’s collection of
dildos and using them on each other. It was a short movie, only about
30 minutes but at the end I was hot and ready to get my sandwich fuck.
I sat into Dave’s cock while Jim strapped the dildo into and onto
Cathy. She took a lot of pleasure in feeding me her sexy tits before
she plunged that fake cock into my willing cunt. I squeezed and sucked
on her tits while she pumped in and out of me until I had cum. She
rested a bit, gently rubbing her tits against my face before she
returned to her steady paced fucking until she reached her orgasm.
When we were ready for bed, Dave inserted my bullet vibrator into my
ass and Jim did the same to Cathy. Jim gave me her control and Dave
gave mine to Cathy, who promptly turned it up all the way. The boys
patted our asses and gave us good night kisses before sending us off
to one bedroom to spend the night in the glow of lesbian lust.

Friday was our last full day at the beach, but the morning was very
foggy. Very warm still fog covered everything. It was difficult to
even see the house across the street. The four of us had a very
leisurely breakfast, knowing that there was no hurry to get to the
beach and sun. After we had all eaten regular breakfast, Jim sat up on
the table and told Cathy and I that we could have some desert now.
Cathy took the maple syrup and pour it over his erect cock and tight
balls. We both dove for his cock and proceeded to lick and suck him
clean. We took turns sucking on his cockhead and licking his balls
until he was ready to cum. At that point Cathy sucked his cockhead
into her mouth and refused to surrender it. So I conceded and
continued licking Jim’s balls until he shot his load into Cathy’s
mouth. She sucked and sucked until his cock stopped its pulsating. I
knew that Cathy now had a mouthful of tasty cum. She stood up and
pulled me up to her. She clamped her mouth on mine and drove her
tongue between my lips. I opened my mouth in response to her
domineering approach and was rewarded with her tongue pushing Jim’s
cum into my mouth. We pushed and sucked his cum back and forth until
we each had an equal share and then we swallowed it and broke out
giggling. Abrupt slaps to our asscheeks reminded us that Dave had not
yet had his morning sucking. With him in position I poured chocolate
syrup all over his cock and balls. Cathy and I licked and sucked (me
doing more sucking and Cathy doing more licking) until Dave shot his
load into my mouth. It came suddenly and I almost lost it, but only a
little dribbled out. I stood up and Cathy quickly licked the dribble
off my cheek and then I repeated her cum sharing giggles and all.

Our morning showering started with Cathy and I getting our cunts
shaved clean for the last time of our vacation. The boys made sure
that our cunts were hot, wet and loose with almost continuous
fingering during the shaving process. We were instructed to bend over
the edge of the tub and again we took a hot soapy enema into your
tails. This time the boys plugged up our asses with the hot enema
inside. The boys handed us the shaving brushes and razors and said
that we could shave them now. Grins broke on our faces at the thought
of having a hairless cock and balls to play with. Cathy and I set to
our work and soon, Dave and Jim had no pubic hair near their erect
cocks. The boys unplugged our tails and flushed us out with two more
loads of water before taking us into the living room. Cathy and I were
placed in the center of the room facing each other. We were instructed
to bend over until our heads were resting on the other’s shoulder and
our tits were dangling down (at least Cathy’s were). The boys spread
our legs and applied a coat of lubricant to the full length of our
slits (from asshole to clit and back). They slowly pushed the silver
bullet vibrators into our hot, clean assholes and turned them on high.
Then Dave nuzzled his smooth hairless cock against my smooth hairless
cunt and pumped up and down my crack. I could see Jim behind Cathy
doing the same to her slick crotch. Dave slowly pointed his cockhead
at my cunt and worked just the head into my hot hole. When Jim got
into position, we were asked what we wanted and both Cathy and I
responded by begging for a good fucking. We wanted to get it, they
wanted to give it and so they plunged deep into our slick cunts and
pounded and pounded until Cathy and I came. The boys switched cunts
and with just their cockheads in our pleasure tunnels, we were again
asked what we wanted. This time we begged for them to fuck us until
they came inside of us. They plunged in and pounded away, giving Cathy
and I each, a great second orgasm and a load of cum in our cunts.

Later that morning, we decided to walk down to the beach. There was
still a pea-soup thick fog. Cathy and I wore the white halter dresses.
They are made from the sweatsuit type of cloth only thinner and
clingier. Of course, neither Cathy nor I wore bra or panties, just the
dress. While we were walking along the deserted beach, Cathy suggested
that she and I go into the water and have some fun with each other. We
waded into the strangely calm water and found it warmer than earlier
in week. We also found out that it was low tide and we could walk out
about 50 feet and be standing on a sand bar with the water up to my
titties. We could just barely see the lifeguard chair on the beach and
decided to stop there. Since there was very little chance of being
seen by anyone, I reached behind Cathy’s neck and unbuttoned her
halter and brought it down to expose her gorgeous tits. Her nipples
were very hard and erect and a tweak sent a shiver of pleasure thru
her. She responded by exposing my tits and tweaking them and then
asking me to suck on her nips. I haven’t been able to resist a pair of
titties like hers since college. I lifted up her full fleshy tits and
sucked at one nipple and then the other. Cathy kept busy by lifting up
the hem of my dress and stroking my cunt. I left her nips and kissed
her on the mouth. Our tongue immediately found each other and fought
for dominance. Our hands drove into each other’s cunts, probing slits,
rubbing clits, and poking cuntholes. Soon we were each standing on one
leg, with the other wrapped around, and a hand pumping in and out of
the other’s now open cunt. I had closed my eyes rather early in our
session but now I had to open them as another set of hands took hold
of my waist and a cock pressed against my asshole. I saw Dave behind
Cathy and I knew Jim was behind me and he slowly pushed into my
rectum. I felt Dave’s cock push into Cathy’s tail and I enhanced his
pleasure by inserting three fingers into her cunt and pumping
furiously. My desire to make them cum was matched only by Cathy and
Jim trying to make me cum. Cathy with three fingers of her own and Jim
with his cock sliding in and out of my willing tail. I can’t tell
which of us had the best orgasm, but Cathy and I surrendered to our
pleasure and collapsed into each other’s arms. The boys had to hold us
up until we recovered. Unfortunately the boys could not keep their
cocks erect after a good assfuck out in the Atlantic Ocean (if they
had been able to, Cathy and I would have switched partners and taken
another assfucking). We buttoned our halters and went back to the
beach. We walked some more, with our wet dresses sticking to us and
showing off every curve and crevice, and our asses leaking cum.

At lunch time we were on the main street near the neighborhood burger
place. We took some money from the boys and sent them on to the house
while Cathy and I bought lunch. Inside there were only two customers,
a guy and a girl from the beach badge patrol. She was a very-well
endowed blonde who looked like her bikini was painted on. Cathy and I
could have had a lot of fun turning her into a lesbian, but today it
was her partner that occupied our lusty thoughts. We had not seen him
at all that week. He was built like the guys in the body-building
machine commercials. We drooled the moment we saw him. After we put in
our order, Cathy and I went to the restroom. It was down a small
corridor that was right in line with Mr. Hunk. He could see us at the
end of the corridor but no one else could. Cathy was so hot for this
guy that she let me get behind her, unbutton her dress and lower the
front to show him her tits. She cupped them in her hands, sort of
offering them to him. He smiled and tried to keep up his conversation
with the blonde. When I saw that he wasn’t too flustered, I reached
around Cathy and slowly pulled up the hem until her hairless cunt was
exposed for his view. She spread her legs and I stroked her slit and
eventually poked my finger up her hole. After a little pumping I
pulled it out and brought it to my mouth and licked it clean. That
interrupted his conversation a bit but not too much. I instructed Cathy
to turn her back to him and bend over. I pulled up her dress so that
when she was all the way over, everything was exposed, tits, cunt and
asshole. I probed her cunt to show how wet she was and then when my
finger was covered with her juice, I moved up to her asshole and
slowly pushed into her willing rectum. That caused him to swallow his
soda the wrong way and the blonde got her bikini soaked with the rest
of his drink. Cathy quickly straightened out her dress and we picked
up lunch and were out of the place while Mr. Hunk, was trying to clean
off Ms. Bimbo and hide a raging hard-on at the same time. Cathy and I
giggled about it all the way home. (When Dave and Jim read this, it
will be the first time they know what we were giggling about for the
rest of the afternoon.)

The boys had the VCR set up and loaded with a porno movie when we got
back to the house. We ate lunch watching sex on the TV and then spent
all afternoon drinking wine, watching sex, critiquing the positions
and quality of the sex shows, and stroking and sucking the boys thru
several orgasms. After watching a movie about two roommates swapping
sex stories that ended with the two girls 69ing on the edge of the hot
tub, Cathy and I cuddled up on the rug and ate each other while the
boys compared our technique with the movie’s. We, of course, were
better. At dinner time we went outside (it had cleared very nicely)
and the boys started a barbecue while Cathy and I showered in the
outside shower. We were told not to make ourselves cum. In a bit, Jim
came in and had us wash him and then suck him until he was erect. Then
he left and Dave came in to get washed and sucked. But he too left
when we got him erect. We were instructed to wash each others cunt and
ass one more time and then come out for dinner. When we came out, the
boys had put their swimsuits on and the steaks were almost ready. Dave
instructed us to bend over the railing of the deck and spread our
legs. This would give the boy next door a great view of our asses. The
boys began spanking us, gently but firmly warming our butts and
juicing our cunts. When our tails were bright pink and tender and our
cunts wet and horny, we were sent inside to finish preparing dinner.
After dinner, we began preparing to leave, packing up clothes, beach
stuff, etc. We drank a lot of wine and were feeling no pain. Then the
boys said we needed one more enema before that stuff got packed away.
We were taken into the bathroom and put into position and received one
more hot soapy enema. They inserted butt plugs into us and had us wait
until they had packed up the VCR and television. When they came back,
they pulled out our plugs and let us empty out. Then Jim sat on the
toilet and had Cathy lay across his lap. Dave handed him a syringe
(not a drug-type needle, but more like a turkey baster, except a bit
thinner tip) that he had filled with mineral oil (a very good anal
lubricant). Jim inserted the tip into Cathy’s lovely rectum and
squeezed the oil into her. He gave her two loads of oil and then used
his finger to probe her hole and stretch her sphincter muscle. When he
finished he had a finger from each hand, stretching her asshole open.
Then he let her empty out the oil and suck on his rigid cock at the
same time. He did not let her suck him off yet, then I was put thru
the same lube job. Dave is very gentle with my ass, and even
stretching me wide open, he was gentle and loving and I almost came
from his probing, and I tried hard to make him cum in my mouth while
the oil oozed out of my ass. I didn’t get him off and Cathy and I
cleaned up and followed the boys back into the living room. The boys
got some blankets, a bottle of wine and tossed us our halter dresses.
We put them on and we all went down to the beach at 10:00 PM at night.
We found a quiet spot at the base of a large set of dunes that masked
an expensive cluster of empty houses from the sight and sound of the
surf. It was still a calm softly rolling sea and there seemed to be no
one else on the beach. We laid out the blankets and cuddle up between
them. Cathy and I in the middle, Dave cuddle up against my ass and Jim
against Cathy’s tail. We drank some more wine and fondle what ever sex
organ we could reach. Cathy and I were quickly relieved of our dresses
and the boys just as quickly had very hard cocks. As we got more
involved with our sexplay, we got less concerned with being seen.
Eventually, Cathy and I were put on our hands and knees next to each
other with my head at Cathy’s ass and Cathy getting a good view of
mine. The boys positioned their cocks at our assholes and slowly
pushed in. We offered no resistance. My ass was slick and smooth and
more willing to take Dave’s cock than ever. The boys began a slow
steady deep fucking motion. This was going to be a very long sexy fuck
and they wanted to enjoy every inch of it. After two dozen strokes or
so, the boys pulled out and switch partners, and Jim inserted his cock
and resumed the slow steady screwing. The boys swapped again after
more strokes and then swapped again and again. Cathy and I eventually
lowered ourselves to the blankets, our asses still high in the air,
but our tits on the blankets and our hands in our cunts. I
finger-fucked my hot wet hole and rubbed my clittie to two orgasms. I
didn’t know who was fucking my tail at what time and I really didn’t
care. Both boys were giving us a great assfuck and getting as much
pleasure from our tails as they were giving. Near the end, the boys
turned us on our sides, and nuzzled us up against each others creamy
cunts. The boys emptied their cocks into our oily assholes while Cathy
and I licked clitties and lapped cum from slick cunt holes. We fell
asleep cuddled up in the enlarged 69 position. We were only awaked by
two drunks yelling at the police a few hours later. We quickly got
dressed and were encouraged to hurry home by the officers. We got home
and kissed and fondled each other good-night before slipping into our
respective beds.

I woke up Saturday morning with Dave slipping into my still slick ass.
He had turned me face down on the bed, spread my legs and had inserted
the silver bullet vibrator into my cunt. His cock sliding thru my
backdoor finally roused me and then growing vibrations in my cunt
increased my attention. Dave wasn’t embedded in my ass as deeply as
when my hips are raised up, but he was enjoying it and so was I. After
two wakening orgasms in my cunt, Dave’s cock shot what he could into
my tail. Dave and I got up and went out to the bathroom. Cathy and Jim
were already awake and beginning on breakfast. Dave and I took a
shower, our first shower together all week. It was a warm loving
shower, I washed him, he washed me, and we made sure we were clean and
well-loved before we went to get some breakfast. We ate breakfast
while Cathy and Jim took their shower. When we were all fed and
washed, we finished cleaning up the house and packing to leave. We all
stayed completely naked until everything was packed and ready to put
into the cars. The boys put on their swimsuits to load up the cars,
and Cathy and I retired to a bedroom for one last cuntlicking session.
We licked and sucked and fingered until we had both cum and then the
boys had to separate us while we were trying to lick the cum out of
each other. We knelt down in front of our respective boyfriends,
pulled down their suits and sucked and licked their cocks to a full
erection and then we had them switch places and I sucked Jim’s last
load of cum into my mouth. When I was finished I turned to Cathy (who
had Dave’s last load in her mouth) and we kissed, sharing one last sex
act, sharing the boy’s cum. We swallowed the combined cum and finally
got dressed, kissed everyone good-bye (fondled what I could as well)
and left with smiles on our faces and tender well-worked sex organs.

“Ed?” She smiled at me, hesitating. I know how she felt, I
felt the same way. Here was this person I had been… well, intimate
with, all via computer, and now we were seeing each other in person
and still felt awkward. I gave her a hug, and she murmured in my ear,
“It’s good to hold you, finally.”

I stepped back for a moment to appraise her better. She did
look good in person, tall and slim but with a full, shapely figure. I
thought to myself, “I am a lucky guy.”

We were still a little nervous as we got into her car. We
chattered about all kinds of things, not getting to the point yet.
I’m not a kid, but I felt like I was on my first date. I was looking
straight ahead and blathering about something I can’t recall. Then I
felt her warm hand move over onto my thigh.

It was an electric moment, almost literally. I felt myself
getting excited right there on the freeway. I looked over and our
eyes met. I knew this was going to work out fine.

There was no more need to talk. Her hand was stroking my leg
and making me crazy. She was smiling over at me, like the cat eying a
canary, and her fingers were doing the walking. Up my thigh, slowly
and softly. And like a cat, she suddenly pounced! I gasped for a
second, trying to maintain my decorum. She rubbed my bulging crotch
and I swear she let out a little purr.

With terrible timing, we came up to some traffic and she had to
shift gears. Not wanting the moment to end, I decided it was my turn.
My hand moved over to her leg. It felt great through the thin cloth
of her slacks, slim and muscular. I had wondered if she was
describing herself accurately to me on the computer.

You see, we had met online, on GEnie. I’m a bit of a flirt, but
not really adventurous by nature. I don’t even remember how we became
friends, but it didn’t take long before we became a lot more than
that. We’d meet almost every night, at first in the chat area and
then moving over to Imagine*Nation, which is like chat combined with
an adventure game. We would lock ourselves into an online hotel room
and ravish one another. It was amazing, how realistic it felt. She’d
rub my back and nibble my ears, and I’d lick her until she cried out
for mercy. She told me she liked giving oral sex, and that she really
got off on swallowing. Music to my ears, if she wasn’t just getting
into a heavy fantasy trip.

I was about to find out.

We got to the hotel and I ran inside to check in. Neither of us
had eaten dinner, so we decided to go out and grab a bite. I tried to
talk her into room service, but she just laughed and told me to wait.

We sat next to each other in a small booth, getting close and
really feeling comfortable with each other. Still, it’s different, in
person, and we still had some exploring to do. Playfully I put my
hand back on her thigh and she let me explore for a moment before she
giggled and shooed me off.

“It’s not very dark here,” she said to me in a throaty voice.

“I know,” I groaned.

“Poor baby.”

But when the food arrived, somehow her hand found its way under
my napkin. It was really hard to concentrate on my sandwich. She was
just using her fingertips, running them up and down my cock. She
toyed with my zipper for a moment, then blushed and pulled back her
hand.

“I don’t want you to have to walk out of here all hunched over,”
she whispered to me.

“Got that right.”

Finally we got back to my hotel. On the way up the elevator we
grabbed each other passionately. All the way up to my floor near the
top of the hotel, our tongues explored each other. I ran my hands up
and down her back and caressed her bottom. A nice bottom, to be
sure.

Panting just a little, we entered my room. I moved to grab her
but she just skipped past me over to the window, opening the drapes.

“Great view!” She stood there, staring at the city spread
before us, all dark with jewels of light scattered all around.

I nodded behind her, not looking at the buildings much.

I walked up to her and put my arms around her waist from behind.
I nuzzled her neck and her ears. She sighed and relaxed into me.
Feeling adventurous, I reached up to her breasts. Oh lord, she had
nice ones! Full and firm. Keeping one hand up there, I moved my
other one down her belly. I heard a sharp intake of breath. A good
sign. I moved my hand down to her groin. It was warm. Very warm.
She was leaning back against me and breathing heavily. She started
running herself against me.

“Cindy, let’s back away from the window for a minute.”

She didn’t answer. Standing in front of a window more than 20
stories above downtown, she started unbuttoning her blouse. I helped
her. In a flash, she was down to a pretty lace bra and matching
panties, still with her back to me and facing the window. I unclasped
her bra and tossed it off. Her nipples were firm against my palms.

I knelt down and pulled off her panties. I kissed her all over
the back of her ass and her thighs as she stood there, naked in the
window. I reached around and rubbed her pussy. She was incredibly
hot and wet. She ground herself against my hand making low noises.

Keeping one hand inside her, I peeled off my clothes. It
wasn’t easy but it sure was a good cause. I stood up behind her and
pressed myself against her. Somehow I wasn’t all the way hard at the
moment. Probably because of the window. I’m not an exhibitionist,
personally.

Cindy turned around, finally, and looked down at me. She moved
her hands down my belly and I shivered. She took my semi-hard shaft
in one hand and moved up and down, very softly. We kissed deeply.
She stroked me a little faster, then stepped back a moment.

She smiled. “You never can tell how big these things are going
to get!” The she looked a little sober. “I think you’ll be a little
to big for me to take all the way in my mouth.”

I have no way of knowing how big I am. I never considered
myself huge or anything. But a guy doesn’t have much to compare
himself with, right? Who was I to argue with flattery.

She knelt down and kissed the tip of my cock. I closed my eyes
and leaned forward against the window. She had one hand on my ass,
the other at the base of my cock. She squeezed my cock rhythmically
while licking my knob. Then I felt her lips move around me. She
stroked me with her hand while nibbling me lightly. I looked down and
saw that she was having trouble getting it in. Inwardly I cursed.
Then I felt her tongue on me and she started stroking me in earnest.

“This will work,” I thought. I closed my eyes again. Faster
and faster, with her lips at the tip and tongue working fast, she
stroked me, up and down. I felt my knees growing weak. This was
fantastic! With her other hand she encouraged me to move my hips a
little. She was stroking me, licking me…]

“Oh god Cindy…” I said, groaning. In a moment I was cumming.
True to her word, she didn’t back off for a second. She kept her lips
on me, taking all my cum in her mouth, stroking me with her soft
hand, milking it all out of me. I felt like I had never cum so hard
in my life.

Finally, I pulled her off me. She stood and game me a warm hug.
We kissed, and I guess I tasted myself on her lips. I could feel her
squirming so I started working my way down her fine body. I sucked on
her neck, then down to her full breasts.

“Bite them,” she whispered. I started gently nipping at her
nipples, but she said, “Harder! I want you to bite them a lot
harder.”

I bit harder. I never met anyone who wanted me to do that
before, but she didn’t want me to be gentle at all. I tried not to do
any permanent damage, but the harder I bit the hotter she got. She
was gasping hard.

I moved down, licking her belly, then knelt and put my lips to
her pussy. She tasted nice, a mild and spicy flavor. No time to stop
and sightsee though, she needed me and fast! I put my lips to her
swollen clit and started working my tongue around her.

“I don’t think I can do this standing up,” I heard her say. She
lay down on the carpet and I got back to work on her. I licked her
fast and hard, working my head around in little circles, occasionally
reaching up to pinch her nipples. She had hold of my head and was
pressing me into her. I licked as fast as I could. Glancing up, I
saw her stomach tense and her back arch. Very quicky, she came. Her
legs began to twitch and she came again. I kept licking her but
slowed down as she relaxed. Finally I came up for air.

She opened her eyes and said, “I don’t usually cum that fast.”

I smiled. “You were kinda ready, you know.”

She smiled back and we cuddled for a minute. She started
stroking me again.

“I don’t think I’m ready yet,” I told her.

She started whispering in my ear. “I want you to fuck me right
in the window. I want to feel your great big cock filling me up.”
She licked my ear. She was definitely getting my attention. “I don’t
care if anyone can see us, I want you and I want you now!”

She was getting me, too. Smiling, she got on her hands and
knees in the window and pulled me behind her, doggie style. She
lifted up her ass and pulled me to her. She was still wet, and I
entered her in a moment. She started making noises again, so I
decided not to worry about grace and just pumped for all I was worth.
In and out, I watched myself jam it to her soft pussy and I listened
to her moan. She thrashed her head around and bounced her ass into
me.

I groaned as she leaned forward and my cock fell out of her, but
she just rolled on her back and pulled me in again. She wrapped those
long legs around me and we both started pumping again. She bit my
neck. I kissed her eyes. All the while my cock was moving in and out
like a piston in an engine. She was making those animal noises and
all at once she came. I kept on moving as all her muscles went tense
and her eyes rolled back.

She smiled up at me and rolled me over, getting on top. Sitting
straight up on my cock, she started bobbing up and down. I looked up
at her and enjoyed the show. Her tits were dancing there in the dim
city lights. She looked truly fine, with her slim waist and great
round hips. She especially looked good on my cock. Her eyes were
closed and she was lost in the rhythm. Then she leaned down to me and
started rubbing our bellies together. I arched my back and lifted my
knees so I could pump into her. She started gasping and I felt myself
getting close, too.

“Oh Ed!” She got off, and she got me off too. I must have
filled her with a quart of hot cum while I felt her moaning and
writhing on me.

By dawn, we both were exhausted and fell into a deep slumber.
When we woke up there was no more time for fun, I had to get to the
meeting I was really in town for. Afterward, she picked me up and
drove me to the airport.

I don’t know when I’ll get to see her again in person, but
somehow I know that when we meet online, it will be even better than
before. And sooner or later I’ll have business back in her town.
Despite our busy night, there are plenty of things we still want to
try on each other.

Slowly, she lifted herself off the bed on which she lay, ducking her head
to avoid the glass cover which had protected her for the last ten years.
She walked stiffly over to the next tank. Commander Barton’s body was still
inside, while her pulse and respiratory indicators showed her to be dead. The
other two tanks, which were reserved for the two men of the crew, also
contained bodies with no detectable respiration or heartbeat. She was the only
surviving member of her squad.

There were nearly a hundred squads of four in isolated control rooms
like this. They were separated by several hundred miles. The rational
behind this was that when the bombs started to fall at least one-third
of the control rooms were expected to survive. After the nuclear winter
had eliminated all human life the chosen ones would emerge from suspended
animation and start over; at least those who survived would.

Her name was Jessica Martin, an architect, art historian, construction
engineer and most important a fertile female. By her acceptance into the
Savior’s program, she had agreed to become the mate of one of the members of
her squad. He was a loathsome man with a genius level I.Q. This requirement
had almost made Jessica reject the program’s offer, but she had wanted to
survive the holocaust. It was almost a relief that his life support system
had failed. Unfortunately, the only two other members of the Saviors program
who could help her were also dead.

Fully awake now, Jessica started the preparations necessary for the next day’s
trip to the rendezvous point. The radiation readings were high, but tolerable.
The temperature outside was nearly eighty. This was better than expected
for a Spring day in the southwest desert after several hundred cubic miles
of dirt had been thrown in the air by nuclear explosions. Actually,
it was several hundred cubic kilometers. It had been agreed that
the survivors would convert to metric now. Most of the scientists
in the group had readily gone along with this since they were all used to
the system. Her profession still worked in feet and inches. Adjusting
wouldn’t be to difficult. If Jessica made a mistake in her conversions,
who would care if she went a few kilometers-per-hour over the speed limit?
There was no one there to enforce it anyway.

After nearly eight hours of preparation, including a wide variety of tests
for biological hazards, latent radiation, and chemical pollutants, she
was ready to start her trip. Everything went smoothly. The canned water
had not perished, the freeze dried food had not decomposed and the computer
had kept the solar car’s batteries charged.

The only set back she had, aside from the death of her companions, was that
the gun locker was buried under a huge concrete beam. Obviously, some kind of
explosion had occurred near by and now she was going to have to enter the
world above armed with only a tazer gun.

The tazer gun had been left in the glove compartment of her
transportation, a solar car. This was because, like the solar car’s batteries,
its charge had to be maintained for the ten years she had been
in thermo freeze. For projectiles, the tazer fired two darts which
struck an adversary and delivered a shock of twenty thousand volts through
wires which attached to the gun. It only had a range of around three meters
and only worked against one opponent. These limitations did not really
intimidate Jessica, since all animal life, including the human race,
had been removed from the surface planet by an excessively large number of
nuclear explosions. The only real danger would come from the few people, if
any, who survived the holocaust by hibernating underground like she did.

She spent her last night on the couch of her thermo tank. This time
she kept the lid up and relied on her body’s natural cycle of sleep
to wake her up rather than the life support computer. The next morning she
opened the two levels of outer doors and drove off using the battery power of
her solar car. There would be enough light out to recharge the vehicle as
she drove.

Although it was not as she expected, the outside world was peaceful. The
mountain under which she had been buried was still dry and arid. It had
remained nearly unchanged, the only noted difference being that the road north
to Arrow Point was in poorer condition than it had been ten years ago. This
was to be expected, given the untimely nuclear termination of the local
highway department.

In every direction, the desert stretched, broken occasionally by a shriveled
tree or cactus. It startled her that, no matter how sparse, plant life had
survived even in a desert after a nuclear holocaust. Jessica was taken more
aback by the vulture which circled overhead. Obviously, animal life had also
survived.

She drove on over the pitted road, heading north. Life seemed in abundance
compared to what she had expected. After two hours of driving she
nearly ran over a snake sunning itself on the side of the road. After
four hours she had seen a several small birds and one rat which
reminded her of her now deceased potential mate. Travelling
at twenty kilometers-an-hour, she was nearly a hundred kilometers from the
control room when she came across the wreck.

It was a four wheel drive vehicle, only a scorched hulk by the side of
the road with its two occupants burnt to a crisp inside. From the fresh
smell of gasoline, it was obvious that the vehicle had not been there more than
a few days. It appeared as though more than vultures, snakes and rats had
survived the war.

Just after she passed the wreck she heard the motorcycles behind her. There
were three men, all had shaved heads and wore leather jackets. Even at
peak speed there was no way that Jessica could out run the bikes. She pulled
over to the side of the road and waited for them to hopefully pass. They
didn’t. Instead, they pulled slowly up behind her with wolfish grins on their
faces. Even with her hair tied up, wearing a silver environment jumpsuit, she
was obviously a woman.

The three men parked their bikes and dismounted a short distance away from
where her vehicle was parked. Forming a skirmish line with cross bows leveled,
they advanced towards her. She sat quietly in the drivers seat. Maybe she had
been speeding. Maybe someone did care. What would she say?, “Excuse me
officer the nuclear holocaust knocked down all the speed limit signs. You
know how these solar powered cars are they just drive so fast.” Unfortunately,
solar powered vehicles were about the slowest form of transportation around and
besides, these men were obviously not police officers.

As they neared her she released the catch on the window and opened it. The
lead man, who looked like a blind date she once had, licked his lips. She
smiled, gave a flirtatious wave and shot him with the tazer gun. He let out a
howl as twenty thousand volts immobilized him.

Jessica drove off, leaving the other two men staring at her in amazement. If
only they stayed that way. In her rear view mirror she could see the lead
man stagger to his feet. That wasn’t possible, the tazer gun was guaranteed
to immobilize an assailant for at least ten minutes. Now was not the time
to think about getting a refund.

He screamed to his companions as he ran towards his bike. They caught up
to her in no time. Keeping a safe distance the leader easily shot out one
of her back tires with a pistol. The car careened out of control and slammed
into a dune. Jessica’s head struck the windshield. In her daze she saw the
three men run up to her vehicle. The drivers side window was smashed with the
butt of a rifle and she was dragged out without a fight.

Everything was blurry as she was thrown on her back. One man pinned her
arms, the other her legs as the leader straddled her. He ripped open the front
of her environment suit. “No” she murmured, to dazed from her blow to the
head to put up a fight. As the leader’s hands worked lower, she saw a fourth
man running towards them.

With a terrifying speed, the new arrival struck the man holding her legs with
the butt of his rifle. As the leader turned, he received a similar blow to
the face and like his companion was put temporarily out of commission. The
man holding her arms began to draw a pistol from his belt.
Before it left its holster, he was on the ground holding his crotch. Having
been given a kick squarely in the genitals, he had no real alternative
but to writhe in pain. Jessica’s savior was on him before he could recover.
There was a slight gurgling noise as the throat of this assailant was cut.
Without wasting any time, the throats of the other two men were also slit,
this insured that they were both permanently out of commission.

Her knight in shiny armour turned out to be a knight in black leather.
Looking up from his knee high boots to his nearly military haircut, she
saw he was a veritable arsenal. With a knife strapped to his right leg,
a pistol slung low to his hip and a bandoleer of ammunition over one shoulder,
he was both handsome and threatening. He was around 5′10” with sandy blonde
hair, broad shoulders and a slim waist. The desert had hardened him; this only
added to his good looks and ferocity.

As he eyed her carefully, Jessica realized that her breasts were hanging out of
her torn jumpsuit. She pulled it over them and fixed her bra. “You aren’t
going to rape me?” she asked. Walking towards his car, he shook his head.
Jessica received conflicting feelings of relief and disappointment as the
stranger walked towards his car.

It was a black Rally Sport, Camaro, 1973 if Jessica’s guess was right. Before
the war she had dated a man obsessed with cars. Actually obsessed was a mild
term for his addiction and subsequent boring monologues on such exciting topics
as the improved carburetor intake valves in the 73 versus the 74 Camaro.
Maybe the nuclear holocaust had been a good thing.

Her savior started his car’s engine and drove it next to the bikes. With a
piece of plastic hose he started to syphon the fuel from the motorcycle
closest to his car. Once the syphonning process was started he walked back
towards her.

Jessica stood up, running her fingers through her hair, which now hung
loosely about her shoulders, she tried to compose herself. “I’d like to thank
you. My name is Jessica Martin.” she said extending her hand. He looked up
momentarily and began to search the former owners of the motorcycles.
He removed a variety of weapons and tools from each of them. Adding to
Jessica’s opinion that here was a man of fine breeding, he removed the leader’s
boots which looked to be in better shape than his own. This made Jessica’s
stomach turn; her hero was nothing more than a grave robber.

After depositing his loot in his car and starting the syphonning process
on another motorcycle, he walked towards Jessica’s
vehicle. With a wrench in one hand, he began sizing up the vehicle. “Excuse
me” Jessica stammered, “That’s my car and I would like to keep it in
one piece.” At her request he walked back towards his car and began taking
selected parts off one motorcycle.

In disgust Jessica walked to her car. It appeared to be hopelessly stuck in
the dune. Its motor refused to engage, probably because most of the battery
cells had been destroyed when she crashed. She picked up her food and what
gear she could carry and walked towards the Camaro. The third motorcycle was
now being syphonned and another bike was being stripped of useful parts.

“Excuse me”, she said “could you possible give me a ride north.”

“No” was the first word he spoke to her.

“Well, what do you expect me to do?”

“I don’t care” he replied as the flow of liquid began to dwindle from
the siphoning hose.

“You bastard. The only reason you saved me was so that you could get
more fuel for your car.” Jessica was angry, she had been used.

“No, the only reason why I saved you was that there are now three less
skags in the valley to give me trouble”.

Jessica’s anger calmed. “Take me with you.”

“No”

“Why?”

“I already have one too many mouthes to feed.”

“I have food.”

“Nope.”

In desperation and with a bit of desire, she added, “I’ll sleep with you”.

He stood up, grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her against him.
She could feel his leather jacket press against her breast. His kiss was
fierce but cold. Despite this it sent shivers through her entire body. One
top of the indignity of the forced kiss he added, “If I wanted
to sleep with you I would take you now. You are not my responsibility.”
She was angry, she had been rejected. There was a first time for everything.

Jessica thought for a moment. “I can give you fuel, food and weapons
if you can get me up to Arrow Point in the north.” His eyes lit up as
Jessica continued, “I’m from a group called the Saviors. We were placed in
cryogenic freeze before the war. After ten years the thermo units were set to
wake us up. We are all supposed to rendezvous at Arrow Point. We have
supplies and the technological know-how to start over.”

“Then, why are you alone?” he demanded.

“My companions’ thermo units failed somehow. I was the only survivor from
my group. There were nearly a hundred other groups. Those who survived
are heading towards Arrow Point”. She batted her eyelashes and tried to
look as helpless as possible. Jessica leaned forward slightly so that her
ripped jumpsuit would show off her breast. After all, this man was her
one chance at survival in this savage world.

The man leaned against his car contemplating the offer. Eyeing the dwindling
flow from the syphonning hose, he said “Alright, but on my terms.” Jessica
smiled, she still had a touch with men. She had coaxed him into taking her
along.

Fifteen minutes later Jessica and the stranger were travelling north.
Strapped into the passenger’s seat, she had both hands chained at her sides.
No matter how much she protested, he refused to have it any other way.
When he said “My terms”, he meant it. The wind blew her jumpsuit open as
they drove. It was no longer necessary for her to lean forward in order
to give him a view of her breasts. He could just look over at her, chained on
his terms and see what ever he wanted. Contrary to what she desired and
expected, he never took his eyes off the road.

He introduced himself as Jason, no last name, just Jason. Obviously,
he trusted no one. In his brief monologue, Jason told her that the valley was
ruled, for the most part, by a biker called The King. This biker leader,
had several dozen men under him who scavenged off the surrounding land and
sought to remove all undesirables from the area. They wanted total control of
the valley, while the undesirables, like Jason, sought to survive by
scavenging off the scavengers.

The main difficulty in heading north is that they would have to cross the
river. This meant either leaving the car and swimming across the cesspool
of a river, or driving across the bridge. Although the bridge was heavily
guarded, abandoning the car was not an alternative. Crossing the river was
the only way to drive out of the valley and therefore the only means of
accomplishing this was being protected. That way the King could keep
his own me from deserting and men like Jason from getting into the outside
world. More importantly, the bridge served to keep Jason’s car in the valley;
it was the most valuable item around, next to Jessica.

The roads were in fair shape as they drove. Jason’s skill at driving made
them seem in better shape then they actually were. His car made better time
than the solar power car had. On the back seat were the two battery cells
which had survived the crash of the solar car. This and some food was all
that Jason determined was salvageable from the solar car, besides Jessica.

As they drove he rested his hand on the shift. Confined by the
chain attached to her left wrist, Jessica could just barely
brush her finger tips against his hand. She did so as they drove, because
she longed for his attention and desired to please him. After all,
he had saved her life. He seemed not to notice. Giving in to instinct, he
let his hand wander and touch the side of her left breast. Her gasp of
pleasure awoke Jason from his trance. Quickly, he withdrew his hand, making
it a point not to let it rest on the stick shift anymore. Jessica wondered
why he didn’t find her desirable.

They stopped several miles from the bridge and pulled off behind a ridge.
Jason wanted to attempt the crossing at night, so there was nothing left to
do but wait out the rest of the day. Unlocking her hands, he placed
a chain around her neck. The other end of the new chain was locked to a
convenient log. Jessica sat obediently at the base of the log while
Jason lit a small fire and opened a can of food for dinner. She had no choice,
the chain around her neck kept her from running away and as an
extra precaution he had tied her hands behind her back.

As Jason heated the can over the flames, Jessica felt the gnawing of
hunger pangs. Dinner was only beef stew, but it smelt wonderful.
Jessica hadn’t eaten all day and before that, not for ten years.
After it reached the desired temperature, Jason placed the contents
of the can on a plate and began to devour it. “What about me?” Jessica
asked. This brought a smile to Jason’s face as he replied by reaching over
and striking her across the face. Following this momentary distraction,
he took a long swig from his canteen and resumed eating.

When he had finished nearly everything on his plate he slid it over to
Jessica. She looked up at him despising everything he stood for. Starving,
hands tied behind her back, she had no choice but to lick what remained of
dinner off the plate. Maintaining her strength was more important than saving
face. Once they reached Arrow Point he would pay. Surely, the Saviors
wouldn’t want such a man in their midst, nor would they allow him to exist in
the new world they would create.

Having finished what remained on the plate, Jessica lay her head down on the
log, hoping that she would sleep. This was a difficult task because she did
not find herself tired, rather she was strangely aroused. After ten years in
thermo freeze this was to be expected. It had nothing to do with her
travelling companion, the way he treated her or the way her fed her dinner.
Although the only man around was a barbarian, she couldn’t help but fantasize
that he would extract some kind of payment from her as they travelled north.
With these thoughts she drifted into sleep.

Jason nudged her with his boot. Jessica stirred and kissed his foot as she
slept. He nudged her a second time and she awoke as she prepared to kiss his
foot again. Jessica had dreamt he had torn away her foolish silver environment
suit and instead had given her several skimpy pieces of fur to wear.
Before she was allowed to accompany him to the north she was told she must
kiss his boots. She did so willingly, only to wake and discover it had
been a dream.

Night having fallen, he unchained her neck, allowing her to rise to her feet.
Leading her to the car, he chained her to the floor of the back seat. “Why
can’t I sit in the front seat?” she demanded.

Jason smiled, “If there is trouble, I don’t want my cargo damaged”.

“You bastard” she spat.

Jessica’s position did not provide her with a good view of the events which
transpired. From where she lay, it was obvious that Jason was driving at a
high speed towards the bridge. There was no light on dash board and therefore
she assumed he was driving without head lights. The ride was surprisingly
smooth despite the adverse conditions under which they travelled.
Once again she was impressed at his ability to drive. This time the
conditions were even worse, it was at night, without headlights,
on roads which had not been repaired in ten years. He truly was a rare breed
of man; she would make him pay for his arrogance.

The car accelerated suddenly. Jessica assumed that they had reached the
bridge. Bending her body upward she could see Jason with one hand
on the wheel and the other holding a pistol. The barrel was pointed out
the window. Firing several shots, he cut the wheel sharply as if
to avoid something. Thrown back on the floor by the sudden maneuver,
Jessica let out a scream as the windshield shattered spraying glass in all
directions. Even where she lay, shielded by the front seats, she was showered
by flying pieces of glass. As something large bounced off the hood of the
car, it did not waver from its course for a moment. Obviously, some `skag’
had gotten in Jason’s way. The car roared on steadily and Jessica realized
that they had reached safety.

After a seemingly endless amount off time Jason pulled over.
Lifting her carefully from the back seat, he asked if she was all right.
Jessica nodded, having been taken aback by his sudden change in attitude.
He had been so tender carrying her from the back seat and seemed to caress her
as he dusted the pieces of glass from the outside of her jumpsuit.

Jason’s face was covered with blood. This didn’t seem to bother him
and Jessica knew enough first aid to realize that even the smallest
facial wound bleeds torrents. Jessica felt a tinge of sadness as he removed
the neck chain and untied her hands. “Take off your clothes.” he said as
he removed his jacket. Jessica juiced in anticipation. He brushed
the glass off his shirt and shook his jacket out. Instead of throwing her
on her back and using her, he placed his jacket around her and shook the glass
out of her jump suit.

Ignoring her, he made sure there was no glass left in her jump suit. The only
passion he could muster was a look minor look of disdain for her foolish
choice of attire in a post nuclear world. Jessica could only glare at him.
She had been rejected again. With her standing there in only her skimpy
undergarments, how could he be immune to her beauty?

She took off his jacket and her bra exposing her breasts to him. Her nipples
were erect with desire but all Jason could muster was a perplexed look.
Jessica removed her lacy bra and brought it to her mouth in order to moisten
it. “Its cotton” she said “It is the only thing I have that will clean up
the blood properly.” This obviously did not include the first aid kit which
sat idly in her pack on the back seat.

Leaning forward she brought her left breast within inches of his mouth
as she wiped the blood from his face. For a moment his whole body
tightened. Almost immediately, Jason regained his composure as Jessica
felt his body relax again. Either he was gay or he had tremendous self
control. Jessica deliberately poked the cut on his forehead in a feigned
attempt to clean it. He didn’t flinch, although she knew it must have hurt.

Rejected, she stormed back to the car and got the first aide kit. Walking
back towards Jason she started to cry. “You faggot” she screamed, throwing
the kit at him. Easily ducking the projectile, he walked towards her. Jessica
longed and expected to be struck. Instead he stood there and for the first
time appeared to be unsure of what to do.

Still sobbing she cried, “You don’t love me. You don’t find me attractive.”

Jason took a step backwards, taken aback as her tears turned quickly
into anger. Lunging forward, her nails dug into his exposed shoulders.
Grabbing her arms, he forced her to the ground. Once he was occupied with her
razor sharp finger nails, Jessica brought her head up and sunk her teeth into
his shoulder. “You bitch” he grunted, striking her across the face with the
back of his hand.

Reeling from the blow, she fell back to the ground. He dove on top of
her as she brought her knee up to greet him. Twisting his hips to the side he
took the potentially fatal blow on his right thigh. One hand
grabbed both her wrists while the other tore her panties off.
Having removed the final obstacle from her body, Jason opened his pants.
Jessica’s hands were held over her head, she was helpless. He penetrated
her thrusting into her fiercely. Each blow brought him closer and closer
to ecstasy. Finally, he exploded inside her with one last powerful thrust.
Lying there, Jessica realized that she had been used; forced against her will
to give him pleasure, after all she was only a woman.

Jessica lay blissfully, in his arms. After a while, she crawled away
for a moment to where he discarded her neck chain. With the chain
dangling between her red lips, she crawled humbly back to him. Jason
smiled as he put the chain around her neck, fastening the other side
somewhere underneath the car.

He wrapped one arm around Jessica and clutched he long silky hair with
his free hand. “Listen to me” he said “I already lost someone special
in this bitch of a world. I’m not planning on loosing you. Do it my way, on
my terms and we will survive.”

“Yes, master” she replied as a tear of joy fell from her eye. Jessica
hoped she would make him happy. He loved her and had opened up to her
by letting her into his life. By overcoming his loss and loving her,
Jessica was left with no choice but to reciprocate his feelings by becoming
his slave.

The next morning Jessica woke to find a plate with the remainder of
breakfast on it. Without using her hands she ate it.

Jason was busy in the car. He had removed the shattered windshield and
was doing something behind the front seats. Removing the chain
from where it was fastened underneath the car he pulled Jessica to her feet.
“I made something for you.” he said.

The floor behind the front seats was covered with several blankets and
a piece of small fur. There was also a pillow there. “It is your
slave nest. We don’t want your beauty to attract undesired attention and
we wouldn’t want you hurt.”

“Yes, master” she replied.

“By the way”, he added, “I want you to use that piece of fur to make
yourself a more suitable outfit.” She nodded. “Also, I also don’t feel it
would be in my, I mean our best interest to head towards Arrow Point right
now. I think the `perfect’ society would be too restrictive.” Kissing her
he added, “I have everything I could possibly want right now.”

“Yes, master”, she cried giving him a kiss. “I will make an outfit
which I hope you will find pleasing.”

“I find the one you are wearing now quite pleasing”. With that he
placed her on all fours and took advantage of her lack of attire.

“Yes, master” she cried.