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In my mind - Part 1
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stoping smoking with the family part 1
All of us smoked me my wife Barb both her sisters mindy and Gina my motherinlaw and fatherinlaw. and Mindy and Gina's husbands too.Newyears eve we all decided to go to a hypnotise to try to quite smoking.Barb's Dad is 50 yrs old about 240 lbs most of his extra weight is in his belly.her mom mary is 5 feet tall 100 lbs not bad looking for 49 yr old with b cup tits.Barb is 34 years old 5'2" 120 lbs with 36 c cup brown hair like her mom. Gina is the next 29 yr old but only 4' 11" tall and 95 lbs.a cup tits but a nice round butt. Mindy is the youngest built like her mom with short brown hair.
  We all had apoint ments with the hypnotise on the following monday.when my turn came i went into his office .the hypnitise had me la   We all left the office everyone seemed to have ben hypnotise but me and i was not going to tell them i wasted my money because it did not work so i played along liked it did.when me and Barb got home we went about the day normaly she cleaned the house and i mowed the yard.I got thinking about the trigger the hypnotise gave me and wondered if it was the same one for all of us.i put the mower away and went into the house.Barb was doing dishes so i came up behind her and said smoke smoke smoke.she stop what she was doing and just stood there. I could not believe it worked.My mind was spinnning of all the posibilities rushed into my head.  I start to test my control.Barb when you wake up you will stop what you are doing. you will go put on your sexy red see through night gown then come back and do the dishes. you will think of sex and be real horney.You will continue to clean the house and get so horney you can't control yourself.the thought of a man fucking you hard will drive you mad.and you will be a slut tonight fucking and sucking till you can't take no more. you will wake up and do this when you hear the kitchen door shut.  i walk out and shut the door. by this time its getting dark so i can watch whats going on through the window.Barb walks out of the kitchen. a little bit later she walked back into the kitchen in her nighty.she looked sexy. i was being a peeping tom watching her wiggle her butt as she dried the dishes.She looked horney and she would reach down and rub herself every once in awhile to confirm it.Normaly barb was very reserve and would never walk around the house like this.she had a shy kind of personality but with no one in the kitchen she was in her own little world.after she finished the dishes she started sweeeping the floor it was sexy you could see her tiits were hard as a rock jiggling around and her brething was a little heavy i could tell she was playing out some sex fantisy in her mind wile she was sweeping. she finished in the kitchen and whent to living room to sweep. i went around the house and looked in that window.  She was sweeping around the tv when i noticed my son was sitting on the couch watching tv.I was so excited about my control over Barb that i forgot are 13 yr old son was home.I didn't know what to do it was too late now he already seen his mom so i just stood there and watched what happened.barb just went on cleaning like she was fully dressed.sweeping and dusting.Andy our son watched tv but he would peek at his mom whenever she had her back turned.i figured at 13 it wouldnt hurt him any so i focused back on barb.she was hot and horney. she had alittle sweat beads on her forhead. she looked like she could come at any minuite i should of been more careful how i told her to be especialy with andy there. if i walked in now .she looked like she would jump me as soon as i walk in so i had to wait till Andy went to bed .  Andy was watching his mom with interest i could tell he needed to go to bed so i could come in and take care of his mom.barb took a break and sit on the couch and was talking to Andy.pretty soon she told andy to go to bed and she would be in to tuck him in in a minute. finally when she got him tucked in i would be able to come in and bang my wife like we were newly weds. i went around to Andys bedroom window to make sure he was going to bed. he was ontop the covers cause it was warm out in his underwear. he had a tent going on probaly cause of his mother. i'll have to becareful next time not to let her be around andy like that.Barb walked in to tuck him in. and was staring at his tent when she walked up to the bed.She bent over and kissed him on the forehead then stared at him then she did something i never expected.  She kissed him on the lips just a peck at first then she lost control and kissed him long and hard like she would kiss a long lost lover. i was stuned as andy was she lip locked him and layed ontop of him slowly sliding down kissing his chest and pulling off his underwear started deep throughting his 5" pecker. I was in shock she was out of control.i was froze in me tracks unable to do anything but watch.Andy just lay ther looking down at his mom doing his dick her head bobed up and down like she was starving for cum.after a minuite or two she came up for air and smiled at andy then she pulled off her night gown and layed on the bed beside him.her eyes full of lust she pulled andys head to her nipple and told him to suck it. he did she screamed out and arched her back as soon as he did wiggling and thrusting her crouch against his leg telling him to suck harder.he was latched on like a leach and she held him tight rolling over on her back and pulled him ontop of her.she was so wet and slipery when she wraped her legs around him he slide in easy into her tight love hole.andy thrust into his mom as she grabed his butt and pulled it too her.she grunted and moaned with each thrust raising her hips to meet his and she had multible orgasiums one after another for about 10 min. then it was over they their in a heap sweaty and smelling of hot sex.  Barb snaped out of it then and realized what she had done she jumped out of his bed with a deer in the head lights look.telling Andy she sorry and your dads out side we have to be quite and ran out of his room into the bathroom. i walked around the house in shock and go inside.and sit down in front of the tv.a bit later B arb comes out of the shower with a shamed of herself look on her face. she tried to act normal and asked me what i been doing. I told her i was cleaning the garage. with a relieved look on her face she told me she was going to bad and left the room.Andy got up nd went to the bathroom .on his way back he smiled at me and sayed night dad and ran off to his room like nothing happened.  I was horney don't know why but the sex scene i just watched turned me on. i went to bed and cudled up to barb. She wasn't horney anymore but i asked her for it. i think out of guilt she put on an act but she wasn't wet anymore. the thought of what just happened put me over the edge and i came in about 1 min. she smiled and sayed that was quick . and that was it. we fell off into a deep sleep.
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Stop smoking with the family part2
The next morning we got up and had breakfast like nothing happened.barb was alittle extra nice to me and Andy probably out of guilt but Andy was his usual self and left for the day to play with some friends down the street.
i was just going to put Barb under so she could molest me today when her parents pulled into the drive. it would have to wait.we had coffee and me and lonnie my father inlaw went out on the porch.Barb and her mom we call her by her middle name ann sat in the kitchen.we sat and talked and then it dawned on me the were hypnotised too. i said smoke smoke smoke. lonnie stared straight ahead. i said you are tired when i snap my fingures you will fall asleep and not wake up till i wake you. i snaped my fingures and he laye  i go back into the kitchen and say smoke smoke smoke. barb and Ann stare straight ahead. ann was looking good today kinda cute for almost 50 she wore a white shirt with blue jeans i tell barb to go take a long bubble bath while me and her mom talk and she got up and went to the bathroom.my heart was pounding would this work. i realy never thought of fucking Ann but the thought now got my heart pounding.Ann when i wake you you will look at me diferent than before you realize we are alone for the next hour with barb in the tub and lonnie sound asleep. the thought of that makes you horney and you can't control your sexual urges and me and you can't resist me. you know its wrong but wont say a word after this and when ever were alone from now on you will do what ever i want and not say a word so 1 2 3 wake up.Ann takes a sip of her coffee and ask me how i been. i say pretty good quiting smoking has been ok so far as i keep my mind off it.i get up and tell her to come to me and give me a hug she does so. i can feel her trimble when she hugs me and i know i have her.i tell her to follow me and we go to the bedroom. i kiss her on the lips and she pulls away breathing heavy.we can't do this your maried to my daughter. i wrap my arms around her and kiss her again. she tenses up then slowly relaxed and i lay her on the bed. i couldn't wait.i pull her pants off and underwear her shirt and bra came off in seconds and i was on top of her. she wraped her legs around me and met each one of my thrust with hers and we came together.like many lovers firt time nether one of us last very long. she was nevous cause barb was in the next room taking a bath so we got dressed and left the bedroom. i put Ann back under and have her go take a nap on the living room couch.  i go to Barb and put her back under.i tell her im leaving and wont be back fo an hour and that her moms asleep on the couch. and that she was her daddys little girl and do what ever he wants. just put on your white panties and tee shirt when i shut the bathroom door you will wake up.  i shut the door and go wake up lonie and put him back under your back hurting from sleeping in this chair have barb take you to are room and rub your back. you are very horney and can't control your urges and you think your little girl is very sexy.ind so you molest her. 123 wake up. i leave and let what happens happen.lonnie gets up and goes in the house just as barb comes out of the bathroom he wispers so his wife can't hear. barbie can you rub my back it hurts from sleeping on that chair. sure Daddy go lie on me bed.lonnie goes to her bed and takes off his shirt and lies on his stomach.i sneak around and peak through the window. barb gets on top and starts rubing his back.after about 5 min he rolls over and says its my turn and rubs her back as she lies on her stomach. he pulls her shirt up over her head and exposes her back to him.her white panties were tight around her little butt and he begain to rub it. daddy stop it rub my back she said.he slid her panties down and off her feet and she just giggled. mom might come in don't. she asleep now be quite.he rubed her butt some mor then layed on his back with his big belly sticking in the air.he un did his pants and told Barb to pull them off. she did so taking his underwear with them.his pecker was fat but only about 4 " long. his belly stuck up alot higher then that.he grabed her arm and pulled her on top of him kissing her on the lips.he pulled her up till her pussy was sitting on his mouth and barb out of no where started cummimg.this was making her horney i did not tell her to get horney she got off with her dad on her own.She came down off her orgasium and said daddy you havnt done that for a long time that felt good.its been 21 years barbie you were 13 the last time. she slide down and let his little fat pecker slide into her. alomost imediatly she started comming again. it lasted forever she leaned over her dads big belly and bit his tit to keep from yelling out it was so intence.his dick came ou just as he came and shot it all over her butt.Mike will be home soon we better get dressed.  I come in like i just got home somtime latter and they were all in the kitchen talking like nothing happened. soon after they left and me and barb was alone. smoke smoke smoke a said. barb staried straight ahead. barb did your dad molest you when you were little.yess.how old were you? he did it as long as i can remember till i was 13.how about Gina and mindy.yess.them too.he would come chose one of us each night.while mom was asleep.they were younger so he did them after i was older.i saw him and gina alot at night across the room.ok barb you wont remember telling me this wake up.
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powers 1&2
i am a girl but i wanted to try a first person male perspective.
this is mostly coming from my erotic fantasies so it will get kinda weird in the coming chapters.
my first shot at erotic fiction. enjoy
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In 1975 ww3 started. The whole world got a good dose of radiation poisoning. As it happened that didn’t really turn out to be such a bad thing but that sorta’ depends on who you ask. Since about 1/1000th of the people born since 1980 has had super powers I, the twenty year old in 2015, think it’s pretty cool, but y’know if ya ask someone born in the sixties, with no hair and boils all over their face I doubt they think it’s so cool, but hey, fuck’um. Not my problem.
Anyway back to the powers. The scien
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Evil Blessing
EVIL BLESSING
By
JArthurPayette
Within a mansion where George Hearn was recently hired, a girl not quite living drifted toward him in the form of a mist. Lovely was her voice as she spoke to him and soon he followed her wispy form to the second floor of the great house, pausing at the door which she said was her room, the very room where the old lady who owned the place slept.
Her lovely voice said, Come to me.
He didn’t know her words registered in his mind, not in the fabric of the air. “Where did you go,” he asked, “why can’t I see you anymore?”
The real me is on the other side of the door, and I am oh so lonely.
“But this is Ruth’s bedroom. Do you want to get me fired?”
Oh no, not for anything in the world. Don’t worry. She sleeps with Prince Valiu
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Hypnotised at a Party, Makes Him My ex.
My husband, the one I had before Steve and I got together, and I were at a party, just casual wear and a little flirting. Well, he knew I was always horney but never did not just how until tonight. THere was a clinical hypnotist there and he was doing the usual party things, making people act like dogs and stuff. Well, Diane, my soon to be lover, was friends with, Gene, I think was his name. She brought me over and said, "Gene, do Teresa, make her my slave." Everyone laughed and I did too. I had known that she liked me but we had never done anything. Gene said he could try but I amy not be the right person. If I did not want to then he may not be able to do it. We had all had a few drinks and I had a nice buzz going so I laughed and said, "Oh hell, go ahead
I sat down next to my husband and talked a while. Diane came over and put out her hand and said, "Come dance wih me Teresa." I took her hand and went with her to the center of the living room floor. She put her arms around me and her body against mine and her face on my neck and we began dancing slow. I felt warmth spread over my body. "Do you know what Gene commanded you to do?" she said. "What" I asked her. "He said you will do absolute,y everything I tell you too and you will remember all of it and you will not stop till I say so." "Yeh right." I said laughing not knowing everyone was watching and that the first command had already happened. "Okay, I will show you" she said, "Take of your clothes and keep dancing with me and then undress me and we will make love her in the middle of the floor." I saw myself step back and drop my dress and bra and thong to the floor and then move to her and undress her. We began kissing passionately there and soon were in the middle of the floor eating, sucking and licking each other all over. I saw everyone watching and some undressing and knew I was doing it but did not care.
Diane and I laid there after a few orgasms and I began to suck her tits again and she stopped me, "Now dear, everyone in the room that wants you to give them oral pleasure, male of female, you will do. You will swallow every man's cum and eat every woman's orgasm that wants you to do them. Do it now." She kissed me and I got up and went to the first man I saw, "Can I suck you off?" I said and dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled his cock out not waiting for an answer. I became frantic, sucking him fast and soon he filled my throat. I got up and moved to the next guy, he was already waiting with his cock out. On my knees again I sucked him off and kept going around the room. 5 men and 3 women later my husband came over and took my arm, "Let's go slut." he said. "No, I can't, I have too many left to take care of." "Great, see my laywer when your finish." he said and left. I did not even care but kept on doing the men and women near me. I sucked so many that my jaws were getting sore but I had to keep going. Diane came o me and said, "Okay Teresa, that will be enough." and suddenly I stopped. I stood there waiting to be told what to do next and Diane said to the room, "Any ideas? What does Teresa do now." A girl whispered to Diane and she laughed.
"Okay Teresa, you are going on a scavenger hunt. You will go with some of us and we will find as many different people from different ethnic groups as we can. You will have sex with as many as we can find until we reach, 15 different ones. All out sex, understood?" "Yes" I said and started for the door. "Who is going with me?" I said. Diane and 4 more got in a van and I was totally naked and we drove to the store. There was a Pakastanie inside and I got out and went in and went behind the counter and unzipped his pants and sucked him as if we were in private. He filled my throat and I said thanks and went to the van. Two black guys drove up and I went to them and got in the back seat and they fucked the hell out of me and I sucked them off. We moved to the edge of the lot and I was waiting and soon a girl from Mexico came up in her car alone. I got out, still naked and went to her. "Can I eat your pussy?" I said and she just looked at me. I was on my knees and moved her against the car and lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside and began eating her. She moaned and soon I had eaten her orgasm. I stood and walked to the van. I was out all night with the friends and Diane kept count. Number 15 was the most difficult but about sunrise I found a girl that was Chinese and she pulled me into her car and attacked me as much as I did her. When I finished they took me home and I walked in naked. Diane told me that the command was finished until she asked me to dance again. My husband had my bags packed and he threw me the keys to my car. "Get the fuck out" he told me and I took them, still naked and left and drove to Steve's house. That was the best night that I had.
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The Making of a Big Tittied Cumslut
  The Making of a Big Tittied Cumslut
Sandy watched as the moving van rolled off into the distance. It carried her life long best friend to a new home and a new destiny.  Sandy was what is commonly known as a trouble maker. She liked living on the edge all thru her childhood. Never a great student but with a very financial secure family Sandy could do no wrong. Sandy considered herself to be the hottest girl in town. Sandy liked to think of he  Sandy’s parents were one of the reasons she got away with most everything she did. In rural Iowa there is no more important job than Town Mayor, unless you’re the only Town Doctor. John Demmer was both the only doctor for miles and the town mayor. He was probably the most respected man in Worth Iowa. Although he wasn’t rich by city doctor standards he was one of the most well off men in the area. John Demmer’s wife a former high school prom queen her name is Kathy. She is a regular church volunteer and although no one would say it to her face, she is also the town’s biggest gossip. Along with Sandy the Demmers' have 2 boys, Dan (15) and Doug (12). Both boys’ biggest achievements were hitting the highest levels on the latest Play station video games.  So as Sandy watched the moving van dwindle in the distance she already knew the house next door would not be empty for long. The Church Pastor had announced his retirement. The house would be filled by the new pastor and his family and she already knew the exact makeup of that family; The pastor Rich Molnar, his wife Pam Molnar, their daughter Judy (she is the same age as Sandy 14), and a son Jimmy (12). The pastor, a missionary of 15 years, met Pam Cermak on the last year as a missionary. She would become his wife. Then Pastor Rich was assigned to a parish in Chicago. He hated it there. He was used to seclusion and the hustle and bustle of the major metropolitan area unnerved him. He petitioned often to be reassigned to a rural parish especially after the births of his kids. For a 50th birthday present his request was granted, reassignment to Worth Iowa.  Now Worth Iowa, if you took an aerial portrait, in 1950 and today would look much the same then as now. A peaceful area where most everyone knows everyone, Worth and the neighboring town had a relaxed way of life. Doors were rarely locked keys left in cars an easy going area. At least it used to before the crime wave. Crime has recently raised its ugly head in this idyllic area. Stores and homes had been broken into. Nothing much had been taken but many of the residents felt “violatedâ€Â. A security company had opened a branch office just outside Worth. Smithson Security offered high quality surveillance, alarms, and remote control locks at affordable prices. In most cases no money down was permitted. Soon residents of Worth and the neighboring towns were forcing Smithson Security to hire more men to just try to meet the demand. The owners were extremely pleased and saw security offices popping up like McDonalds franchises in there dreams. The retiring pastor even established security in the church after a break in where chairs were knocked around.  Three days after Sandy had watched the moving van pull away it was back. Sandy wanted to be the first to see the new neighbors and sort of evaluate them. Sandy had hurried to the window to watch (she had no intention of doing any lifting or carrying). The rest of the Demmer’s had gone out to meet the new neighbors and offer a hand.  Sandy who considered she to be the hottest girl in town wanted to check out her new competition in Judy. If Judy turned out to be hot Sandy had 2 different plans in mind. The first was to make her an ally they were going to a bigger school this year and she might need the help. The second was to make Judy’s life a living hell. Of course if Judy was an ugly duckling the second option would be the only available option.  Sandy first saw Judy mainly standing around. Sandy wondered what was wrong with the girl, its August and Judy is standing around in a big baggy sweat shirt. Heck it’s like 100 degrees out. Sandy watched as her 2 brothers talked to the new boy. They seemed to have hit it off like they were old friends. Well, she guessed the boy is kind of cute; he might be fun to tease. His sister had a cute face but god with that sweat shirt she must be hiding the fact that she’s fat. But then Sandy saw the boy, Jimmy Molnar she thought that was his name, he picked up a box that didn’t appear too heavy. He picked it up with ease but he was pretended it weighed a ton. He stumbled a few steps and it looked like he was going in Judy’s direction. It seemed he would fall but the box was kind of small. What the fucks going on Sandy wondered. At the last second Jimmy thrust the box out as he fell. He had forced Judy to take the box as he fell and Judy thinking it was really heavy braced herself as she wrapped her arms around the box. When she did it caused her sweatshirt to pull tight on her. And oh my god! Sandy thought Judy wasn’t hiding the fact she was fat she was hiding the fact she had huge boobs! This has amazing possibilities Sandy thought to herself.  Sandy’s brothers stared their eyes bulging. Jimmy looked at Dan and Doug and mouthed see I told you. Dan turned away quickly he was trying to hide the fact he was adjusting himself in his pants.  Sandy stood at the window watching. She hardly moved more than to slip back a little so it wasn’t too obvious she was watching. Sandy new the house the Molnar’s were moving into as her former best friend Mandy had lived there and Sandy had spent considerable time there. From the window she was watching from, and aided by the fact that there was no curtains yet anywhere in the house she could see into almost every room in the house.  Sandy watched her dad and brothers as they helped the Molnars unload the truck. Sandy wanted information. “Information is power†that line had come in an email she received today. The email was from someone signing a friend. She wasn’t sure who was sending the emails but she saw they came from the school on the local server. She had been getting mail from “Friend†for months now. This memory had been triggered when she watched Pastor Molnar carry a computer into the house. She took note that he put it in a small room that was no where near the bedrooms.  “Friend†had told Sandy that she needed a friend and that this mysterious e-mailer would be hers. At the time she thought that that was ridiculous as of course back then she had Mandy. But she had learned that real people could not only be friends but could be so much more, they could be foils and dupes. Sandy needed people who could take the fall if she ever went too far and got in serious trouble. She had thought that her inner circle, which was her and Mandy along with 2 older high school boys Mike and Paul covered her but since Mandy had been burned she new she needed a replacement. Who could be a better replacement than Judy? Her dad being Pastor would make everyone instantly believe and trust her. She could be a strong ally but of course she would have to remain a tool to Sandy.  Standing at the window Sandy let her mind wander as to just how Mandy had gotten burned. She remembered how it had started clear as if it had been yesterday and not almost 4 months earlier. It was the first day of May and a Friday. Iowa had suffered through a very cold and rainy April but with the changing of the calendar it seemed Mother Nature had decided to smile again.  The day was crystal blue and warm in other words a perfect day. Sandy heard her dad leave, as the area doctor he left very early each morning. She had been waiting for her dad to go because she wanted to dress sexy for the great weather and she knew that only his objection would stop her. Sandy for the most part could easily control her mom and brothers. Hearing her dad go, Sandy got dressed selecting her tightest jeans to compliment her bright pink halter top. Looking in the mirror she was pleased to see the bumps her only semi hard nipples made in the top. She giggled and said “the boys will be drooling and staringâ€Â. Then Sandy went down for breakfast. Her brothers were there and it pleased Sandy that she got the reaction she expected. They were only her brothers but she liked to test outfits on them to see their reaction. Kathy Demmer, Sandy’s mom’s reaction was also what she expected. Her mom said “um... a... Sandy, do you think that maybe you might want to wear something else today?†Sandy just told her it was the latest style and that all the kids were dressing this way. Sandy of course got her way.  Sandy arrived at school like a queen as everyone stopped and stared. Mandy, a pretty girl in her own right said she couldn’t believe what Sandy was wearing. Mandy told her that Sandy was going to have every boy in school with an erection. Both girls giggled about that but both new it was close to being true. The thing that changed this day from a fun teasing day was Mr. Dean.  Mr. Dean had warned Sandy before about paying attention in class and studying as she was close to failing. Sandy knowing that the final exam would make up most of her grade didn’t really listen to the warnings. She would just bat her eyelashes and promise to buckle down. On this day Mr. Dean made the class groan as he announced a pop quiz. He said it was a last chance for people needing to improve their grades before the final. Mr. Dean stared right at Sandy while saying this. Sandy’s mind had jumped a month ahead and was already on summer vacation as her day dreamed about making more than her classmates hard. She took the test, but if she was asked later she wouldn’t remember a single question from it.  Class ended and Sandy turned in her test. Mr. Dean asked her to stay behind while he quickly graded her test. He shook his head while grading her test. He said “I thought you had buckled down as your homework has been much improved but I’m afraid this test will assure you of a place in summer school and that even a perfect score on the final won’t save youâ€Â. Sandy was horrified. She knew that having had Mandy doing her homework might not have been her best idea but it had gotten old man Dean off her back, but summer school no this can’t be! “I won’t let it be!†she screamed in her own head. Sandy slipped her hand up like she had an itch on her neck. She went around the desk standing very close to Mr. Dean. Leaning close she asked him “isn’t there anything I can do to passâ€Â. She had moved even closer to Mr. Dean. As he turned to tell her she had been warned his arm brushed against her halter top. Sandy had not been scratching an itch when she had rubbed her neck but instead had been loosening her top. Mr. Dean’s light brush was all it took for Sandy’s top to fall completely away. He was shocked. Sandy acted horrified, but made no immediate attempt to cover up. She called Mr. Dean an old pervert; she said that she knew from all his looks that he wanted her boobs. Sandy looked at him with her tits still exposed she said that she was going to tell her dad and that he would be out of a job. Mr. Dean sputtered and wasn’t sure what had happened but he wanted to make it clear he wasn’t a pervert. He told Sandy he'd give her a pass if she never came near him again. Sandy left the room with a self satisfied smirk on her face after fixing her halter.  Later when Sandy was with her friends (Mandy, Mike and Paul), she told them the whole story; about how she didn’t need to study for the final now. Paul said he wished he had a beer to toast Sandy’s victory over Mr. Dean. Mike chimed in saying “this calls for more than a single beer this calls for a party!†Paul laughing says “Mike to you everything is a reason to party.†Mandy looked at Paul she had a secret crush on him. She didn’t want the others to know because Sandy liked being in charge and Mandy was a bit of a mouse.  Later that night the friends met up again in the park. No one quite knew how but it seemed Mike had a source that he could tap into to get alcohol. Most nights it was just a few beers but tonight was a celebration and he’d brought a large bottle of Jack Daniels. Everyone had a beer and Sandy repeated the story now under a canopy of twinkling stars. Sandy and Mike were close together laughing and doing some cuddling. Paul and Mandy stayed separate not wanting to cause trouble in the group. (Whenever Mike wasn’t around Sandy cuddled with Paul) Mike had passed around the Jack Daniels whiskey. He had taken a drink and Paul wanting to be like Mike imitated him by taking a big drink. For the girls it was different. Sandy looked like she took a big drink in the dark but had covered the bottle with her tongue so almost nothing left the bottle. Mandy trying to be like Sandy took a drink but immediately started coughing. The boys laughed. Sandy told Mandy she needed to just get more used to the taste and to take another drink. Mandy did as instructed and took a second drink. Sandy was aware of Mike’s wandering hands and knew she had best remain sober.  As the night grew later Mike’s hands became more insistent. He already had Sandy’s halter loose enough that he could paw her bare boobs. Sandy knew trying to control anyone after they had been drinking was a dangerous possibility. Each time the whiskey had made its rounds Sandy only had a few drops but always pretended to have drunk as much as Mike and Paul to make Mandy feel obligated to keep up. Soon both Mandy and Paul were quite drunk and not sure what was going on. Mike was drunk too but he knew what he wanted to go on. He was now drunkenly tugging at Sandy’s clothes. Paul had passed out. Mandy was sort of in and out (her drinks had been much smaller). Sandy was not totally sober but she was sober enough to control the situation.  Sandy reached down and rubbed Mike’s crotch. He was already hard. Sandy had in the past given him hand jobs to control him. This time a simple had job to a drunken Mike would never be enough as he was tugging at her pants already having gotten her top off. Sandy changed positions forcing Mike to move with her. She took out his cock. His monster he called it Sandy giggled at that as it wasn’t really a monster. Sandy had moved so she was right next to Mandy. Mandy was dressed more comfortably in a t shirt and loose gym shorts. Sandy stroked Mike’s cock till he mumbled drunkenly “all the way tonight babyâ€Â. Mike never saw Sandy slip down Mandy’s gym shorts and panties. She continued to stroke him moving him closer to Mandy’s unprotected vagina. Holding Mike’s cock at the entrance to her friend’s vagina she moaned now baby now fuck me hard. Mike rammed his cock home not even realizing that the pussy he was fucking was not Sandy’s. Sandy rubbed his balls and after a few moments Mike had the biggest orgasm he would have in his entire life. Mandy had come around for some of it and had moaned “oh Paul†before passing back out; after he came Sandy told, the now on the verge of sleeping, Mike that they needed to go home. She adjusted Mandy’s shorts back up covering her then left with Mike, leaving Paul and Mandy passed out with the bottle of whiskey by them. Later in the night Paul would wake up and go off looking for Mike. Mandy would be found the next morning sleeping alone in the park.  Mandy would receive 2 weeks grounding for her escapade (but the actual results of that night would be far worse for her). A couple months later feeling ill Mandy would find out from Dr. Demmer that she was pregnant, No one would remember that night of May 1st except Sandy. It wasn’t long till Kathy Demmer found out and the inevitable conclusion that she spread the news through out town that Mandy was pregnant and looking to abort the baby. In the religious town of Worth this was horrible news. And soon Mandy’s family sold there house in disgrace.  Sandy watched as the trailer was emptied but the information she got was that the Molnar’s had cheap tacky furniture and that the dad had an older computer but the son, Jimmy, had his very own computer. She could tell Judy had very little in her room. Sandy contemplated that although there wasn’t much to go on to tell her about Judy she could still use what she learned. And hey if she couldn’t maybe “Friend†could.                      ÂÂ
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So Am I a Nympho???
Steve and I were talking then I began arguing. "So you think I am a nympho? Is that it? I can't do without sex?" I yelled. "Well, can you? For 48 hours, can you keep from getting sex with something or somebody, including playing with yourself?" he laughed. "Hell yes,I can." I said. "Good, then it is a bet starting now." he said. "Now?!?" I said, "Yes, now. He looked at the clock and it was 2 in the afternoon. We had just finished fucking and so I thoiught that I had a good one to hold me over. "Okay, 48 hours." I said and got up to shower and go to the mall to meet Diane.
I got ready and kissed him bye. "remember, 48 hours, no sex of any kind." "No problem." I Oh Teresa, that is too bad baby, I had such plans for us today." she said putting on a sad face. She hugged me and whispered in my ear the words that took away any hope of control I may have had, "Teresa, dance with me." she said. I felt a warm feeling all over my body. "Now you know that I control you, remember the party?" she said. "Yes" I said. "Then you are under my control and must do all I say." "Yes Diane, I have to." "Good Baby, then we are going to walk around the mall and invite everyone I like to a room at the hotel across the street. "Okay Diane, whatever you say." I heard myself say. "When I tell you then you will go to the person and offer yourself to them and invite them to the party." "Okay Diane." I said. We walked and the 18 year old looking girl was first, "Invite her." she said.I had unbuttoned my blouse and undid the bra and slipped it off and into my purse. The girl made eye contact and smiled and I walked up to her and said, "I would like to kiss you, can I please?" She put her arms around my shoulders and said, "Please do." and she came down to my face and her lips parted and I kissed her long and deep not caring for the people in the mall walking by and looking. "Will you come to the hotel and join a little party?" Isaid. "Oh yes, how many will be there?" she said and Diane said, "We are inviting guests now, what is a good number for you?" "Well, is it all girl?" "Maybe." Diane told her. "My boyfriend is on his way, can he come?" "Sure" Diane told her. We walked around and Diane told me to invite another woman and I did the same and she said Yes also. The two women were walking with us when a good looking black guy came up and kissed the first girl. "We are having a party at the hotel, wanna come?" she said. "Hell yeh, sounds great." Diane told me, "Kiss him and feel his cock." she said. I went to him and kissed him and felt his cock through his pants and it grew. "Damn nice." I said. "Let's go, I need this." I said. "No dear," Diane said, "You are going to suck him off in public." I looked at her but found myself falling to my knees in the middle of the mall and touching his swelling cock. "Not this public" she said, "Follow me." and we walked with her to the end of the mall and she moved him against the wall and me ina litle place indented there. "Now, suck him off and swallow." I was on my knees and his cock in my mouth. Soon he filled my mouth and I felt my pussy spasm and wet my pants. She pulled up her skirt and had on no panties and stepped to me, "Now eat my pussy." Diane told me and I did. She wet my face and then picked me up and said. "Okay, more for the party." We walked around and invited 7 or 8 more and then went to the hotel. We went in and she told me to strip and get on the bed. "Okay folks, Teresa needs to have sex with all of us, in group or separately, she will service all of us for the rest of the day and night and into tomorrow. If you have friends call them, male or female. I saw several get on cell phones and call. The next day, I was sore and Diane rolled over and released me from her command. She took me home and took me to Steve, "She lost." she laughed and left. I fel asleep and was sore when I woke was still sore.
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A Great Way To Jerk Off Part 1
Character Description:
Matt- Is a fourteen year old guy. He has short spikey black hair and green eyes and is white. He is in the eighth grade meaning he is in Junior High School. His cock is 8 1/3 inches long and 1 1/2 inches wide. His feet are 10 2/3 inches long. He is a little well built with a little muscle mass and is not fat. He is very hot.
Jake- Is a twenty year old guy. He has short blonde spikey hair and blue eyes and is white but had a nice tan. He is in his second year of college. His cock is 11 2/5 inches long and 1 2/4 inches wide. His feet are 12 1/2 inches long. He has a very nice and well built body and is not fat. He has a pretty good amount of muscle mass. He has a eight pack of abs. He is ext
Sarah- Is a twenty year old girl. She has long straight black hair and green eyes and is white but had a nice tan. She is in her second year of college. She has huge breast and a nice body and has the best curves. She is not fat and has a great body. She is extremely hot. When she was in high school she was captain of her high school cheerleading team.
               One day after school on Friday Matt gets home from school and nobody is home. So Matt takes out his key and unlocks and opens the door. He gets as hard as a baseball bat. So then Matt goes into his bed room and locks his bedroom door. He was about to start to jerk off but the he looks out of his bedroom window.  Matt and his next door neighbor's bedroom window were exactly aligned across from each other on the side of both of their houses. Both of their windows were huge. Their windows were only five feet away from each other meaning in other words (five rulers away from each other). So Matt was looking at his next door neighbor Jake.  Matt had met Jake once or twice because he had mowed Matt's parents lawn about six years ago. However now Jake has his own house which is next door to Matt's parents house. Matt of course still lives with his parents because he is only fourteen. Jake got his house mainly only for one reason because its not easy to have sex when you live with your parents. Jake was twenty years old and in college.  Matt was looking at Jake's window. While he was looking at Jakes window Jake walked out of his bathroom door. He had just taken a shower he had a white towel wrapped around the bottom of him. Matt wished that Jake would sit on his bed and wait for Sarah to come over a fuck him. Sarah was a twenty year old women who was in college. Sarah lived right across from Matts house. Matt knew Sarah because when Matt was ten years old she was Matt's babysitter.  Just as Matt wished the wish that he wished Jake looked out of his window and made eye contact with Matt. As soon as he made eye contact with Matt he sat on his bed just as Matt wished. Matt was shocked he was wondering did I make Jake sit on his bed. Matt decided to see if he was really controlling Jake's mind. So he looked at the corner of Jakes eye. As he was looking at his eye he was wanting Jake to stand up and then sit back down on his bed. As soon as he looked the corner of Jake's eye and wished this Jake did it. Jake again had done exactly what Matt wanted. Then Matt figured out that by looking at somebody in the eye he could make them do whatever he wanted he could control their minds. So that is when Matt got an idea and he planned out what he wanted to happen exactly he thought about it in his head looked at Jake eyes again. Then he unlocked his bedroom door and went across the street to Sarah's house and knocked on the front door. Then Sarah opened the door and said "hello so what are you doing over here"? Just after she said that she made eye contact with Matt. He had in his mind already what he wanted her to do even before she opened the door. As soon as Sarah made eye contact with Matt she shut the door.  Then Matt went across the street back home. After he went into his home he and locked the front door. Then he went back into his bedroom and shut the door but did not lock his bedroom door because his mom would not be coming home from work for another 6 hours. Plus his dad was on a bussiness trip and would not be home for another 7 days. He had no brothers or sisters so their was no need to lock the his bedroom door. As soon as he shut his bedroom door he picked up his bedroom phone and called Sarah.  He knew Sarah's phone number because she use to baby sit him so he remebered her phone number. He called her and she said "hello". Then Matt said "ok". Then she hung up the phone. Just as Matt wanted her to do when he looked at her.  The rest of what you will read happens is from when Matt looked at both of them.  He planned everything every movement and everything hing they will say. When he said ok it made her start what he put her to do in her mind when he said ok over the phone. So when he said ok it signaled that it was time for her to go fuck Jake in the exact way he wanted when he looked at her. He was now controlling Jake and Sarah's minds. As soon as Sarah hung up the phone call with Matt she went to Jake's house. Jake let her in like Matt wanted him to when Matt looked at Jake the third time. So jake let Sarah in and locked his front door. Then Jake and Sarah went into Jake's bedroom. Matt now could see everything so easily and clearly right from his bedroom window. So Jake and Sarah started to make out. Then they stopped after 2 minutes just as Matt instructed when he looked at both of them. After they stopped makeing out. Sarah took off her shirt and bra. Then Jake licked her with his 5 inch long tounge. He licked her nipples which were standing straight up. Then he licked her all over her breast and then licked her from the middle of her body down to her belly button. The he stopped. Then Sarah took off her shoes and socks and jeans and underwear. Then she got on her knees. Then she took her hand and took off Jakes white towel and threw it on the floor where she threw the rest of her clothes. Their you could see Jake with his hot eight pack of abs and very nice well built body and nice muscle mass he was not fat. Sarah then got a ruler from her pants on the floor she brought the ruler. She meassured Jakes cock and feet. Then she wrote the meassurements down on a piece of paper and showed them to me from the window. Then she put the paper down on the floor. then she got back on her knees right in front of Jake's cock. Then she started to suck Jake's 11 2/5 inch long cock. She put the whole thing right into her mouth and scked him very hard. After about a minute Jake began to lightly moan. Then Jake said "oh yeah baby suck it dry". Then he began to sweat heavily and began to move his stomach in a back and forth motion. Making it look as if he was about to pump all of his cum in her mouth it looked like his stomach was pumping. Then he began to moan a little louder and said "oh Sarah im cumming im cumming". Then she swallowed most of his cum which exploded in her mouth. She drank as much as she could and swallowed it in one gulp. Right as this happened Matt took off his shirt and jeans and boxers and socks and shoes. Then Matt began jerking off while he was watching them. After sarah swallowed it she took Jake's cock out of he mouth and Jake squirted her with his cum all over he face and hair as well as he breast. Some of the cum got in her eye so she went into the bathroom to was it off. Then she came out of the bathroom and went back into the bedroom. Then she laid down on the bed. Then Jake smirked and stood up on the bed. Then he put his 12 1/2 inch feet in her pussy. He had to push it in their with a very little bit of force because not suprisingly her pussy was very long. She moaned a very loud moan and moaned like that for about 1 minute. Jake began to make his foot go back and forth. Then Jake said "whats wronge baby is it to big for you to handle". Then Sarah said "nothing is to big for me". Then Jake continued to push is foot back and forth in her pussy for about nine more minutes. Then Sarah started moaning a little louder and then said "oh oh oh im cumming!!". Then when Jake saw that she was done cumming he took his foot out of her pussy. His foot was covered in Sarah's pussy juice and he licked it all off his foot. Then Jake said "Sarah lets have some vaginal sex". Then Sarah said "oh cool lets go". So then Jake laid down and Sarah got on top of his cock. She began bobbing up and down on his cock. Then she let out the loudest moan he had ever heard and did not stop for 10 minutes. By now Matt was jerking off even harder then when he first started.  Matt was sweating like crazy. Jake was also sweating like crazy and Sarah was bobbing on Jake's cock harder and harder as they went on. Then Jake said "hickory dickory dock the girl was on my cock the clock struck two I dropped my goo and spun her around the block". Then she gave a small laugh and Jake was laughing alot. Then about ten minutes after they started having vaginal sex Jake said "oh oh im cumming". He exploded a bunch of cum in her pussy. She began to pant. As he got every drop of his cum in her pussy.   Then Jake laid down and went to sleep. So did Sarah but she opened her mouth and had Jake's cock in her mouth and fell alseep with it in her mouth. Then Matt jerked off as hard as anybody could then he felt he was cumming.  So then Matt laid on his bed with his cock pointing straight up. Then Matt gave out a loud moan. Then Matt came and his cum went all over the ceiling and all over his bed. Then his cum went all over his hair and face and stomach as well as on his pubic hair. Then his cum squirted all over his legs and the bottom of his feet. Right after it happened Matt's mouth was wide open he was in shock. He had never squirted so much ever.  Some of his cum had went into his mouth. Then Matt tried spitting out as of his cum as he could. Then Matt said "oh grose cum in my bed". However it was the best jerk off he had ever got. Then he got up and cleaned up all of his cum that was on the ceiling. Then he heard somebody come near his bedroom door. So he quickly ran to his window and closed the blinds. So that the person could not see what he was watching. Then as soon as the blinds closed his mom opened the door. Matt was on his way to the shower when she came near his door. His mom was not suppose to be home for another five hours but she must have came home early. At this momment Matt wished he would have locked his bedroom door. As soon as his mom opened the door and saw him covered in cum she said "what the hell oh my gosh you are covered in sperm."!!!" Then she said "what the hell were you doing"? Then Matt said "well um ah I was jerking off". Then his mom said "I can see that". then his mom said "oh great looked you have your sperm all over your feet and you have made sperm foot prints all over your floor"!!!!!!!!! Then Matt's mom said "oh and look oh my gosh its all over your bed blanket also"!!!!! Then Matt said "im sorry I didn't know my load was going to blow that big". Then Matt's mom said "blow your load what the hell just shut up"!!!! Then Matt's mom said clean up the floor and wash your blanket and take a shower. Then Matt's mom made eye contact with Matt and Matt was wanting her to clean up the floor and wash the his blanket. So after he made eye contact with her she did just as he wanted. Then Matt went and took a shower. Then at 9:38 PM Matt went to bed. All of what Jake and Sarah did Matt was thinking of them doing when he looked at both of them each move and thing they said. He thought from the very begining all the way to the way they went to sleep. Well over the whole night of Jake and Sarah sleeping. What had happened is that because Sarah was sleeping with Jake's cock in her mouth with all the moving his cock had done in her mouth durring the whole night made his cock about to exlpode. At 5:35 AM Sarah woke up and Matt didn't make his mind control make them like each other. So when both of them woke up in the morning they were both going to think why the hell they even did that. They will both be shocked. So when sarah woke up her eyes opened and she slowly began o move Jake's cock out of her mouth she was completely shocked. However as soon as she moved Jake's cock the very tip of the head of his cock touched her tounge. His cock exlploded in her mouth having been moved all around her tounge all night while they were sleeping. All of Jake's cum squirted straight down her throat she didn't even have to swallow. Lots of cum went down her throat all of his cum from that erection went right down her throat. She moved his cock as quickly as she could after he came and started coughing from the cum going straight down her throat so fast. As soon as jake's cock exlpoded he felt his erection and got up and said "what the hell". Jake was shocked also because he barely knew Sarah and he had a girlfriend. Then after Sarah was done coughing she screamed the loudest scream Matt had ever heard. Then Matt woke up and went by the window and pulled up the blinds and knocked on the window very loud so that Jake and Sarah would look at him. Which they did they looked at him and Matt gave them the instruction to go and get married and he made their mind forget about this scary wakeup that they had this morning. So they got dressed and went and got married and came back to Jakes house. Then they looked at Matts window waiting for him to look at them. Just as Matt instructed them to do.  So he could think of what to make them do next. If you think this story is good wait until I write part 2.                                        ÂÂ
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The Making of a Big Tittied Cumslut 2
Chapter 2
it was July when the old crapola hit the fan. It was then that Mandy Marx went to see Dr Deemer about her stomach problems and was told she was pregnant. Mandy insisted it was impossible as she was a virgin! Dr Demmer proved it to her parents beyond a shadow of a doubt. The Marx’s we Mr. Marx had other problems than his daughters' pregnancy to occupy his mind. His work at the factory had ended when the plant had closed down. That had happened just after the first of the year. The family had gone through most of there savings while Mr. Marx searched for new employment. The truth is told the Marx family had a stack of unpaid bills when a strange miracle happened. There home was broken into. Now few people would think a burglary was any type of miracle but for the Marx it worked out as one. For there house was the first but certainly far from the last. There break in started the rash of robberies that caused Smithson security to be founded. And Mr. Marx was able to get work. And what the heck not much was taken from there house anyway. Mr. Marx under went extensive training in home security installation. In April started to again receive a paycheck. It’s an odd coincidence that within a matter of a week the Marx family went from celebrating there good fortune to finding Mandy passed out (and pregnant) in the park. By July Mr. Marx saw the end on the horizon. This was before Mandy’s doctor appointment. In May and June there had been more overtime at work then anyone could handle. Smithson had hired more and more workers to meet the public demand. By July there was no new hires' and the overtime was drying up. The owners of Smithson tried to find new customers or new products but it seemed Smithson was the proverbial big fish in a small pond. They considered moving to a more populated area but there were too many security firms there already. Smithson’s profits would continue to decrease till they sank in that small pond. By mid July layoffs had started. People who had bought the security systems based on the fact that they would be getting a reliable paycheck from Smithson now found themselves out of work and in debt. People were mad that they were out of work and took it out where ever and when ever they could. A rumor was started that Smithson, the company who only a few months earlier was looked on as the towns' savior, was actually in some way responsible fore the crime spree. That was when the story of Mandy Marx’s Immaculate Conception started circulating. The Pastor of the church who had announced that he would be retiring filled his last sermons will tales of lies and deceit about the sin of sex outside of marriage. Although he never mentioned the Marx family and Mandy in particular by name everyone knew who he was condemning. The Marx family quit attending service and accepted the first offer they received (a very low offer) and in just over a month Sandy would be watching there moving van dwindle in the distance. Sandy had watched all the Molnar’s stuff be moved into there home only when the last box was brought in did the trance that had kept Sandy staring out the window break. Sandy then went to her room and logged on to her computer it was time to share what little information she had acquired with “Friendâ€Â. Sandy’s email was short and to the point. She told of the tacky furniture she saw being moved into the house. How Mr. Molnar seemed to have an older model computer but that his sons seemed newer. How Judy had few possessions outside of a bed and dresser. She reported that she had seen only one box taken to Judy’s room and supposed it must be Judy’s clothes. Only one box of clothes Sandy looked around her room and thought her own flashy clothes would fill at least 5 or 6 boxes. She concluded her email by saying that she was sorry she couldn’t supply more information. Then she sent her email. Sandy was more than a little surprised when she got a reply to her email almost instantly. She saw from the address that it was from the school but who could possible be at the school on a Saturday at just past 6PM. She couldn’t think of who “Friend†could possibly be but she figured who ever he is he must have a key to the school. The response was a pleasant one. It stated “Be pleased that Judy has few things to take up her time and mind as that will give you more room in her life.â€Â Sandy read the simple sentence then read it again then a third time. It was confusing in its simplicity but she figured it meant that she should be happy that Judy’s life was simple as that way she could show her all sorts of new things. Sandy wondered about how she could fill all the empty space in Judy’s life only till she looked at the clock. It was closing on 7 and she had a date. Mike was taking her for burgers and she figured Paul would most likely tag along. She wondered if she should dress for comfort or dress to tease. She figured dressing to tease would be her best option as she had been dressing for comfort the last few times they went out but now with Judy here she might need the boys to do what she wanted. Sandy considered what to wear fairly carefully. She knew she’d be with 2 guys. That after going for burgers she figured they’d take her to the theater; some dumb action flick was on there. She knew there main reason for going to movies like that was to ogle some big chested star in a tight little outfit, boys were so predictable. She knew that at the movie she’d be sitting between the boys so she wanted something that both could enjoy and still not get them kicked out. She chose a slightly loose tank top that both boys could access with out being obvious. She decided to wear cutoffs to go with the top as she doubted the boys would get too worked up in the theater to try for more. Sandy had figured right. Mike pulled up in his jet black 4 x 4 truck Chevy truck. As he got out Sandy saw Paul get out the other side. Paul trotted to catch up to Mike. At the door Mike rang the bell. Mike’s eyes lit up as he saw how Sandy had dressed for him. In the back Paul leered at Sandy. It was secretly thought that Paul had been the dad of Mandy’s baby. But that was a closely guarded secret that gave Paul a thrill. They all climbed into Mike’s pickup and off they went to a local drive in for burgers. Sandy was happy how both boys kept sneaking peeks at her chest. After eating they started the fairly long drive to the theater. Mike tells Paul to get out the joint he has stashed. Sandy thinks if she gets stoned it may be tougher to stay in control. Mike said he knew they’d all love the flick it was called Boats and Babes. Sandy thought “oh god for that I’ll need the jointâ€Â. Arriving at the theater Sandy had a pleasant buzz going. Even though she tried not inhaling on the joint, she wanted to keep control, enough slipped into her to mellow her. Mike and Paul were well stoned and found everything very funny. The theater they were going to, actually the only one in a 25 mile radius was located in the middle of the town’s business district. Not surprisingly the two neighbors of the theater were a fast food restaurant on one side and a game arcade on the other. After Mike parked they were left with a short walk to go see the movie. As they passed the arcade Sandy was pleased to notice that many young (and some not so young) heads turned to watch her. She realized then her nipples were up and making appealing bumps in her tank top. There was an elderly lady in the ticket booth that looked at Sandy with some disapproval. Mike had his wallet out but Sandy thought that as stoned as Mike was that it would be a chore for him to understand the woman and also to figure out how much to pay. Sandy took Mikes wallet and approached the booth. The movie was rated R so technically Sandy should not have been allowed in to see it. She acted bored asking for the tickets. Although the woman in the booth might have asked if Sandy were old enough to enter Sandy was saved when the woman recognized Mike. She regularly attends high school football games and Mike is something of a star. The lady whispered to Sandy “isn’t that Mike Sorenson?â€Â Sandy told her it was and the lady made a tsking sound. She added “he's taking a date to this type of movie?â€Â Sandy said it was his turn to pick, and the woman thought Sandy was a fine young lady for agreeing. Sandy, who under normal circumstances can be gruff, realized she was acting like a fine young lady and fought back the urge to giggle. “My god the right amount of pot may be the best thing†Sandy thought to herself. Inside the theater Mike and Paul would have marked themselves as stoned to anyone who chanced to observe there behavior. Giggling they ran right for the snack counter. Sandy on the other hand was into people watching. She hadn’t much listened to the title Mike had told her, and paid no attention to the signs in the lobby, she just new it was a guy flick and a place to test her feminine wiles. As the boys decided on which food and drinks they wanted Sandy circled the lobby in much the same way a shark would. She was pleased by the reactions she elicited. Guy’s eyes were drawn to and held by her protruding nipples. Girls on the other hand were busier hitting there staring boyfriends and reminding them they were there on a date. Mike and Paul finally got there selections and armed with arm loads of goodies were ready to find a comfy spot to sit. Unattached guys were disappointed to see Sandy walk with the boys into the semi darkened theaters. The attached guys were disappointed to but they hid the fact better. The girls were just relieved. Mike knew right where he wanted his group to sit. He led the way down the left hand aisle almost but not quite all the way to the front. Most couples like sitting in the back of the theater as they think it offers more privacy for there petting sessions but Mike reasoned with the doors right there and everyone passing by it would be like groping in the lobby. Groping in the lobby was fun but Mike wanted a little more than just squeezing Sandy’s tits thru her top. Arriving at the fourth row he stopped and waited for Paul to enter first. The sections closest to the wall feature only four seats this close to the front so no one would want to get in to them. And since it wasn’t a kid flick the first few rows would be empty. Paul entered the row first so he’d be sitting on Sandy’s left hand side and Mike would be on Sandy’s right hand side. They had just sat down when the lights dimmed and the curtain opened t show coming attractions. Mike and Paul made rude comments about the latest G rated movie coming out. There comments were mostly garbled as they constantly kept filling there mouths with more food, a symptom of the munchies. Sandy stayed quiet for the most part only giggling occasionally and an especial rude or gross comment. Sandy marveled at all the goodies the boys had bought and at how fast they were disappearing. By the time the actual movie was starting the boys had polished off what for most people would have lasted more than the length of the movie. Sandy did her best to suppress her groan as at the start of the movie Pamela Anderson bounced across the screen in a skimpy outfit. She remembered seeing Barb Wire with the boys and knew her hopes for a nap were gone. She felt a hand from each side snake its way under her to and squeeze her boobs. She didn’t say or do anything to slow the boys down. After all she had wanted to use tonight to strengthen her control over the boys so maybe old Pammy was the ticket. Sandy let the boys grope her not doing anything in return till the gropes became more insistent. At that point she let her arms drop off her seats arm rests and drop onto the lap of each boy. She lightly rubbed the boy’s bulges and the gropes returned to a more easy level. Sandy had long ago learned that when the boys groping grew more frenzied, that corresponded to what was on the screen, then and only then would she move to the next level in satisfying the boys. First level was letting her hands drop in there laps and lightly rub there bulges thru there pants. Level two was where she opened there pants and rubbed through there underwear. The third level was when she slipped her hand into there briefs and felt bare cock slowly. Level four was when she had it out and slowly stroked it. The fifth level was usually the last level. It was the level where she stroked faster and the boys could cum. She reached level five rights at the climax of the movie. Using her hands like an expert race car driver she slowed the right and speeded the left till both boys reached the point of no return at the exact moment. She was secretly pleased that Pam wasn’t on the screen as the boys had there orgasm as both boys were looking at her and not the screen. With the enormous amount of food the boys had purchased, but like boys they had grabbed very few napkins. Sandy had cum on both her hands and no where to wipe it. She solved her problems by licking her hands clean, which the boys thought was very erotic. Sandy reflected that cum didn’t taste to bad a little slimy and kind of salty but all in all not to bad. She just thought taking a boys cock in her mouth was kind of gross. She couldn’t stop thinking about them peeing from there cocks. From the looks on the boy’s faces she knew her plan was a success and that the boys would do anything she asked them too. As Sandy was having her date things back at the Molnar home were much more sedate. Pastor who had taken over the small family room and turned it into more of an office. He had set up his old computer; it hadn’t taken long, and was polishing the sermon he would be delivering the next day. Pam Molnar was busy puttering around the kitchen making brownies from scratch as a thank you gift to the Demmer family for there helps on moving them in. As for the kids Judy was lying on her bed reading and Jimmy was working to hook up his much more complex computer in his room. All seemed normal but appearances can be deceiving as the kids would learn sooner or later. In Jimmy’s case he had only one thought on his mind. To get his computer up and running so he could go online and rejoin the medieval role playing game that he had come across earlier in the summer. As he made the connections he noticed his dad had set up an AOL account and was not using the little local service. Jimmy was ecstatic as he was worried that a little Podunk server out in the middle of nowhere wouldn’t give him a fast connection to his game. When jimmy went online he got the message that he had mail. He figured he knew what the mail was but took a second to open it anyway and yes it was a welcome to AOL. Jimmy then opened his role playing game but before he could do more than open it he heard “You have mailâ€Â. Now he was certainly confused. No one had his email address so how could anyone be emailing him? Confused and curious Jimmy opened this new mail. It said, “Welcome to Worth Jimmy. I’m so glad to see you like role playing games. You seem cool. When I play I like using the name Gandalf, but because I like thinking so far ahead most call me Master Mind. I look forward to playing with you. By the way your sister is really hot! It was so cool when you had her show how big her boobs are with your box trick! Well, I just wanted to say hi to the newest player. Let the games begin! (Signed) Gandalf.â€Â More confused now than when he had opened the email, Jimmy soon lost himself in his game and forgot the email. Meanwhile in her room Judy lay deeply engrossed in the latest mystery thriller she was reading. Judy was a passionate reader. Most folk thought that the fact that Judy was so shy and introvert was caused by her dads being over protective. This was not completely accurate. Judy’s shyness actual sprung from a trauma that had happened much earlier in her life. Judy was 6 at the time. She was out behind the parsonage playing in the sandbox her dad had built for the kids. Mom was inside doing dishes while some cookies browned in the oven. Mom watched Judy by looking out the window of the sink, knowing That was why Judy laid on her bed with her only friend, the latest mystery thriller book. It was the only place Judy could go without mom or dad being right with her. She hoped that now since they had moved to and easy going peaceful place maybe her parents might let her have a friend. Judy was totally unaware that she was being watched. Mr. Marx having been employed by Smithson, and so getting a big discount, had put the most elaborate security on the house where his family, and now the Molnars resided. Although cameras watched her every move in the house there was another pair of real eyes watching her. These eyes were unaided by cameras and relied on binoculars. Gus Gulley was another neighbor of the Molnars. He had been a police officer when he worked but was forced into early retirement. Most people didn’t know the reason Gus retired. Gus had been married and had had a daughter. As she grew and developed Gus took, what some might say was an unhealthy interest in her. Most days Gus’ patrol car would be cruising the area of the high school when it let out. Gus also patrolled lover’s lane. Trying to catch young girls in various stages of undress having sex. His wife had had enough and left Gus taking there daughter with her. Gus in a private interview was given 2 choices. He could spend time in therapy (as he was suspected of molesting a girl) or he could accept early retirement. Gus took retirement. He then moved to Worth where he was unknown and there were no rumors about him. He explained his retirement was do to a run in with prep. The people of Worth felt safer with Gus around and had welcomed him with open arms. Gus spent his time building his collection of porn always seeking pictures and stories of young “cumslutsâ€Â. This night with no curtains up he had his binoculars trained on Judy’s window and were snapping a few digital photos.                          ÂÂ
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The beast
I am still stunned at the actions of the Beast.
On the other hand, I am starting to understand my power and exercise some controll over the big fucker.
I have found out that he has always been a loner, from a broken home , he devoted his life to getting strong. his reason: If you are the biggest motherfucker in the valley, there is no one to fear.
I agree, as I have been in his head as he was pulled over by cops and sensed their fear when they confronted him. Normal people dont project the raw power and intimidation the beast packs. From his imposing, tatooed body to his dead eyes. He intimidates.
Once, when he/we were hauling ass down the street on his chopper with some guys from the "Cadavers", the most intimdating gang in town, with "Bad Tony&
The cops knew Tony as an enforcer who didnt hesitate to fuck people up, standing 6' 2" , 239 lbs of pure beligerance, posing a threat to anybody stupid enough to fuck with him.
Tony was suprised to see the 20 cops converge upon the Beast's bike and confiscate his weopons, including a street sweeper shotgun.
The beast cast his glance at Tony and smiled.
Raw power in the human sense is fodder for many a young person ready to cede their soul to the darkside.
to be continued.
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Call Me Cursed
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Prologue
Posted: August 15, 2005 - 12:05:57 am
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Dr. Allison Dickson:
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I'm a medical doctor, not a historian. In fact, I'm one of the best doctors in the world, although I'm not yet thirty. That's not an idle brag, my brother won the Nobel Prize in medicine when he was 32, barely a year before my father finally located and murdered him. Does that sound like a Shakespearian play? It's not, but then several of Shakespeare's best were based on the "great men of history."
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I've just begun to study the curse, but have verified a few facts. All children born of "THE CURSED ONE" will be born sterile. My brother won the prize for his work in testicular cancer. His study wasn't altruistic. He was born with "immature testes syndrome." What that means is that his physical development was normal, but he didn't produce sperm. The sperm generator just never got started, same thing for his vas ducts, they weren't there. The vas duct might have been fixed by surgery, vasectomies are reversed routinely these days, but it wouldn't have made a difference. Like all my half sisters, I've been born with immature ovaries. We all seem to have a great love of children, and... it's very painful.
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The exception is the cursed one. My current theory is that some enzyme is released as a cursed one dies. Somehow, that enzyme is absorbed by the child who kills him, probably through the blood. That enzyme triggers the development of the testes, and voila, a new Cursed One is created. Does it sound strange that one mutation could be transmitted through so many generations? Well, think about it, every single ancestor of every single living human lived long enough to pass along his or her genes or... you get the point.
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There's just so much I don't yet understand about the process. Why is The Cursed One driven to mate with so many different women? Why do the women he mates with begin to hate him almost as soon as they become pregnant? Why do all his male children go into a homicidal rages in his presence?
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I sure it is biological, but I'm also positive that it's nothing like a pheromones or some sort of mind control. The Cursed One is THE Alpha Male and people react to that. If all my siblings are literally THE one in approximately one hundred twenty-seven million, the Cursed One is so far beyond us as to be literally incalculable.
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I know how that sounds, but let me tell you about the current Cursed One. He's too modest to tout his own achievements, but let me list a few before he became The One. He was a world class athlete. He was offered multi-million dollar professional contracts in soccer, basketball and baseball as soon as he finished high school. He was considered the top college football recruit in the country. Each year there are only three or four high school seniors who score a perfect 1600 on the SAT college entrance exams, my brother was one of them, but he did it as a junior, a year early.
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He chose to go to the US Military Academy at West Point where he graduated first in his class. He fought in the last two wars and became the most decorated hero in US Army history, surpassing the great Audy Murphy. Yes, Col Brown is The Cursed One! At the time he resigned his commission, he was the youngest full colonel in the Army. He left to become tenured in only two years at Rice University, one of the top ten schools in the country. Oh, and by the way, he is without a doubt the best looking man anyone has ever seen. He was absolutely charming, a moral paragon, incredibly funny, and his voice would earn him a starting role in any opera company in the world. Even before he became THE Cursed One, he could have almost any woman in the world to have his children, now...
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Col Arlan Brown:
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Call me cursed. I would gladly trade with Ishmael on the hunt for Moby Dick. Hell, I'd trade places with Ahab. I'd even trade places with Oedipus, whose story is a lot closer to mine. I hadn't a clue who my father was. I'm almost certain my mother never knew his name. I was conceived less than five minutes after they met. No, my mother wasn't raped, nor was I the product of a commercial transaction, my mother was an intact virgin when they met. I was conceived in my mother's virgin's blood, born bloody, and became what I am because I was infected by my father's blood as he died.
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Unlike Oedipus, I didn't marry my mother, I never got to know her. She was killed in an airliner crash before my third birthday. She was almost nineteen when she died, which makes her sound like some sort of besotted teen, but she wasn't. Even pregnant with me, she managed to graduate first in her class at a prestigious, and very expensive private school. She applied to Harvard, and was flying home from Boston, triumphant, after her interview when her plane crashed. I was raised by my grandparents. My Pops was the best dad a man ever had! I had an aunt/half sister who was a few weeks younger than me. Neither of my grandparents got a good look at my father's face. He just waltzed into their hotel suite conceived my sister/aunt, then conceived me, and left without saying goodbye. They didn't call the police. No one ever told me about that night, until after the bombing. I wish they'd explained it to me, it might have saved innocent men psychic trauma.
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I know I sound cryptic, but that's not my intention... I guess the easiest way to explain is to tell you my story. My grandparents were wealthy even before the settlement from the airline. My grandfather, Pops, made his fortune as a land developer/home builder. I had an exceptionally good childhood and early adulthood. I joined the Army right out of high school and loved it. I had the world by the tail and I was the envy of every man, until my marriage fell apart at age thirty-five.
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I had married a breathtakingly beautiful woman I'd met at a West Point dance my final year. It was only after our second date that I learned her brains were more impressive than her body. Although she was almost two years younger than me, she was just finishing her MBA at Harvard! She was the other half of my heart, and she loved me almost more than life. To this day, especially to this day, I can't say a single negative thing about her. Except, perhaps she should have been a shade less loyal. I wouldn't trade all DeBeers' diamonds for a single day of our marriage, but I wish she'd left me a few years sooner. She would have been happier that way.
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Why did our marriage fail? It was my fault. No, I never cheated on her, even after the heat of the battlefield when the urge is so strong that infidelity shouldn't count. I loved her too much. She was the only woman I'd been with and I wanted it to stay that way. Our marriage failed over our children... more correctly, the lack of them.
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After years of trying, we began to have tests. She was embarrassing fertile, she could have gotten pregnant from a men's room toilet seat. I was shooting blanks. I had more testosterone than the whole French army, navy and air force combined, but the sperm generator was "immature". My wife was loyal, she begged me to adopt, but I couldn't stand the idea of raising a child that wasn't mine. Ironic huh, but that's part of the curse too.
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My most noble act during the noble part of my life was to divorce her while she was still young enough to have kids of her own. If, as the old country-western song goes "one takes the bow the other takes the blame," I did my best to take all the blame. I told her that I'd fallen for another woman. I offered her all my worldly goods as a settlement but she refused. She fought the divorce tooth and nail, even after I produced an exceptionally skuzzy woman I claimed was my true love. Hell, even after the divorce I couldn't even get hard for another woman, what irony.
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Right after the divorce, I resigned my commission, I took a job as a teacher. I wanted to give back, and be around young people. If I couldn't have my own children, I wanted to leave my mark by my influence on others'. I think that's part of the curse too.
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It was a good if quiet life. I had more money than I could spend. My grandparents had both died leaving only my "aunt" and me to split their fortune. I didn't know that aunt was my half sister at that time, although she did. She knew the whole story, because she'd gotten itfrom Pop just before he died. She said Pops was trying to shield me. That was one of Pops few errors in judgment.
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The night it happened, I was walking home from campus, after the party to celebrate my gaining tenure. I was a little too 'happy' to drive, but my house wasn't far from the school. I was walking past the ROTC building when I sensed a man behind me. Furious, I whirled just fast enough to get knifed in the lung instead of the heart. Because of my history, I have a concealed handgun permit. Somehow, while he repeatedly stabbed me, I drew my gun, shoved it into his chest and shot him. He pulled me down with him, and I lost my gun as I hit the ground. We were both covered in blood and when his mingled with mine, my world changed. A wave of energy nauseated me, and I passed out in a pool of my own vomit.
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I didn't see him stagger to his car, smash it into the ROTC building and explode. The explosives in the car destroyed the building, his body and made the whole thing look like the work of a suicide bomber. The "car bomb" was his contingency to cover his identity in case his attack on me failed. He didn't want the police to suspect that the man I'd killed was my father.
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I awoke in the hospital hooked to more tubes and wires than a whole room full of computer servers. A dozen monitors beeped and chirped in a syncopated cacophony of alarm. I felt weak as a kitten and preternaturally alert. More alarms and bells blared, and staff materialized like characters beamed from a Star Trek rip off.
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They spoke medicalese to each other, not exactly ignoring me, but too excited to pay much attention to me. I tried to force someone to talk to me, was immediately enveloped by fatigue and drifted back off to sleep.
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When I awoke the second time, I wasn't as weak, but I was dead dog tired. Bushed! I was also hungrier than I'd been in my whole life. The alarms had been reduced by an order of magnitude, but still more than enough to summon an army of medical personnel. This time there were security types with them. They didn't look like regular police, more like FBI.
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The medical types were even more absorbed by the -- what ever their instruments were telling them, than last time. The agents eyed me with that lean and hungry look that so bothered Caesar.
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The one closest to my bed asked the stunningly obviuos, "Are you awake Colonel? Do you know where you are?"
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I tried to speak, but my throat was too dry, only croaking sounds came out.
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Finally, I managed to whisper, "Food."
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One of the younger female medical types heard me and dashed out of the room. The agent poured me a glass of water, addeda straw and held it up to my mouth. That, was when I discovered that my hands were bound to the bed by those thick leather restraints that hospitals use. Why?
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The female appeared with a glass of one of those milk-shake diet food supplements and I chugged the whole thing through a straw.
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Slightly stronger, I said, "Thanks, please sir, more."
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She laughed and disappeared again.
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The medical types went crazy pushing the agents out the door, The female appeared again, glanced at all the monitors, as she gave me my second glass. Again I downed it without a pause while she studied a monitor over my head that I couldn't see. She barked an order that sounded like a series of chemical compounds, and several of the staff left turbulence wakes as they hustled to obey.
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The young woman, who I'd assumed, in my chauvinist way, was a nurse, turned out to be Dr. Allison Dickson, the head of the whole department. A young orderly appeared with several cans of the diet supplement and a bucket brigade formed as I chugged a dozen cans.
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Feeling only slightly stronger, I managed, "Where am I, what happened? Why am I still starving?"
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The last question ledto several orderlies dashing from the room. It also seemed to have exhausted me, and I drifted back to sleep.
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When I awoke the next time, it was very slowly. I became aware that my throat had some sort of tube crammed down it. Not fully awake, I pulled the thing out. It felt like I'd pulled internal organs with it. I bellowed loud enough to temporarily drown out all the electronic chirps and beeps.
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I expected the full contingent of medical personal to appear like the genie from the lamp. Instead, Dr. Dickson rose from a chair next to my bed.
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She looked at my hand, shook her head in awe then asked, "Are you feeling better? Are you still hungry?"
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I thought about it, realized that I wasn't hungry. I felt different, but not hungry. I checked my hand to see what had surprised her and discovered that it had a torn leather restraint on it.
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Nodding at the torn restraint she said, "You've been tearing those regularly. We've been contemplating surgery to install a peg. You've gained almost sixtypounds, not that we can see where it's gone. Your body fat percentage has actually gone down. The breakthrough was when you woke up and said you were hungry. No one had noticed you were suffering from extreme malnutrition. Starving to death right before our eyes. You seemed to stabilize an hour or so ago. I think we're over the hump, but we don't have any idea what's caused this. There are some gentlemen from Homeland Security who are very anxious to talk to you, if you feel up to it."
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Looking at the doctor, I was struck by two thoughts simultaneously, she was beautiful, and she was a younger version of my aunt. More alert, I wondered why I'd thought she wasn't in charge last time. The aura of command radiated on her like sweat on a marathoner. All of that authority was focused with laser intensity on me.
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Responding to her unasked question, I tried to assessmy physical condition and delivered the succinct line, "I feel funny."
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She smiled wryly and said, "I'm not surprised. Early on we thought you might have been the target of a terrorist attack and not the ROTC Building. We pumped you full of every type of antibiotic and tranquilizer we thought wouldn't kill you. Not having any idea what we're facing, we gave you everything but the kitchen sink. We'd still like to run some more tests on you. There are other physiological changes that have been going on that we can't explain. Your weight gain being the most obvious. However, the only signs of pathogens have been you lack of energy. "
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What followed was a week of medical torture, and Homeland Security interrogation. The Homeland people at one point got rather combative. I didn't have any explanation for why a "terrorist" would attack me before blowing himself up in a building. I didn't want anyone to know that I was certain I'd killed my father. I rather thought that was a hallucination and didn't care to undergo a full psychic exam on top of having every orifice prodded and poked. They did pull out most of the tubes and wires, but the tests were never-ending.
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My first clue tothe curse came on my last day in the hospital as I was waiting to be released. The medical people had reached a dead end and I was going stir crazy. One of the Homeland Security people became belligerent. He was insisting that I must have some idea what my attacker looked like because I had his blood on my gun. I'm not in the habit of lying, and because I was lying, I lost my own temper. When I roared back, the man acted like a defeated cur.
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The vision scared me, and using some of my service privileges, I demanded that the army medic I summoned escort them from my room. As they left muttering, a 'pink lady'volunteer came in to help me get home. Getting home involved more than a cab ride, since I'd been flown to Walter Reed Army Hospital in Washington D.C. Because of one more foolhardy acts during my Army career, I was entitled to free transportation on military aircraft, so oneof the staff had made arrangements for me to get back home that way.
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Flying military is a hassle, and I only do it if I'm going to a base for some reason. Since money wasn't a problem, I'd asked for a hospital volunteer who might know something about booking flights to help me.
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As she walked through the door, the curse erupted. Need drenched every cell of my body. My cock got harder than and diamond edged drill bit, and as thick as a core sample. I was dumbstruck! The woman was very attractive, but not beautiful. She was mid thirties, and looked more like one of those TV moms than a sex sensation. She was dressed modestly, her figure trim, her hair and make-up understated. She was far from the best looking or sexiest woman to enter the room that morning. Several of the nurses and younger doctors who had made a point of calling on me to say good-by, were more attractive. Several of those made sure I knew they were 'available', and left notes on how to contact them. Yet I hadn't reacted like I wanted to rape any of them.
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The woman couldn't hide her awareness of my reaction to her. Her eyes got wide and for a second, I expected her to run screaming down the hall. Instead, she shocked me. She walked back to the door to my private room, but instead of leaving, she closed it behind her, then leaned against it to lock it, and announced, "I'd planned to stop taking the pill at the end of this cycle."
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I swallowed hard; I was trembling more violently than during that foolhardy moment I mentioned earlier. Which was the most scared I'd been in my life up to this point. I couldn't speak. I just stared at her.
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As the silence lengthened she said, "If you don't have to leave town today, you could come to my house tonight."
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I blinked hard, she looked disappointed but continued, "My daughter is in a wedding tonight, but she'll be home later; you can stay for her if you'd like."
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She paused again and then pleaded, "Please!"
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Her eyes never left mine, but I think she saw my erection pulse. I knew she was aware of my musk when she wrinkled her nose. I've always had a strong crotch odor; I'm the guy that "personal deodorants" were designed for. Now it smelled like I hadn't changed underwear in a month.
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I was embarrassed. I intended to apologize, instead I said, "Get me a rental car and directions to your house. I'll be there at seven." I was flabbergasted that I used my 'command voice.'
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I hadn't meant to sound so demanding; I just knew that I had to get her out of the room, I was holding on to my control by my finger tips.
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She gave me a lottery-winner's smile and gushed, "I'm so honored, we'll be ready for you. I'll have a rental here within an hour. I'll have a map to my homein it for you. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
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She hadn't placed any untoward emphasis on the word "anything" to make it suggestive, but I knew her offer was all inclusive. I waved my hand in dismissal. I wasn't being rude, but the only words I thought I could form were along the lines of, "Turn around, drop your panties and bend over!"
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When she left, closing the door behind her, I felt my blood pressure drop to normal levels. What didn't drop was my erection, or my awareness of that woman. I pictured her hurrying down the hall, rushing to get me a rental car, using her cell phone to call someone to help her. I hadn't been the only one in that room who needed a personal deodorant. What I didn't know was the curse was the cause.
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Less than a half hour later a male orderly arrived to help me checkout. It was as smooth as the Army could make it. The Army takes care of its own, and I would always be welcome. I didn't see the woman, but a top of the line luxury car was waiting for me as I was wheeled to the hospital exit. The keys were in the ignition and a rental agreement was on the front seat. One of those computer maps was evident, and the GPS system had her address programmed into it. I checked the rental agreement, it was in her name. Mary! I was listed as a driver, operating under my insurance and license. I have no idea how she got that information, I assume the hospital had it, or perhaps she had access to my wallet.
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As I started the car, I checked the clock. I had five hours to kill before I was due at her house. I thought about going straight over there, but I was sure she wouldn't be home. I don't mean to imply that I had some sort of ESP connection with her, I didn't. I had just had strongest feeling that she wanted me as much as I wanted her and that the time she'd given me was the earliest she could make herself available. It was all non-verbal, but stronger for that reason. I knew that she was going make me her top priority and the devil take the hindmost. She had wanted to get pregnant before she entered my room, and when she saw me, she decided that I was to be the father.
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Later I wondered why that little fact didn't bother me at the time. I knew I couldn't give her a child. Even if I could, I wasn't the type of man to make a baby and abandon it. I believe that all babies need their fathers living with their mothers. I wasn't the type to lie to a woman or to take advantage of her. Yet, I was acting worse than a penned bull next to whole herd of fresh cows.
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Now, I that I was feeling a little more normal, I tried to decide should make my own flight arrangements. After a small internal debate, I decided I wanted to stay the night in Washington. I had some very good friends here, working at the building of fives. (The Pentagon has five concentric, five sided rings, each, five stories tall.) Those jerks at Homeland Security had classified my presence in Washington as 'secret', so I hadn't seen any of them. I knew I wasn't being fair in my resentment of those agents. I knew that what happened to me wasn't part of the war on terror, but they didn't. I admire the job they're doing to keep us as safe as we are. Still -- I had buddies in town and I wanted to see them.
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I drove out to the Pentagon, showed them my service ID. I'd forgotten that the hospital personnel had attached a small miniature service ribbon to my civilian suit. It was the pale blue one with all the white stars. The sentry checked my ID saw the ribbon and rendered a very snappy salute. It embarrassed me that I couldn't return the honor since I wasn't in uniform. I tried to hide my annoyance when he directed me to VIP parking lot. I'd told the sentry that I didn't want any honors, I was just there to see some buddies, but the halls soon filled with folks being deferentialanyway. My buddies arrived and we went to one of the cafeterias, where I ate too much and practically drownedin bullshit. I felt wonderful. I missed the service, and was almost tempted to try to go back.
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Before I realized it, it was time to fight the traffic to Mary's house. She lived in Georgetown, one of the most posh sections of Washington. When I got there the house was one of the more impressive, and I wondered why I didn't feel in the slightest intimidated. I had money, all I needed, but this house bespoke serious wealth. The kind that gets you listed by Forbes Magazine as one ofrichest in the country. I parked in the driveway, and as I rang the bell, I wondered if there were servants. As I waited a whole host of questions surfaced. Why had the security gate been open? Had this woman worn a wedding ring? Why was she a volunteer at Walter Reed? This kind of money wrote checks; they didn't spend their time taking care of soldiers. Could she be an employee here? It never occurred to me that she might have sent me to the wrong place, just as it never crossed my mind that the solid man who opened the door was anyone other than her husband!
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Our eyes locked and I took the man's measure. I had never believed in the 'Alpha Male' theory, but this man was an Alpha Male's alpha male. He exuded confidence and power. I liked him immediately. I didn't know why his wife was willing to cheat on him... openly! As our eyes locked, I knew something else. He would defer to me. Itook charge. I wondered that his deference didn't make me feel uneasy. I hate wimp husbands. The idea of a man watching me take his wife sickened me. I realized, after a second, that this man would never do that; he'd kill the man who tried to hang horns on him.
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As he looked at the floor and shuffled his feet, I wondered again. An idea flitted through my mind that perhaps he had a problem that even Viagra couldn't fix. He exuded ex-military and I wondered if he'd given more to his country than any country should ask. If that was the case, he was the type of man who wouldn't stand for his wife running around behind his back, he'd meet them at the front door in person. He'd kick their ass if they weren't up to his standards. No, I shook my head, while that image was right, this didn't feel like that sort of situation, and they had a daughter. I couldn't understand what was going on. He didn't want me here, didn't want me to see his wife, but he wasn't going to stand in my way. I then wondered if he'd cheated and this was a condition of her staying with him.
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Whatever it was, I didn't want any part of it. I was just about to offer my excuses and leave when Mary appeared. It happened again. I went into full rut, practically pawing the ground.
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Her husband might as well have been an automatic door opener, except I heard him growl, "Don't make me watch this!"
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Irritated at the distraction, I said, "Go sit quietly in your chair, stay there until I'm done. Don't get out of it except to go to the bathroom."
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I wasn't aware of using my command voice, or what I was saying. I only know because of what happened later and what they told me.
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I saw Mary flash a look at her husband, it was lament not lust. I've never seen a look show such remorse, and regret. I didn't see him leave, but her regret gave me the slimmest margins of control.
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I looked at her closely, and I said, "Did I miss-read you? Did you have another reason for inviting me here?"
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It didn't seem possible for a face to change so quickly.
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She positively beamed, "I didn't think you'd come for me. I was hoping you'd come, but I thought it would be for Kristin, our daughter; she should be ovulating," her face positively radiated, "I did tell you I'm still on the pill; not that it matters."
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I know now that the curse wasn't at full strength yet, or I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from taking her on the floor, right in front of her husband. I would have had no more control than baseball headed for the bleachers. No more control than my father had had with my mother. When the curse completely controlled me, going a week without impregnating a woman would send me into a state similar to the Viking berserkers. Encountering a woman who wanted to have a baby, with me in full rut, and not doing the deed on the spot would be like trying to stop a sneeze once it was started.
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I didn't understand all that at the time; ignorance is not bliss. I think the reference to her daughter drained some of my pressure as well, but I wasn't sure why. With that control came serious confusion. "What do you mean about your daughter?"
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She smiled, "I thought you had turned me down, that it was my daughter that brought you here. She is one of the bridesmaids, but if you want her now, I can go get her for you. By the time I get to the church the service should be over."
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I felt my pulse rate surge, that hollow excitement began in my chest, the one I always got just before the biggest of games or the smallest of combats. Before it overwhelmed me, my voice of reason kicked in. "Are you offering your daughter to me, knowing she might get pregnant? What is this? Some sort of sick game? What kind of slut are you? How old is your daughter? I had visions of some junior high kid. Does she know what her mother has planned for her?"
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It was the second major misjudgment since I stepped through the door. I normally don't make those sorts of mistakes, but I was thinking with the wrong head. It would be months before I learned enough to prevent the curse from leaving behind the havoc I was in the process of creating that night. At the time, I let a mild concern about the willingness of a child to engage in a slut mother's plan lead me into a greater mess. "Just tell me where the wedding is, I'll see if she's -- suitable."
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I'd meant to say 'if she's old enough and willing'; what I said had a very different connotation. I still hadn't gotten with ten feet of Mary, much less touched her. If I had -- I would have left.
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As I left the house, I told her I'd return; her husband never crossed my mind. But then I didn't know that he was virtually chained to his chair, unable even to speak. I'd like to think that I wouldn't have done that to a man I detested; I know I would never have done it to someone I respected. Despite the shortness of our meeting, I respected Mary's husband. I'm pointing this out to show how the curse was influencing me, not just those around me.
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Safely out of sight of Mary, my other head began to do some of my thinking. Mary and her husband obviously wanted me to get her or her daughter pregnant. I tried to come up with a rational explanation of why they'd want that. Seeking to eliminate false modesty, I could see why someone might want a smart war heroto father their child, but that just didn't ring true in this case. Nor could I explain why she and her husband were trying to make me think that I had some sort of power over them... No, I realized that they weren't trying to make it JUST over them, they were trying to convince me that my attraction extended to everyone. I don't believe in things like witch-craft, spells or mind-control, but I wondered if she was using some sort of pheromone to control me. Certainly, I could smell her excitement, but at some instinctive level, I knew that it wasn't something like pheromones.
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With that though, I was so close, I so wish that I'd been able to unravel the clues to the curse as I drove to the wedding. Instead, I reviewed my actions since I'd left Mary the first time. I'd encountered any number of women, and I hadn't noticed that any others seemed anxious to have my baby. If I had only known... the saddest words in the English language.
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I've never crashed a party in my life. Part of that is I can't remember a party I wanted to go to that I hadn't been invited to. It never even occurred to me that I was crashing now. When I got there, the reception had already started. There was a large engagement picture of the happy couple as you signed in. I studied the pair. Their happiness was obvious. The young man looked promising. No, nineteen year old could ever be described as an alpha male type, but the promise was there.
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No doubt influenced by the curse, I decided that instead of trying my 'appeal' on Mary's daughter, I would confirm my lack of 'appeal' by trying to charm the bride. I joined the end of the reception line. When I reached to shake hands with the bride, I tried to project the same desire for her I'd felt for Mary.
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I was embarrassed, but relieved when all that happened was that she gave me a look that said, "You must be one of Steve's people, I'm so glad you're the last one."
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When our hands touched, what she said aloud, was, "I can't tell you how excited I am that you're here. I'm flattered beyond words."
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Giving me a conspiratorial look she added, "Would it be alright if I talk to Steve privately about how we're going to do this and get back to you? I don't want to hurt him, please?"
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The pleading was now as evident on her face as in her voice.
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Startled, I moved to shake hands with the groom. As our eyes locked. I saw that same surge of anger that I'd seen in Mary's husband. This time it was gone much faster, and a pleading expression replaced it.
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He whispered, "Please don't let anyone know. It's my wedding day -- couldn't you wait till we get back?"
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Again, I felt an irrational surge of anger. I'd always encouraged subordinates state their cases vigorously, yet now I was getting furious when an unreasonable act of mine was being challenged!
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I replied in my command voice, but pitched so only he could hear, "Bring her to Mary's house as soon as you can get away."
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As I saw acceptance in his face, my anger evaporated and I added, "You don't have to let anyone know, leave at the normal time."
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The part of me that still wasn't controlled by the curse was aghast that I was telling a groom that I was taking his wife on their wedding night.
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Trying to soften my intolerable action I added, "I'll make it up to you, I promise."
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The relief on his face was so profound I fled before he could embarrassed us both by an inappropriate display of gratitude.
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Those were mistakes in judgment numbers three and four. I've probably been that wrong about that many people before in one day, but I don't remember when. Never have there been the consequences like the one caused my miscalculations.
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Again, once I got out of sight of the bride, I seemed to come to my senses. Realizing that I didn't know Mary's last name, and since she wasn't at the wedding, I figured there was a better than even chance the bride and groom would have no idea where I'd told them to meet me. The further I got from the young couple the more outrageous the whole idea seemed.
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Determined to leave before someone recognized me, and before I could make a bigger asshole of myself, I almost ran over Mary's daughter. She had the same coloring and the same solid good looks. She was older than I'd hoped. A young woman in that age range where guessing was impossible. She could have been as young as sixteen or as old as twenty-seven. I don't know how she spotted me, but she'd blocked my path.
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Standing with arms akimbo she said, "You're Col. Brown aren't you? The man my mother told me about?"
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Once again my system flushed with lust, my hands moved to rip her clothes from her. My body planned to take her right there in the lobby, my hand actually grasped the neckline of her bridesmaid dress before my brain caught up with what I was doing. Using every erg of the iron control I'd been taught at West Point, I forced my hand to my side. So locked had been my eyes with hers, that it took several more seconds to realize that she hadn't been prepared to struggle. In fact as my hand dropped, it appeared she was about to remove her dress on her own.
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I was breathing hard, trying to hold a semblance of control, images of her mother and the bride, naked and draped open in the same bed flashed through my mind. Normally, an image like that would ensurean erection. Curiously, it had the opposite effect. I'd just learned that one way to control what I now call it THE FLUSH is to remember that you have waiting and willing partners. As I struggled for the decorum that I expect of myself, I saw fear creep onto her face.
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In a trembling voice she asked, "Don't you want me? I didn't believe mom when she told me what she'd done. I thought it was some sort of sick practical joke. Then I saw you talking to Edna and I knew. Mom said that if you came, it would mean you wanted me, please don't change your mind now!"
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As I looked in her eyes, I had my next insight into the curse that will control the rest of my life. This young woman also wanted my child. By displaying THE FLUSH as I'd done, it encouraged her. If I didn't at least give her the opportunity to try to get pregnant, it would be worse than an Olympic favorite, prepared to compete watching the event cancelled. No worse than that, far, far worse. It probably would make this bright, cheerful young woman suicidal.
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I understood that, temporarily I had the ability to say no to Kristin, but she would bear a heavy price if I never gave her the opportunity. I marveled at the arrogance of that concept, but I knew that I was right. As much as it bothered my sense of ethics, I knew that I would need to -- Then as if from nowhere, I felt a new concept develop. While the attraction between us was far more powerful than what I'd felt for my wife on our honeymoon, but it might be possible to postpone consummation for a few years.
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I asked, "How old are you Kristin?"
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Her smile was blinding. She knew she'd won. She knew I'd give her the opportunity to have my child and I could see her tension drain.
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Ebullient, she gushed, "I'm 17 but I'll be 18 in less than a month! Mom was only fifteen when she got pregnant with me. We De Mille girls produce good kids young. Tonight would be fine, a monthdoesn't matter!"
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She might not want to wait, but -- I wondered just how old the bride was, if her bridesmaid was only seventeen. It might be another out.
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Looking at her I promised, "I'll come back for you the day after your eighteenth birthday. If you aren't already pregnant or --"
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I paused and tried to think, there was something else that could keep me away, but I quite grasp what it was. I left the sentence incomplete, it didn't matter the promise was made.
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She studied me intently, making sure that I wasn't trying to use a verbal slight of hand, then shocked me by asking, "Did you offer Edna a baby?"
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I nodded, I hadn't known the bride's name, but now, Edna would know where to find me. I hurried to my car, and drove aimlessly for the next couple of hours trying to understand what was happening to me. Doing my best self-analysis, I decided that I could sense when a woman wanted to have a baby, or was at least open to the idea. I knew that when I Flushed I was broadcasting my desire to father that child. What I couldn't figure out is why any woman would respond to such an outrageous arrogance.
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Around midnight I thought I'd managed to regain a measure of sanity, and with a growing sense of horror I headed to Mary's house, still determined to find some way to mitigate the evil I'd set in motion.
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Despite my best intentions as I rang the front bell, I felt THE FLUSH blossom as Kristin opened the door. Seeing her and not one of my two intended, I felt it ebb. Although I didn't understand how, I was grateful to gain some measure of control. Unfortunately as soon as I'd FLUSHED, every one of my plans had been subsumed by my passion; leaving me physically and emotionally drained. Even as that mindlessness receded, I could only remember the barest outline of what I'd intended to do. I remembered planning to send Edna and her husband on their honeymoon, concentrating my lust on Mary. There had been more too it, but I couldn't remember. I did remember rationalizing that since she was already a slut, I would use that to limit the damage at least a bit.
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Entering the foyer, I saw all of them. Mary stood by herself, Edna huddled with her arm locked through her groom's arm. Kristin walked to her mother's side and looked like she also wanted to hold her mother's hand for comfort. As I closed the door behind me, I FLUSHED again. I have no memory of moving but suddenly I had my arms around Mary. As I pulled her to me her scent repulsed me. It was the foulest odor I've encountered in my life. Much worse than the exploded stomachs and putrid odor of rotting corpses, I've encountered after battle. I shoved her from me, a different kind of rage descending upon me.
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"You have sperm in you! When did you get it?"
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I had no idea where that had come from, or why it caused such furious revulsion.
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She was horror struck, her expression pleading for understanding.
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She was near tears as she said, "Please it was five nights ago, my husband -- I didn't know you then. I didn't know it would matter, I'm not pregnant."
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I heard my voice growl, "Sperm can live for six days inside you. I will not be polluted by another!"
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That sounded true, incredibly stilted, and arrogant, but true. However, it wasn't a piece of information I'd ever remembered reading, and I certainly wouldn't have bet a plugged nickel on its validity. Some tiny portion of my rational brain filed away the datum that any woman who had living sperm inside her was safe from The Curse. Although as Mary proved, that woman wasn't safe from her attraction to me.
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As a waves of fatigue engulfed me, I learned something else about the curse. I didn't know what happened to me when I broadcast my desire, but it physically drained me. I was almost as tired as I'd been that first time in the hospital. My brain was so leaden; I was near the hallucinations stage. I'm not trying to excuse what I did next, but I'm trying to explain. I crossed to Edna and smelled her. She smelled like honeysuckle and Jasmine, but I knew she wasn't wearing perfume. She was sweet and ready for me. I wasn't ready for her.
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"I'm going to have Kristin help me to the guest room. I need to rest, take a nap. When I'm ready, I'll call for Edna to join me," turning to the bride, I added,"While I'm sleeping show hubby you love him... nothing that could contaminate you. He can suckle you, kiss you, but don't do anything that might let a single sperm come in contact with you-- from anyone!"
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I saw the stricken face of her husband, remembered my promise and said to him, "Use Mary when you want Edna. She's a slut; it won't matter. Cum in her, it'll take the pressure off, she'll do anything you want."
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I turned to Mary and said, "You will take care of all of his sexual needs until he can make love to his wife. Make him very happy. It's your audition for me. If he isn't ecstatic, I won't be back for you... or for Kristin. I want you leaking from all three places. It's the least I can do."
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"Now," I said in my command voice, making sure I had everyone's full attention, "all of you go watch dirty movies, have sex, whatever until I send for Edna."
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I didn't know what I was saying, I was babbling, I just wanted them to relax until I called for Edna. I wanted Edna and her groom to be able to enjoy each other to the extent they could. I never thought that Mary would do anything with him before I woke up, I assumed they would retire to one of the bedrooms after Edna came to me. It also never occurred to me that they were going to the TV in the den. Going to the den where Mary's husband was stuck in his chair. I wouldn't have done that to him. I certainly didn't intend to make Kristin or her father watch Mary... do what she did.
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When I was a second lieutenant, my squad was cut off and in continuous contact with the enemy for thirty-six hours. That's the only time I ever remember having more difficulty thinking. I never considered that the groom might not want to have sex on his wedding night with someone else. I will never forgive myself for ordering him to make love to another in front of his bride. I certainly understand why she hates me now. I don't understand why she still came up to me when I called for her.
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As Ilay on their guest bed I dreamed, and I begin to learn. The curse was worse than my most terrifying nightmare. I was THE Alpha Male! I wasn't even subject to challenge. My children would be the pinnacle of human evolution. That fact was somehow communicated when I felt 'the flush.' Most women would be drawn to me at a sub-conscious biological level, desperate to have my child. Most important, they would love and raise my child as their own. Sounds like some adolescent boy's wet dream doesn't it. It's a horrible curse!
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The curse is that it is ONLY biological. The curse doesn't make the women like me, or desire me. They want my sperm, some are willing to literally crawl on bare hands and knees over broken glass to get it. But, once they've got it, and are pregnant, they aren't in the least hesitant to let their true feelings erupt. The same is true of the men. They won't try to hinder me, or try to kill me later. They will just consider me as fondly as they would someone who had used drugs on their loved one to get her pregnant! That woman will get pregnant. The only thing 'magical' effect of the curse was that any fertile woman I slept with, will have my child. It won't matter if she were ovulating at the time or not. It wouldn't matter if she were on the pill or not. That was a universal response to my unique DNA. It causes ovulation, almost like some sort of fertility drug.
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That same DNA causes other responses; all my children will hate me. I don't mean the normal child/teenager friction, I mean we can't live in the same house, even newborns. This response is transmitted through the placenta to the mother. So, even if the mother and I married for love she'll hate me while she's pregnant. Were I to marry, my wife and I could have a loving day once every nine months, tops.
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Then there's another little part of the problem. Should I encounter a woman who is trying, or even has just decided to have a baby, I will sense it and I will respond like a sex starved sailor given the privilege of the harem. My only defense to the urge is if I either have a previous engagement, or I've created a child in the last few days. Because both Mary and Edna had decided to become pregnant, and I hadn't had sex since my divorce, neither they or I had a chance.
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Last but certainly not least, should I get a healthy non-virgin pregnant, she will have a girl. All of my daughters will be barren, and will hate me. My sons are worse; their DNA will induce a rage if they ever encounter me, and they'll try to kill me. I think it has to do that in order to produce a son, my sperm must pass through the woman's blood, for example an intact virgin. Female blood destroys the 'female' type sperm.
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It's all biological, geared to the survival of the child, and the benefit of the human race. Each year hundreds of millions of children are born. By any criteria you chose to use, my thirty or forty children will be the top thirty or forty born that year. That's good for the species. Yet there's no danger that a 'super species' will evolve because they're sterile.
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The child's DNA level distaste for me, that is transmitted by the fetus to the mother helps rebuild the bond to her real mate. The child, even as a newborn will be a daddy's girl, or boy in the extreme. Which also helps bond the family to give the child the support it needs from a 'Daddy', that's only aided by the child's extreme antipathy for me.
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It all makes perfect sense biologically, but it dooms me to a life with no companions, male or female. I'm driven to have children, to want the very best for them, to attempt to make sure that they have everything they need. I yearn to be a 'Daddy' yet I can have no part in raising them. Could there ever been a man more cursed?
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When I awoke, I had two overwhelming needs, the first was to procreate, the second was to find out if my dream was true... and if it was, some way to fix it.
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Mrs. Mary De Mille:
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It is extremely painful to remember what happen that night in our den. I've always thought of myself as a moral woman. I've had my lapses, I'm thirty-four and my daughter is almost eighteen. Still, despite all the problems, my husband and I have been happily married for eighteen years. I'm not sure that our marriage will survive to our nineteenth anniversary. I desperately wanted another baby; I just never thought that I'd ever be an unwed mother …
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I had known my husband all my life, but he didn't know I existed until I seduced him when I was sixteen and he was twenty-two. We both lived in River Oaks, one of the wealthier sections of
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He came back to Houston Christmas looking like a modern day cavalier in his Army dress mess uniform but I managed to catch his attention at one of the Christmas parties. (I had what they are now calling a costume malfunction, back then we called it flashing.) I'd just turned sixteen, and was already a junior at The Kinkaid. (I'd skipped fourth grade.) I told him I was a freshman at A&M and he never found out any different until I discovered I might be pregnant three weeks later. I know he didn't want to marry me, but I made it work. He was my sun and my moon, and by any standard, we had a very happy marriage.
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The only problem was that since I'd had Kristin so very young, I had trouble getting pregnant when we decided to try again just before my thirtieth birthday. What followed were four years of frustration and tests. Finally, I had micro-surgery to repair some problems with my plumbing, only to begin having wildly erratic menstrual cycles. The doctors recommend that I go on the pill for three months to see if I could get them regulated. When I met Col. Brown, I was on my third month.
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I've tried several times to explain my attraction to Col. Brown, and I can't. I know that I love my husband, I would never do anything to hurt him, I'd never dreamed of being unfaithful, but it was like I was Cinderella and Col. Brown was the prince. Saying no simply wasn't an option.
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I'd done everything I could to raise Kristin to understand the dangers of getting pregnant before she married, but when I came home from the hospital, I told her that she had the most wonderful opportunity. She was scandalized by what I was saying, but then she hadn't met him. When I told Rodger, my husband, he thought I was playing an elaborate practical joke. He had attended several military soirées where Col. Brown was a guest of honor, and knew his history. He admired him immensely, although they'd never been introduced. My husband isn't easily impressed; he's built the family business to a size where he has personal meetings with Presidents, Princes and Potentates. Generally, they end up marching to his drum. When Col. Brown walked through our front door Rodger looked like he'd been pole axed.
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I wasn't surprised when Rodger agreed to leave the room after Col. Brown arrived at our house. We Americans have the idea that all men are equal, and they should be as far as rights and the law is concerned, but Col. Brown has no equal. I spoke with Dr. Dickson at Walter Reed. I've heard her theory that out of all the billions of males on the planet somehow he is the #1 male by any measure, by orders of magnitude. I don't understand all that, I just know that I was bowled over by just meeting him.
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When I asked Rodger about it later he said, "I had always believed that if I couldn't win a fight, I could hurt the other guy enough that he'd back off. That whatever he won, wouldn't be worth the cost I'd force him to pay to win. I'd make sure the other guy knew fighting me would, at best be a Pyrrhic victory. When Col. Brown walked in, I knew I couldn't win, and my best shot wouldn't faze him. What was worse, since I'd seen him in person several times I wasn't prepared for the force of his personality one-on-one. He was just overwhelming. I would have gone after any other many with knives, guns or brass knuckles, with him, I was almost ready to give support him. I was actually grateful that he wasn't going to make me watch what I was willing to allow."
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I was grateful Col. Brown sent Rodger away too. I was acting like a preteen around a rock star, and I didn't want my husband to see that. When Col. Brown left to get Kristin, I went upstairs to get ready. I still wasn't positive he was going to be willing to get me pregnant, but I wanted to be prepared. First, I showered, and I took my time washing. In fact, I was so careful washing my twat that it almost constituted masturbation. I didn't think that Col. Brown would go down on me, but I'd been smelling myself ever since I'd met him, and I wanted to be fresh. I then took a long soak in a bubble bath using scented oils. I shaved my legs and under my arms. For the first time, I was tempted to shave my twat. Roger had asked me to do that once, but I had resisted. I had a horror of being in a car accident and having someone else see me that way, and yes my mother always insisted that I have clean underwear on before I left the house. I actually had the razor poised when I decided that I didn't want Rodger to know that I'd done that for someone else when I wouldn't do it for him.
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After my bath, I redid my make-up and hair. Then I had to decide what to wear. I have a few
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Finally, I decided on a jacket and trouser outfit by Bernard Zins. The trousers were loden green with full leg and a regular raise waist. They didn't have pockets and I thought they showed that I wasn't carrying any extra weight. I chose an almost black Dana Buchman pullover blouse that make it clear that I wasn't wearing a bra, and would allow easy access to my very average boobs. The jacket was a black and white tweed with a notched collar and three buttons. The jacket would let me cover what the blouse showed if Col. Brown was only interested in Kristen. I didn't own a thong. In the past if I didn't want to show a panty line I would normally wear pantyhose. Tonight was not a night for pantyhose. Feeling a bit guilty, I borrowed one of Kristin's thongs. When I finished dressing I thought I looked as good as I could for someone my age. I added some aquamarine and diamond earrings, a wide gold bracelet and almost added a necklace and broach before I remembered that it might get in the way. I finished the package with few drops of Sabi Parfum to make me irresistible.
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My timing was almost perfect; I had just gone into the guest bedroom to turn down the sheets when I heard Kristin arrive. I called her to help me and we lit some incense sticks and a few candles. I wasn't actually that big on incense or candles, but I had a horror that Col. Brown might make our baby in our marriage bed and the incense and candles would be a good excuse. I didn't want to share that bed with anyone else. I know that sounds irrational, but somehow I was able to separate getting pregnant from lovemaking and from my marriage. I was doing my best to seduce the man, but I knew that after I was pregnant, I'd only want my husband.
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We'd just finished when Edna and Johnny arrived. Edna looked radiant, as all brides look, but I think the idea of creating a new life with Col. Brown gave her a special glow. Johnny didn't look happy, but that was certainly understandable.  It was horrible timing, but that was just the way things worked out sometimes. I was trying not to be discouraged by her. I had no doubt that Col. Brown could get two women pregnant in one night, but would he want to? Kristin had already told me that he wasn't going to be with her tonight, but what about me? I would be honored to have Edna use our house, but I didn't want to be overlooked.
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I knew about men's fantasy of having two women at the same time, and I was determined that if that was the only way I could get what I wanted I would be the third wheel. I was trying to visualize what that would entail when the doorbell rang. Kristin rushed to open it and I stood there in the foyer as he walked in.
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I know that many women have fantasies about working in a brothel, I never have. The idea of walking out with my "sisters" to stand in front of a customer hoping to be picked is nightmarish. Yet that is exactly how I felt as he entered the foyer and closed the door behind him. Kristin walked over and stood by me I knew she wanted to take my hand. I on the other hand, was trying not to do a hip thrust while pushing out my breasts. I was wishing I'd worn my wonder bra, or something more daring than the thousand-dollar outfit I had on.
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Col. Brown looked at us and he shuddered with need. I was standing there with two other women and suddenly I felt like the most desired woman in history. My need for him hit me with a force I couldn't comprehend. Being wanted has always turned me on, but I've never felt this needed in my life. It seemed a life or death matter, and I knew that while this man could have any woman in the world, it was me that he needed, desired. I felt my twat swell with moisture and my nipples pushed against the silk of my blouse. I walked to him and I turned to jelly as I felt his arms encircle me.
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Just as my nipples made contact with his shirt, he thrust me away and looked disgusted. He looked at me like you might look at a strange dog's poop on your sidewalk. He yelled about having sperm in me and I wanted to deny it, but Rodger and I had made love on Tuesday night. I was horrible embarrassed to admit that, but mortified to discover that it meant he wasn't going to give me a child. When he talked about six days, I was determined to douche in the wild hope that I might be 'clean' by tomorrow before he left.
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I was so focused on that that I almost missed what he said next. He called me a slut, something that I'd never been called, even when I was pregnant at sixteen. Then he was telling me that I had to audition with Johnny! I was so mortified that it wasn't until after he left that the other shoe dropped for me. I was going to have to 'audition' in the den. The den where Rodger was watching TV!
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The others began moving towards the den, but I stood there in shock. Realizing that I needed to talk to Rodger before they arrived I asked if they knew where we could find one of the dirty movies we'd been instructed to watch. Edna said she had a DVD in her suitcase that she'd been given as a gag gift. Johnny volunteered to go get it.
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I begged Kristin and Edna to give me a few minutes with Rodger alone before they joined us. Then I hustled to see if I could get my husband to go to the library while we used the TV room.
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When I entered I saw him staring, eyes fixed on the Fox News Network. I was afraid that he might look diminished after Col. Brown, but he didn't. He was the same strong man I'd married.
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 I came over and knelt down beside his chair and said, "Honey, do you think you could go into the library for a little while."
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I paused trying to think of a way to explain what was happening and he answered in a whisper, "I've been ordered to stay here and be quiet, I won't leave unless he changes those orders. Surly there are enough rooms for you to use without coming in here. Is he going to give Kristin a baby too?"
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I felt an invisible hand clutch my heart, "No, he's going to wait until she's eighteen."
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I paused and I felt him relax a bit.
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Then he said, "He's a good man, but I almost wish he wouldn't wait, I'd like to see both babies born around the same time. I appreciate him not taking you in our bedroom, when he comes in, I'm sure he'll let me go to bed. I'll ask if I can take my eighteen year old Glenfiddich Scotch with me."
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He looked at me intently, his eyes burning holes into my brain, I hadn't been this scared or upset since that morning I'd sat on the commode about to learn I was pregnant.
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I wanted to cry at the pain I saw in his face, but his voice was even when he continued, "Mary, I'm going to get so drunk that I won't remember a thing that happened after I got home. I know I get amorous when I get drunk, so if I do anything to you tonight, I want you to forgive me if I don't remember it."
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I could feel the tears rolling down my cheek, I tried twice to form words but my throat wouldn't work. I couldn't meet his eyes any more and I looked away.
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"I'm not going to be leaving this room tonight either. I, uh, I'm not presentable right now for him. I … uh …" I broke down crying and Rodger picked me with his incredible strength and set me gently onto his lap.
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Wrapping his arms around me he said gently, "Is it something we can fix? Will he come back for you?"
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I nodded my head still unable to speak. Rodger voice showed relief, "I've got to say I'm glad he's not going to be with you tonight. I'll make it a point to travel a lot in the next couple of months that'll make it a lot easier on me too. I don't want to know when it's going to happen, it'll be easier if I can pretend it never happened."
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My heart was breaking and my soft sobs turned to horrible wracking boohoos, great gasping things that would have been melodramatic if my pain had been any less.
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"Rodger," I managed at last gaining a small measure of control, "He's going to give Edna a baby. He feels terrible about doing that to Johnny on his wedding night, and so he's given me to Johnny, in here! He thinks I'm a slut!"
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I felt every muscle in Rodger's body tighten, and I heard a growl of pain and fury deep in his chest. I felt his body prepare to bound from his easy chair and I automatically rolled out of it so he could. He began to hyperventilate as he struggled to rise. I threw myself to my knees beside his chair. I took his right hand in mine and bathed it in my tears.
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"Please don't Rodger, I don't want to lose you."
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I managed to mumble my chest heaving as I cried. I couldn't stand for him to blame himself for his inability to act.
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I knew every fiber of his being wanted to challenge Col. Brown and we both knew that would be fruitless. It would only humiliate him more than what was already happening It wasn't until much later when we realized that had he challenged Col Brown, he would have cancelled his orders.
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I've often used the phrase, "I'd give my right arm..." At that moment, I would not have suffered a severed limb. However, I literally would rather have been horse whipped that what Col. Brown was forcing me to do. Yet, I didn't have the will even to oppose him, to ask him to relent. I didn't know if my willingness to do this was based on my desire for a child by him, a grandchild by him or simply because he'd ordered me to do this horrible thing in front of my husband. I knew I no desire to ever 'be' with anyone but Rodger sexually, yet whatever the source of my motivation to follow Col. Brown's orders it was stronger than my will, and best intentions. I would hate every second, but I would do it.
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I'd like to think that I might have found some way to succeed in my struggle to oppose what Col. Brown had ordered, but at that moment Kristin, Edna and Johnny came into the room. Carefully ignoring Rodger and me, the newly weds sat on the couch between the two easy chairs in our home theater room. I went to the bathroom and tried to repair my make-up while Kristin got everything set up to play the DVD.
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My tears under control, but my make-up hopeless, I went to my recliner to the left of the couch, carefully not looking at the three on the couch or Rodger in his recliner on the other side. The "movie" started and it was as bad as you might expect. It was triple X and thankfully the dialogue was skimpy at best. It mostly consisted of a couple trying to see just how many positions they could try out. As a honeymoon gag it was perfect, as something to watch in that situation it was horrible.
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I couldn't help but see, out of the corner of my eye, that Edna and Johnny were getting into it. His hands were roaming, but carefully above the waist. She had opened her blouse and unhooked her bra. Even doing my best not to watch, it was far more erotic than what was on our wide screen.
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Even if I hadn't been able to see it, no one could miss the sounds as he began to suckle her. I heard him ask if she could cum from what he was doing and she shook her head. I couldn't hear what he whispered but she shook her head again.
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There was more discussion and I heard him say, "Please I want you to cum for me before you go to him."
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The sounds of his suckling started again and Edna added new sounds of her own passion. I glanced over and saw that she was using her own hand to stimulate herself through her pants. I turned to watch, not because of any voyeuristic desire, but because I knew it would be seconds before I was take her place. She shuddered and pushed Johnny away. I was almost certain she hadn't had an orgasm, but she wanted to get away from Johnny before there was any danger he might have one. She couldn’t take any chances that a premature release might contaminate her with his sperm.
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She shot me a look of pain, then a silent plea that I wasn't sure I understood. I knew she didn't want me to be with Johnny, but I think she wanted him to be so occupied that he wouldn't think about what she was doing upstairs. I tried to convey in my smile that while I was going to do this, I had no desire for her husband.
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Aloud I said, "Edna, I think that perhaps you might be more comfortable waiting in my chair, why don't we switch places?"
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I didn't have to look at Rodger to see the tears on his cheeks. I had never seen Rodger cry and it was like a knife twisting in my guts rolling my intestines into knots. He was carefully centering his entire attention on the TV, but when I lowered my footrest to get out of my recliner, I saw him squeeze his eyes shut.
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Edna had been sitting in the middle of the couch next to Kristin. I couldn’t do that and motioned for Johnny to move over letting me sit next to what was now Kristin's chair. He reached over, squeezed Kristin's hand and made a space for me to sit next to him.
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I was only thirty-four, but Johnny had been coming over to our house since he was in pre-school. Edna and Kristin had been friends and soccer teammates forever. Edna and Johnny were only a year ahead of Kristin in school, and despite what I'd just seen, I couldn't think of him as anything other than the little kid I'd made jelly sandwiches. I couldn't believe that I was sitting down next to him to be a wife substitute.
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It wasn't until that second that I remembered that Col. Brown had said he wanted me, "leaking from all three places," or he wouldn't be back for me or for Kristin. I do oral for Rodger all the time. I've never let him come in my mouth, and I don't do deep throat. I tried once but I ended up throwing up. Still, as long as he doesn't force it too deep, I enjoy it. I like the way it gets him excited. My girlfriends think it's odd that I don't like him to go down on me. I'm so sensitive down there that his tongue tickles me, and I'm so scared I might pee on him; it makes me a nervous wreck.
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Now, I was going to have to let Johnny cum in my mouth, and something I've never done with Rodger--- anal! I did let him try once, but it hurt me so much, even before he got it in that he stopped without my asking. I was so grateful, his concern for my feelings is one of the things I love about him. Now I was going to have to accept that pain from Johnny. What's more I was going to have to do it with my husband in the same room. Somehow, I was going to have to find a way to keep from showing that pain or it would kill Rodger, or he'd kill Johnny!
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We sat on the couch for several minutes watching the DVD. The machine was set to repeat, but was so monotonous that I wasn't sure if it had yet. Johnny's hands were in his lap and mine were in mine. I was so upset just thinking about what I had to do, that I was almost trembling. Because I was distracted, it took me several minutes to realized that Johnny was trying to edge away from me, our hips weren't touching anymore.
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I'm almost never an aggressor with Rodger. I don't have to be. Frankly, I love the feeling of being wanted and I always respond to it. I took a deep breath, and shifted, trying not to let Kristin see what I was doing. There was no way I could make mad unrestrained sex, much less wild if unwanted adultery, with my daughter sitting on the same couch with me.
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"Kristin, do you think that you could bring your father that special bottle of Scotch from the bar? The one in the round tube, and while you're up would you bring me a light blanket? I'm afraid I'm a little cold. And, uh, you might want to bring yourself a cushion, I'm feeling a bit tired and I might stretch out here on the couch."
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It was the thinnest fiction, but it was the best I could do. I'd never seen Rodger drink to get drunk, but I hoped it wouldn't take him long. I decided we'd wait until he passed out, and Edna left. Even if Kristin was still in the same room, I could use the blanket to hide what I was doing from her. As she left, I switched sides, so I could turn my back to Rodger when the expected began.
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What I didn't expect was for Johnny to lean over a whisper him my ear, "Mrs. D, I hate what I'm going to do. I don't ever want another woman except Edna, but he told me I have to use you when I want Edna, that I have to cum in you. This is making me sick at my stomach, especially in to do it front of Mr. D and Edna but I don't have a choice." He made a sound that was half a choke and half a sob, "Him wanting Edna makes me kind of proud in a strange way, and we wanted children right away. It's why we were getting married so young; with our trust funds, it's not like we have to wait until I can earn a living. I'm sorry as hell about our wedding night, and I resent that he made me come here with her, but this … with you, is sick; it's like doing it with my mom."
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I understood exactly what he was saying, and would have told him so if I wasn't holding my tongue between my teeth to avoid making a sound. As soon as he'd moved to whisper in my ear, his hand had moved to cup my right breast. When he finished talking, he moved down to kiss my neck. At the touch of his lips I jumped so hard I almost bit my tongue off. I was as rigid as a board, and I felt like if I moved I'd shatter, shooting splinters all over the room. I turned my head fractionally and I could see the muscles in Rodger’s jaw clench and unclench.
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My right hand flew to cover my mouth, like a little girl who accidentally said a bad word. Although Rodger was staring straight ahead, I know he was watching. His lips began to move and I knew he was cursing under his breath. He'd been told to be quiet and he was following orders, but he was scaring me. Johnny began to fondle my breast and my nipple. Because of the coolness of the room that nipple was already hard. I couldn't bear the thought that Rodger might think I was responding to Johnny. Johnny was trying to be sexy, but while he wasn't hurting me, it felt like the technician positioning me for my last mammogram. He kissed my neck, right below my ear, a place I've hated to be kissed since a boy, whose name I've mercifully forgotten, licked me there in the sixth grade. At that time I'd run screaming to the teacher for a towel to wipe off the germs. With Johnny, it made my skin crawl and I wanted to turn and bite his head off.
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I took a deep mental breath. This wasn't going to work, I not only had to get very intimate, I had to do a good job. Johnny was enough of a gentleman that he'd no doubt be very complimentary of my "performance" even if I acted like a dead log. However, I knew right down to my bones that he would be honest, to a fault, when he answered questions by Col. Brown, no matter what its effect on Kristin and me. I'd never been good at faking passion; Rodger was so good I didn't have to. He could still make me wet just by locking eyes and cocking an eyebrow wickedly.
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I suddenly had a horrible image of what my future would be like if I were to go through with all this only to have Col. Brown use my lack of enthusiasm as a reason not to give Kristin and me a baby! The thought didn't do a thing for my passion but it did wonders for my motivation. Rodger could only forgive what I was doing if we won in the end. I glanced at him again, and he was the picture of a man absorbed in a TV show – except for those muscles clenching and un-clenching in his jaw. I used my right hand to adjust my jacket to shield what Johnny was doing to my breast. It was the smallest of fig leaves, but it let me pretend that Rodger didn't see. I bit my lower lip and tried to enjoy the mauling of my boob.
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It only took a second to realize that would never work. As soon as I opened my jacket, Johnny began jiggling my boob like it molded Jell-O. I pressed my jacket into his hand, forcing him to stop playing with me like the kid he was. His response was to pinch my nipple, something else that I hate. They are so sensitive I can barely stand to have Rodger lick them. I love the feeling when he takes in a mouthful of me and that sort of hard contact, but pinching them is just painful, not sexy. I couldn't contain a small yelp and I saw Rodger whip his head around, his eyes boring holes into Johnny. He didn't say anything, he just stared hard, his eyes narrowing, his lips thinning.
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I didn't have to hear him say the words, 'That's my woman you're manhandling and if you hurt her you'll answer to me,' to get the message loud and clear.
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I felt Johnny tense and I heard him swallow hard. I had to grab his hand to keep him from moving it off my breast.
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When I did, I saw Rodger nod curtly to Johnny turn back and resume his fascination with the second or third showing of the very short porn DVD. Johnny acknowledging that I wasn't a toy, unceremoniously and a bit defiantly moved his hand from my breast to my legs. I had them crossed but he jammed his hand between them a few inches below my crotch. The last thing I needed was for Johnny to take out his anger at Rodger's rebuke on me. I was determined that we would never see Johnny or Edna after this night, but I couldn't afford for the two men to erupt into open warfare.
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As Johnny pushed harder I uncrossed my legs and allowed his hand to shoot up and cup my mound. He was gouging me, and it was very uncomfortable. I felt my face turn scarlet as something in Johnny's body language let me know Rodger was watching Johnny's hand touch me where no one but Rodger had ever touched me. I'm not sure what I would have done if Kristin hadn't finally gotten back with Rodger's Scotch and a light blanket for me. She hadn't brought a cushion for herself, instead she had a small pillow and second light blanket. She wrapped herself up, turned her back to us and pretended to be trying to go to sleep. For the first time since Johnny had touched me, I looked over at Edna. She had tears streaming down her face and mouthed, "Sorry," when she saw me looking at her.
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Johnny had his back to her but some reaction from me must have let him know what Edna was doing. He turned and looked at her.
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She whispered, "Not like that Johnny, Mrs. D doesn't deserve that, don't make it harder on her. You understand what I need to do, I understand what you need to do, and what she has to do for Kristin. It's not her fault."
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Johnny actually blushed, the pressure on my twat stopped being hostile. Twisting so I had my back to my husband I covered us both in the blanket then I pulled him to me and gave him the best kiss I had. I let my tongue slip between his lips and tenderly explored his mouth. When his tongue responded I did my best to caress it.  Steeling my nerve, I moved my right hand down to his crotch and I felt his erection. He broke our kiss and gave me the funniest expression. It took me several seconds to understand. I realized that Col. Brown had said I was a slut, and Johnny was afraid he didn't 'measure up.'
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I leaned into him, pressed my mouth to his ear and whispered so that only he could hear, "It's very nice, I'm going to enjoy my time with this."
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I gave it a gentle squeeze.
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I felt him relax. Johnny had no way of knowing that this was only the second penis I had ever taken into my hand. It was a little smaller than my husband’s, but I had no idea if it was nice or not.
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I whispered, "Johnny, I'm not a slut, I never have been; you'll be my second. I would never do this except for Col. Brown, but it is going to happen so let's just make the best of it."
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I felt him relax a little more, and his finger caressed my slit through my designer slacks. Now, his touch was different … firm but gentle. I sighed very softly, I wasn't being turned on yet, but at least he'd stopped turning me off. I sensed motion behind me and twisted just enough to see my husband take another long swig from his bottle. He wasn't chugging it, quite, but it was a heck of a way to treat two-hundred dollar a bottle Scotch.
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Johnny snaked his other arm around behind me, pulling me to him. I felt his hand move under my blouse and cup the same breast he'd mauled earlier. This touch was also different, he was taking my measure as a woman. His hand was warm and his touch was sure. His eyes met mine and they let me know that he liked what I had. That knowledge sent a small shiver to the center of my sex. We kissed again, and I remembered seeing a fire starting demonstration with flint and steel as a young girl scout. The leader hadn't created a single spark but a whole shower of hot embers. Deep inside I felt the first glow of an ember; this young man, barely past the age of scouting might get an indecent fire going yet.
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Johnny lifted my blouse and ducked his head to take my breast into his mouth. His lips were warm and as his tongue probed my nipples; I was struck by how different it felt from when Rodger suckled me. I ran my fingers through his hair drawing him to me, and I couldn't help but think that he was young enough that I might have nursed him as an infant. That thought was as effective as a bucket of cold water on the sexual flames I'd been trying to build. I squeezed his penis through his pants. There could be no more effective reminder that the mouth at my breast wasn't an infant's, but it didn't help.
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Touching the skin of Rodger's cock was always a turn on for me. Feeling the heat of it in my hand always ignited my fires. Summoning my courage, I unzipped him. At first I tried to do it slowly so as not to make noise. However, as each tooth unsnapped it sounded like a
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I felt like Eve in the Garden of Eden, my eyes were suddenly opened. This cock was going be inside me. It was going to be a part of me and my vagina cringed at the thought. I almost gagged and my anus puckered as I remembered again where else this cock was going in a few minutes. Tears filled my eyes and ran down my cheek, and I knew that I would not be able to summon true passion. I would do my mechanical best, but I didn't want this thing inside me, and I certainly didn't want what came out of it. I just wanted this whole day to be over.
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Johnny was searching for the zipper to my slacks, so I released his cock and reached behind me to unsnap and unzip. It was a little difficult to do one handed, but I managed. I never thought about what Rodger was seeing as my pants opened. I did however, look into Edna's eyes and her tears matched my own. I couldn't stand to face her and I twisted, pulling Johnny with me so I faced the TV again.
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Johnny's hand slipped into my opened pants. I felt it glide over my pubic hair and I opened my legs to allow him to touch my most private of places. I managed to keep the blanket pulled about my neck, as I felt Johnny's finger find my opening. I didn't realize that the blanket was resting on top of his hand, that Rodger could see every motion as Johnny fingered me. Johnny's head was covered but the outline was clearly over my breast and blanket didn't cover the wet sounds of his mouth.
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Unaware of the spectacle I was providing, I opened my legs further to give him room. I wasn't completely dry, but if it had been Rodger's finger I would have asked him to wet it. But if it had been Rodger's finger, there would have been no need to ask him to use his saliva. Using what moisture I had, Johnny twirled my clit and it wasn't quite painful. I pressed my hand on his to show him I wanted him to finger me more, to get me wetter before he tried to stimulate me that way.
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As he pushed into me again, I grabbed his cock and I tried to think of times when I'd been especially turned on. The finger inside me pinched that sensitive skin, and my mind snapped back to the first time Rodger and I … I started to say made love, but the fact is that we fucked like rabbits. We'd gone down to
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It was only after we were finished that I realized that I'd bled like a stuck pig. Rodger was so apologetic and embarrassed. We had to get cleaning fluid to keep the couch from staining. We used a towel the next time, but it wasn't needed. Kristin was conceived that first time. The rest of the time Rodger used condoms but it was a case of closing the barn door after the horses were out … hmmm that is a strange backwards metaphor, but remembering the episode had gotten me wet and Johnny's finger now circling my clit felt almost good.
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Being careful to keep the blanket over me, I shifted and lifted to get my slacks and my thong off. Again, I never thought about what the image of those clothes on the floor looked like to our respective mates.
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While I was taking mine off, Johnny unbuckled and unbuttoned then pushed his pants and boxers down to uncover what I needed. I crawled over him and grasped his cock. He was wetter than I, and I used that moisture to get my slit wet. Looking over the top of his head, I positioned his little head at my opening. I didn't want to see his face, and I certainly didn't want to see any of the other people in the room. I pushed down, feeling my vaginal lips separate as he began to enter me. As his head pushed into my intimate passage, I felt my walls expand, and my skin pinch. I was still dry, and this was more painful than losing my virginity. I concentrated on my memories as I bobbed trying to use his moisture to wet me. I pulled back fractionally, then pushed down on him so I could get more of his unwanted cock into me. After a dozen painful little jabs, when he was about half way in, my own juice finally released. I've always been what Rodger calls a juicer, and now I needed every drop.
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It seemed an eternity later when my bottom rested on his legs, I got no clitoral stimulation in this position, and I was going to have to do all the work to make him cum. Still, I could use the springs in the couch to help me bounce on him when he got close. I lifted my blouse and offered my breasts to him. He cupped my right and took my left into his mouth. I pulled his head to me as I took long strokes almost pulling off him before I would push all the way down to his legs. The third or fourth time I did that, I clearly heard the slapping sound of my bottom on his legs and I was too embarrassed to continue.
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I gritted my teeth; I hated the feeling of him inside me, but the only way to get him out was to give him the pleasure of my body. Yet I refused to let my husband hear the wet sounds of our joining and think that I was getting any pleasure from this. With all of him inside me, I began to rotate my pelvis in the classic fuck motion, but I wasn't sure I was giving him enough stimulation to cum. Certainly, it wasn't doing a thing for me. His hand and mouth on my boobs felt nice but his cock might just as well have been a turd inside me.
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It was at that moment that I had a visual image of what I was doing. I had another man inside me, I was rutting like a bitch in heat and both our mates were less than six feet away. I also remembered for the first time that my daughter was hearing everything too. I stopped moving my hands covering my face in shame. As I stopped, I became aware for the first time that Johnny was thrusting up into me, or perhaps he started when I stopped. His movements were frantic and almost before I understood what was happening I felt the first spurts of his orgasm.
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I'll never know where the impulse came from, but I literally hopped off him and the couch. I fell to my knees and showing more coordination than I'd ever shown in my whole life, I got my mouth around his cock in time for the last spurt to land on my tongue. I used my teeth to scrap it onto my lips before I wiped it off with a tissue. I used the same tissue to clean the leakage between my legs.
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By the time I'd finished my brain had caught up with what I was doing and I whispered very softly so Rodger couldn’t hear, " Col. Brown was just using a euphuism with his ‘leaking’ comment, an extremely crude way to say that I was totally available to you. What just came to me was that while I have to fulfill the letter of his orders, I don’t have to do it literally. Johnny, I understand that I need to have you cum in all three places in me, but that doesn't mean that we have to do this three times. Or that somehow I have to hold your sperm in my mouth.
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His eyes got big and for the first time a wry grin split his face, speaking in a normal voice he said, "No, and while he told me I had to use you, there's no reason that what the junk  has to be mine!"
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That hit me like a thunderbolt. I'd only been worried that it wouldn't be possible to get Johnny to three orgasms in the time that we had available. I couldn't look at Rodger; I had just acknowledged that I had another man's semen coming out of my mouth and vagina. I still needed to have anal sex to fulfill my command but unless Rodger took the initiative, I would never have the courage to approach him. I know how irrational that sounds, but it wasn’t a rational time. My husband will help me to an orgasm with his fingers if I don’t come while he’s inside me, but he’s always very careful not to finger me when I’m ‘messy.’ Now I was messy from another man. I didn’t want to have anal sex with Johnny, and I had to have anal sex. As ridiculous as it sounds I couldn’t ask Rodger to take me that way, because I was too embarrassed and I was afraid I would gross him out.
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"Mary, I'm a little chilly, would you mind sharing your blanket? You could sit in my lap if you'd like."
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His voice was carefully neutral and it showed only a hint of the scotch he'd consumed.
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My heart felt like the weight of the world had been lifted.
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"I need to go to the bathroom, but I'll be right back."
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I wrapped the blanket around me and hurried to the half bath just off the den. I did need to pee, but I mainly wanted to wash my mouth and my bottom before I went to my husband. As horrible as all this was, he was my rock, and I thought this meant we were okay.
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As I was finishing, I heard Edna, get up from her recliner and say, "I think I'm going to go upstairs and use the bathroom."
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She then quietly left the room. I hoped Col. Brown was ready for her.
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The first thing I noticed as I crawled onto my husband's lap was that he was completely soft. The second thing I noticed was that he turned his face away when I tried to kiss him. I could feel tears well up again and I buried my face in his neck I was so ashamed.
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He whispered in my ear, "Why don't you use that sweet mouth of yours on my cock, and then we'll see if I can help you with your little problem."
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His voice carried that same carefully neutral tone, like a drunk trying to convince a cop that he hadn't been weaving. It was not the voice of a loving husband, and it wasn't the tone that I'd ever heard in our bedroom.
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I’m not exactly sure what I’d expected from Rodger, I knew we’d both be a bit inhibited having anal sex in front of others. I think it was because I needed to be loved so much by him at that moment that it hit me so hard. I wanted to be re-assured, to be cherished to be loved and I’d gotten more attention from Johnny. I didn’t understand, and I began to cry … again.
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I couldn't see his expression through my tears and in the dim light, but I couldn't miss the way he was pushing me off his lap. I felt a cold vacuum where my heart was supposed to be as I fell to my knees and waited for him to unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip. I kept telling myself that no matter how bad this coldness from my husband was, it was better than having to do this with Johnny.
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I was battling my tears as I lowered my head to take him in my mouth. I don't remember him ever being this soft or this small. If it hadn’t been his scent, I might have thought I had a stranger in my mouth. It felt so unnatural to have all of him in my mouth and have room to spare.  I wasn't sure what to do! I'd always had to bob to get all of him in, even when he was soft. Now it was like he'd shrunk and all I could think to do was to roll it around in my mouth with my tongue.
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For almost two full minutes, nothing happened, and then when I was sucking with all my might, I felt a twitch. I redoubled my efforts to wrap my tongue all the way around it while pressing my lips as tight as I could. It twitched again and it was the size I was accustom to having when he was soft. Now I was on familiar ground, I knew what to do. Although it took longer than I ever remember in the past, I was able to get him to full hardness.
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For the first time I looked up to see how he was responding and he was looking into space. I bit my lower lip. My every instinct was to bolt from the room. To bury myself in my pillow and cry myself to death, but I wasn't allowed. I had the blanket wrapped around me like a skirt, and I held it as I slowly stood. He still wasn't looking at me and I couldn't hold back a sob. Trying to feel like a robot on remote control, I turned so I had my back to him. I wet two fingers and rubbed them on my anus. Then, shifting the blanket so I could present my bare bottom to him, I maneuvered into position. Gripping his cock, I sat back into his lap guiding it to my virgin ass.
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The tip pushed into me and there was a terrible pain, but it was nothing to the pain I was feeling where my heart should have been. I pushed out like I was trying to fart, a girlfriend had told me that would help and it slipped inside me. I had to stop several times to let my rectum adjust to his size but once he was in me, it wasn't as uncomfortable as I had always imagined. In fact I might have enjoyed the full feeling if Rodger had so much as put his hands on my hips. Instead, his hand clutched the arms of his recliner, his knuckles white. He never made a sound or said a single word.
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I used my legs to 'bounce' as soon as I felt I'd adjusted to the intrusion, and again, mercifully, I felt my husband cum just minutes after I started. Using my last reserves of willpower, I waited until I felt him give his last twitch then I stood, wrapped the blanket around me and fled to the bathroom, where I curled up on the floor and cried. My husband had just treated me worse than he would a whore off the street. I almost, almost wished I’d done it with Johnny.
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I don't know how long I was in there, at least forty-five minutes. Long enough for the mess on my thighs to dry and cake. When gained a measure of control, I used a washrag and the sink to clean up part of the mess. I had to move to the toilet to finish. I wasn't leaking from Johnny, I don't thing he actually got much inside me. My rectum was burning and I felt like I had a touch of the runs. I must have used a half roll of paper. The real problem came when I tried to clean my face. Every time I looked in the mirror, a new crying jag would overtake me and that led to farts, which meant I had to clean myself all over again.
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When I finally got control of myself, I came back out to the den and everyone was gone! I felt a stab of terror and my mind couldn't deal with what my eyes were seeing. I think I screamed, because the next thing I knew Kristin was there holding me.
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"It's okay mom, Col Brown's gone, Edna and Johnny are gone too. Dad is upstairs getting cleaned up. I was just activating the security system. Col. Brown gave us a number to call when we're ready. Everything is fine he’s going to give us what we want.."
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Everything was not fine; my husband had just told me he didn't love me, even if he hadn't spoken a word. I'd been humiliated and I didn't know how I was going to stand it. Thank God that Rodger walked in at that second and took me in his arms.
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"Mary, my sweet Mary, we're going to get through this, I know you're upset, I'm upset too. I love you, but I need to be alone for a little bit. Kristin going to stay with you, I'm going down to the gym and work off a bit of mad, then I'll join you if you want. We'll talk tomorrow."
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He released me and walked away. It was only then that I realized how stiffly and unnaturally he'd held me. His body had spoken much louder than his voice.
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I blinked hard, twice as I realized something else. Rodger had used a tone of voice I've only heard three times in our marriage. All three times, it was in the middle of huge fights and he told me he was leaving for a drive, and if I tried to stop him, he would use force. I never know when to stop in a fight and those few times I'd gone too far and Rodger needed to get away and cool down. Each time he'd driven off and come back a few hours later and we'd worked things out.
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Now, I needed desperately for him to hold me to tell me he was coming back. I felt so filthy and I needed him to help me get clean. I broke down when he turned the corner without looking back.
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Kristin was supporting me with her arms when she whispered, "Come on mom, let's get you into a shower, you smell a bit rank and you'll feel better when you're clean. Then we'll talk; daddy's not going to leave, but you can understand why he might want to be alone for a bit, surely."
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Honestly, I didn't want to understand, I wanted my rock with me to support me and I hated myself when I broke down and cried the way I was now. I was very sore, but I also needed for my husband to make love to me. I wasn't horny in a way I'd ever been before, but I'd been asked to choose between a first class round the world cruise and my husband inside me … there just wouldn't be a decision to make. I still felt that terrible emptiness inside, and only Rodger inside me could fill it.
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When you have no choice, you can do things you never though possible. I would not have believed I could walk, even with Kristin's help, up the stairs and then to our bedroom suite. I'm sure I couldn't take off my blouse and jacket, much less find a way into the shower. Kristin literally held me up as the hot water pulsed over me. I had no more strength than a baby as she began to use the shower wand to clean me. It didn't even register at the time that she used the hardest setting and for all practical purposes gave me an enema and douche. She washed my hair and my face, then moved me into our two-man tub with underwater jets. Kristin joined me and as I let the water pulse over me, I felt my mind go mercifully blank.
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I'm not sure I slept, but when I became aware of my surroundings again, Kristin was giving me a cup of coffee made with twice the cream and three times the sugar that any sane person puts in, just the way I like it. I still felt extreme ennui, but I'd recovered from the seamless void I'd retreated into. I wasn't even aware that my eyes had never stopped crying.
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Kristin helped me out of the tub and dried me off with one of the big fluffy towels I love, then helped me into my favorite nightgown, the one I call my Mother Hubbard. I know I was acting catatonic, but actually, I felt more like when they'd given me too much pain medicine after Kristin was born. Except that then, even with the all the body changes, I hadn't felt as empty inside.
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I think Kristin was leading me to bed when I felt Rodger's arms around me and his cheeks next to my neck.
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His cheek was wet, which made no more sense than when he said, "Mary, I'm so sorry, I've always thought I was strong enough for anything, but I wasn't strong enough to keep from raping you."
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I whirled and I slapped him so hard my hand stung. I had no idea I was going to do that, but I certainly knew why.
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 "Don't you ever use that term for what you did! Is that why you wouldn't hold me or love me? Didn't you know how much I wanted you then? Do you think it mattered where? Oh you damn fool!"
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I thrust my self into his arms, and much to my surprise I cried. I know it's hard to believe but I probably had only cried two dozen times since I got married, but these were tears of relief. What Johnny had done to me was a kind of rape, not by Johnny but by Col. Brown. What my dear Rodger had done was an act of kindness.
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I don't remember Kristin leaving but Rodger and I were in bed alone. He told me that the anger he'd needed to work off hadn't been at me but at himself. He told me that Col. Brown had come and apologized to him, and to Johnny. He'd offered to talk to me but Kristin had begged him not to. “Mary, I don’t understand it, I accept that he’s a better man than I, but I don’t understand how I react to him. When we were in the den and … and Johnny and I were doing what we did, I was resolved to kill him. I knew I couldn’t do it myself, but I swore that if it took every dollar I had or could borrow I’d hire enough people to kill him. Then, Edna came down and he talked to Johnny and I saw Johnny slug me, then they shook hands and they left smiling. Seeing that smile I was almost ready to kill Johnny too. I don’t want that man in my house, ever. Edna’s welcome, but he’s not. It’s not his fault, but …
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Rodger, took several seconds to compose himself, then continued, “He came over to me and we talked about the child you and I are going to have, to raise. He made me feel proud of what we’re going to do, and I felt so sorry for him.
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"I'm not sure what's going on with him Mary, I don't think he understands it either. He said that he had been reacting to everything like he hadn't slept in three days. He gave me the most heart felt apology I've ever heard. He forced me to spill the spleen I’d bottled up over what he’d done. He almost had tears in his eyes and asked what he could do to make it right. He gave me a blank check on himself, and it was everything I could do to keep from tearing up. Then he forced me to slug him in the gut. It felt like I was hitting a brick wall but I was able to forgive him. I never had to forgive you, you didn't do anything wrong. I just wish I'd had …"
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I'd never hit my husband, except for that slap but I did then. I hit him as hard as I could in his stomach. He wasn't expecting it and he curled up into the fetal position for almost a minute.
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When our eyes met, I said, "Since that seemed to help you with Col. Brown maybe this will help you with me. I will allow you to apologize, one time for being a bad lover in the den, I will not hear of anything else! If you ever try to imply what you did earlier, my next shot will be lower … and I don't want to cut off my nose to spite my face."
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I knew I'd hurt Rodger, but as the last words registered I saw that gleam in his eye that told me he understood. We made love, it was very private and it was wonderful. Just before Rodger entered me I had asked him to give us a baby and we made love to make life. That's a special tenderness that can only happen when you first make that decision.
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I was still on the pill and I know intellectually that I didn't get pregnant that night. I got pregnant two weeks later while Rodger was on a week-long business trip. I'm glad I'd talked to Edna and knew what to expect. I've been more emotionally involved in a pap smear.ÂÂ
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I was nervous when I answered the door for Col. Brown. He was a stranger and he felt like a stranger, not someone coming to share my body and give me a child. I had prepared a guest suite with candles and soft music just in case he wanted them, but I don’t think they even registered on him. We went up to a guest suite, and we didn’t even hold hands. He told me to lift my dress and take off my panties. He twirled his finger to show me that I was to turn around. He told me spread my legs, bend over and brace myself on a chair.
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I’ve already said that I don’t enjoy oral sex. So the closest I came to any emotion was when he kneeled behind me intending to do just that. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to prepare myself. As odd as it sounds his tongue lapping and mashing my twat lips wasn’t even sexual. A different texture and I might have been washing myself with a flannel. He seemed more interested in working his saliva into me than in sexual stimulation. I felt that pinch that I knew was ovulation, and I must have reacted, because he asked me if I’d just ovulated. He stood used his hands to adjust me for his entry and pushed into me. I was surprised that his entry was very easy, I was so lose I could barely feel him. He wasn’t small, the largest of my small sample, but I would have sworn I would have been very dry and very tight. As soon as he was fully inside me, he came. Normally I would have thought it was a case of premature ejaculation, but as he pulled out I heard him mumble, something I couldn’t quite hear, and somehow I knew that he’d come to expect sex to be nothing but minimalist procreation. I went to the bathroom to clean up and when I came out, he was gone. It was the oddest experience I’ve ever had, and I don’t just mean sexual experience.ÂÂ
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He had apologized when he came in the door and aside from instructions on taking off my panties; the only things he'd said to me were about loving the child. I would have been devastated if he hadn’t come, but I was very glad he was gone. I've said I don't cry, but when I heard the longing in his voice for a child, he promised never to see … well to use a tired old phrase, "I felt his pain."
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That was a week ago, and my period is a week late. I had been due to start the day after Col. Brown and I ‘got together.’ I talked to Dr. Dickson about it and she said she thought that an enzyme in Col. Brown’s body fluids acts like a fertility drug causing women to ovulate. I don’t know abut that I just am sure I did. Johnny and Edna are back from their honeymoon and she is pregnant. So is Kristin, yesterday, just after midnight on her eighteenth birthday. I keep trying to be unhappy about that, but I can't be. We have the resources to raise that child, and any man that Kristin marries would have to accept a cuckoo in his nest anyway, so this might make it easier. Honestly, I'm more upset that she'll be having a little girl than a little boy. I had no idea she was sexual active. Rodger has had a few bad days, I have had a few nightmares about what happened in the den, but none since Col. Brown apologized to me. Call me Pollyanna, but I believe that tests that don't break you make you stronger. We have three wonderful little girls coming into our lives that will truly be special, probably the top three babies born this year worldwide! On the scales of my life, that joy is like a cannon ball and the pain is like a feather. The only one I really feel sorry for is Col. Brown. I don't like him very much, but I do feel sorry for him.
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my super powers
i am a girl but i wanted to try first person from a male prospective. these stories will mostly be my erotic fantasies so they will get pretty weird.
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Slowly taking control
Smatt was a loser. he never really had a real girlfriend the only reall thing he was good at was computer and manipulation. He was 13 about 5 5 kinda attractive but he had something witht his teeth that really turned the girls away
He always jacked off at night thinking about the hottest girls in his school Megan Alohi Ashlynn all very ver hot girls. He was always to shy to talk to them and ask them out.
matthew had a stepbrother he kinda looked up to he always got the hot girls and he had caought him fuck them a few times. Later he asked them how he gets those girls and he simply said, " i use this illigal drug i picked up in mexico a couple months ago. wha about 2 weeks later matthew was in his boring school not paying attention to his boring class except staring at the hot girls ass who sat in front of him. But he did here something when the teacher assigned group projects o shit he though now i gotta do a stupid project and fail probly... he was surprised when he herd that he was grouped with Alohi and Megan " hell ya he thought" after class megan came up to him and said meet me and alohi at my house after school so we can get this stupid thing done "ok" matt said. when he got dropped off at megans house he walked in and rememberd he had those 2 pills his stepbrother had given him and thought this may be his chance. the door opened "come on in said megan i told my parents we wud be working on the project for about 2 hours so they went out. "cool" matt said "wud u like some soda?" " sure" megan led him to the living room and there was alohi the hottest hawian girl he had ever seen kinda short with dark brown hair and the best ass a guy cud ever fuck" as he sat down megan set down 3 cans of soda for them then she said " mattt me and alohi have to go upstairs for a minute cud u hold on?" uhh o..k? said matt " she laughed just hold on a min" "ok" they walked up and matt new this was the chance he had to do it he quickly pulled out of his bag the two pills and put them into each of the girls drinks he hoped that they were quick dissolving. he sat there getting a hard on just thinking about if it worked. When they came back they sat there drank soda and talked about the project matt was talking to alohi at the time when suddenly he saw her eyes blink 3 times fast" "are you ok she said" she said yaa i just feel a little weird" "me too said megan" Matt smiled and knew it was working" he then looked at megan and said "megan your so fucking hot" and quickly leaned in for a kiss" the pill over took her and she and him kissed for about 4 mins matt then grabbed her breast and squezed it. "HEY!" she said what are u doing she pushed his hand away "what" matt said " you dont like it" NO! she said "but you do like it" she then had a quick look like she was unsure of herself" he then leaned in for a kiss and they started kissing again" Megan was going out with a boy named kevin they havnt had sex but word around the school was that they were planning too Megan said :" stop if kevin finds outt..." matt then said " you are quickly forgetting about kevin and replacing those thoughts for lust for me" she then said "no what is going on" matt said" nothign you have always felt this way for me hvnt you" Megan said " no" " matt then started to finger megan "no she said with her certanty gettting weaker and weaker" "No? said matt you want it this is what you want" "oo" she moaned "megan" said alohi what are u doing?" Matt quickly looked at alohi and said "you are forgetting everything and replacing all your memorys and thoughts with lust for me and megan you want us to fuck you and you want to fuck us so bad" alohi said"no" "no" no" matt moved in and grabbed her breats and kissed her "yes" said matt" "matt fu fuc.. fuck me" said alohi: "alohi" said mat "yes?" "tell me that you want to give me control u want to let me do whatever i want to you" "i want you to do whatever you want to me mat i want ur body" said alohi by this time megan was already fingering herself I will continue if i get good comments or w.e email comments to mrty_stinger@yahoo.com
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Electro-rape
This is very short but sometimes you are very lucky to just come up short.
I'm quite excited. I couldn't find parking close to the greek restaurant
were I am to meet a man that self descibes himself as a payed dark
government rapist. This should be the best interview ever in the history
of my life.
the place was packed. My feelings started a downturn, Thinking he wasn't
going to divulge much in here I sat down at the booth were a single man
motioned me.
I started by asking, I know I can't use your real name so what should I
call you.
He said you can call me Dime, spelled like the coin.
He said, "We have time to eat, we don't have to rush this.
He called a waitress and I ordered a large Greek fry and a Coke.He had
what appeared to be a Hot Beef sandwich with french fries with gravy on
them and a cup of coffee.
While the waitress was gone I asked him what part of the government he
worked for.
Dime replied Just consider it a subsidary of the NSA. He nodded and we
stayed quite while the watress delivered the Coke.
I asked how large is the area you work in.
Dime, Just this small city and it's suburbs.
I saw the Greek fries on the way, we clammed up for a little.
After the waitress left I asked do you rape a lot of people?
Dime every one put on my list, some of them for weeks at a time.
How do you keep this out of the news papers?
Dime, It's very easy, I'm not physically there, the victums think they are
going nuts or being attacked by ghosts or demons. They don't say a word
about the rapes to anyone.
I said, You mean to tell me you rape people and aren't even there?
Dime, Oh yes, my crew and I do this electronically. We have the equipment
to make the see and remember what we want and we can broadcast power to
their nervous system and make them feel exactly what we want. Shit we made
a woman give birth to a very large baby six days in a row. That was a
special torture for her because she had a miscarrage the year before.
I said is that the nastiest thing you've ever done.
Dime, No that's just one case. We have the equipment to see through walls.
We tape most of the stuff so it can be used to blackmail or procecute the
victum later. We even take control of people so completely that we can
make them have sex with animals. We can make them forget the nights
torture and give them a false memory that they can almost remember and it
nags at them for the rest of their life. We work six days a week and on
our night off we can go rape anyone we wish for the fun of it, we get so
great videos that way.
I asked, you mean all they give you is a list and collect the videos.
Dime, We get more than a simple list, pictures address, work place.
Yes, all they want is incriminating eveidence. They want a social handle
on the people they target and they get one.
Did your group start this animal sex thing on the net?
Of course not, that type of sex has been around as long as man has, the
internet is the obvious place it was going to become easy to view at.
I asked what rape scenarios do you like the best.
Dime, I like group rapes and best of all I like to rape men as woman.
Forgive me for asking but exactly how does that work.
Dime, All humans have both sexual organ sets. In the case of a man his
female organs are undeveloped but, they are there.
Do you mean to tell me you can rape a man as a woman.
We can not only gang rape a man as a woman we can make the poor bastard
want it to happen again.
Dime, I'm sorry, I'm out of time and I have given you about all I can tell
you. You ask very direct questions and I had to cover everything quite
quickly that way. I'll pick up the check enjoy.
That was the end of the short interview, it was stretched out over twenty
minutes because of traffic to the restroom. I figure I got a real 7
minutes of time in it. But let's look at the bright side that's 7 more
minutes than anyone else has ever gotten. Well I've been looking for
someone like this in an untouchable position. I think I've found one, what
do you think? A guy that never fails from premature ejaculation, he can broadcast
all night long.
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Photo Op, a Story of Dominica's Realm
Photo Op, a Story of Dominica's Realm
-- by jessicablank
Up in the mountains... perhaps the American Rockies... there is a community, nestled in a little valley. Private. Isolated. Surrounded by thick forest, it cannot be seen from the nearby road, as you drive past it. Only from a distance, as you come through the pass and follow the winding mountain road back and forth, descending. It looks like a little farming village, with fields, orchards, and gardens. Most of the buildings look utilitarian -- barns, storage sheds, work areas, housing for the "field hands." A few houses are very large, and fancy -- one might even call them mansions -- sumptuous, as befits their owners. Because this community is ruled by beautiful, powerful women
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There is very little machinery to be seen on this farm, because all the work is done by hand. By her hypnotically-conditioned slaves, male and female. Each slave pursues his or her assigned task in a perpetual haze of sexual obsession. Wanting to serve Mistress. Desiring Mistress. Needing to cum. Perpetually, constantly, relentlessly pushed toward orgasm, aching for release -- which can only happen with Her permission.
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The farming helps keep the community self-sustaining -- leaving MzDominica free to focus on... other interests. To administer rewards, and punishments. To perform little experiments, playing with Her slaves' minds and bodies.
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One such experiment was in progress inside MzDominica's mansion. It had been going on for several months, and was showing very great promise indeed...
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The lovely jessica slave set the tray on the table near the locked door, and pressed her palm against the light panel on the wall. She waited a moment, maybe two, until the panel lighted and scanned her fingers and palm for identification. Dazzled by the light, as she was every time, jessica stared at the panel, waiting until she heard the loud beep that signaled her palm print had been accepted, and the click that told her the door had become unlocked. She turned the lever, pushed the door in slightly, holding it in place with her bare foot. Then she picked up the tray, carried it through, and let the door close behind her.
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Tranced to think she was always wearing ultra-high heels, jessica tip-toed from the door, down the long staircase, to the floor of the underground laboratory. The jessica's only real clothing was the leather collar around her neck, and the brand high up on her right thigh -- if a brand could be called clothing. She waited to be acknowledged by Dr. Tiniski, the hypno-psychologist, who was busy examining the trainees in the room and updating her journal.
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"Day 143. All subjects continue to do well, remaining deep in trance and at the edge of orgasm." Dr. Tiniski rubbed her thighs together at that word. The white lab coat -- her only garment besides her own leather collar and brand -- seemed to feel warmer than usual. She looked up at the kneeling slaves, arranged in six rows of six slaves each. "The minimal cereal and fruit diet has proven sufficient to sustain them during the conditioning process, leaving their bodies dependant and their minds weakened and pliant. Considering that their only activity is to listen to MzDominica's voice on the headphones and watch the conditioning images in the goggles, they clearly do not require much sustenance." A thick trail of lubrication dribbled slowly down Dr. Tiniski's thighs. Her right hand set the pen down on the clipboard, and began to reach down between her legs -- but she seemed to forget what she was doing. She picked up the pen again, and resumed writing. "Subject number 27 is the first to have achieved the state of rigidity required by Mistress. While it is still possible to reposition the arms and legs on the other slaves, this one holds his position as if he were a statue." The doctor didn't realize it, but her hips were gently pumping. "It does indeed appear likely that the other subjects will attain this mode within a matter of days." Why was she breathing so hard?
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Dr. Tiniski looked up... and saw the jessica. "Ah, is it that time already?" she said. "You may begin feeding." The doctor retired to one end of the room and sat down, absent-mindedly crossing her legs and squeezing them together, rhythmically, while she watched the jessica set down the tray, then pick up one of the bowls of oatmeal. The jessica walked -- so quietly on tip-toe -- from one slave to the next, holding up a spoonful of cereal to the lips of each one. Like a robot, each slave opened his mouth, let the jessica spoon in the oatmeal, and swallowed. The jessica completed the first row of six, then returned to the tray and exchanged the empty bowl for a full one. She proceeded down the next row of six. Spoon into the oatmeal, hold the spoon up to the lips, wait for the slave to open his mouth, tilt the spoon, mouth closed, pull out the spoon. Walk to the next slave, repeat. The jessica's heels never touched the ground. Tip-toe. Tip-toe. High up, on imaginary spiked heels. One face after another, each one nearly concealed by the goggles over the eyes, the headphones over the ears. The jessica looked down at the rigid cocks, bulging with cum just about to spurt, the dripping pussies, ready to gush. She licked her lips, forgot why she was so excited, and walked forward, digging another spoonful of oatmeal out of the bowl. Her hand shook slightly with her lust, spilling a tiny drop of cereal onto the floor, as she fed the next slave. Another slave... then another. End of the row. All gone. Back to the tray for another bowl.
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Eventually, all the bowls were empty.
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The jessica responded to the trigger, mindlessly, and picked up the tray. She climbed with it up the staircase. Tip-toe. Tip-toe. Up to the door. Dr. Tiniski pressed the button that unlocked the door, so the jessica could leave. The click of the latch told her she was again alone -- with a roomful of slaves.
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The doctor walked, slowly, down each row. Examining the slaves. Making sure each one had actually swallowed his or her cereal. Making sure no one was so deeply tranced that the slave was simply, mindlessly, holding the dollop of oatmeal in his mouth. Slave 27 in particular -- he showed such promise, Dr. Tiniski wanted to make sure he was going to be okay. Step... step... step... inspect. Look at the blank face, hidden by goggles, hidden by headphones. This one was okay. Step... step... step... inspect. Another slave, doing fine. Step... step...
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Dr. Tiniski slipped on the dropped blob of oatmeal.
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She bumped into slave 19, knocking his goggles and headphones to the floor.
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The doctor was so worried. What if this ruined the experiment? Well, it HAD been set up with extras. MzDominica needed only twenty-five slaves for what She had planned -- but it would be a shame to lose slave 19 -- who knelt there, so still and quiet. Dr. Tiniski picked up the goggles to put them back onto the subject. And she looked inside, seeing the flashing lights. The visual hypnotic commands. She could hear MzDominica's voice, through the headphones on the floor. She needed to cum, so bad. She needed to hear Mistress' voice. She needed to kneel on the floor. Still. And quiet. And rigid. Thinking only of MzDominica. Thinking only of serving Mistress. Needing to cum. Cum. Cum. Need to cum. Need to cum. She needed to cum. Almost there. Right at the edge of orgasm. Need to cum. But not without Mistress' command. Cum. Need to cum. On Mistress' command. Waiting for Her command. To cum. To cum. Cum. Cum.
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The next morning, when the jessica pressed her hand against the scanning plate, the door did not open. As programmed, she reported the incident to her overseer, patti, who sent a couple of male slaves to check it out. They found Dr. Tiniski and slave 19, both kneeling rigidly, staring into the goggles on the floor, listening to Mistress' voice from the headphones next to them.
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MzDominica listened to the slaves' report, and decided to leave Dr. Tiniski on the floor where she was. To replace slave 19's goggles and headphones -- and to fit the doctor with a set herself.
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The next time a jessica slave tip-toed down the staircase, she had 37 slaves to feed.
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Day 180 of the experiment arrived, and all the slaves were now completely rigid, including the good doctor. MzDominica selected twenty-five of the most intensely conditioned slaves, and quietly spoke the special trigger word that made them become loose and relaxed -- so they could be positioned properly. When She spoke another trigger word, it would lock them in place.
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One by one, the slaves were led up out of the basement, by tip-toeing jessicas, out into the sunlight which they seemed to notice not at all. Out in the open. Under the tall, green pine trees. Under the bright blue sky. One by one, the slaves were arranged. Some facing north. Some facing south. Some on the ground. Some on the backs of other slaves. MzDominica spoke the trigger word, and they froze in place. Forming a human throne. A huge, soft chair, of naked slaves. Each with one focus in mind -- to cum on MzDominica's command.
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And centered at the front of the chair, on the ground kneeling, breathing slowly and deeply... was Dr. Tiniski. Now, a footstool, for Dominica's throne.
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Several male and female slaves were busy, positioning a digital camera. Aiming it at the throne, taking focus, and setting it to snap a sequence of images, rapidly, one after another, when Mistress commanded.
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With everything ready, MzDominica strode toward her throne of slave flesh, resplendent in red leather, Her long blonde hair brushed into a golden aura that surrounded Her beautiful face. She turned, and sat imperiously on Her throne. And was pleased that all the slaves were so deeply conditioned, not a gasp of air escaped their lips, not a back or limb gave even slightly under Her smooth, ample form. She raised her booted feet, and rested them on the back of her footstool, Dr. Tiniski.
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"Action!" MzDominica commanded. And the slaves at the camera clicked the button, beginning the capture of images.
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Mistress announced one additional command: "Cum!" And as one, simultaneously, all the slaves groaned, and spasmed, and spurted -- all the slaves in the throne, the footstool, even the slaves running the camera. Spurted, and squirted, and moaned, and thrust their hips forward, cumming and cumming helplessly in response to Mistress' command. Juices squirted high into the air. And fell, in graceful arcs. "Stop!" She commanded.
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The next day, people logging into MzDominica's website found a new image. An animation. Of Mistress seated on Her throne. A throne of spasming, writhing bodies, male and female.  A throne which also seemed to be a fountain.
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A fountain of cum. Squirting over and over again.
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Forever.
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powers chapters 1 and 2
i uploaded chapters 1 and 2 together because chapter 1 is completely exposition. some chapters will be all story but i'll upload them with a sex scene.
i am a girl but i wanted to try writing from a male perspective. these are coming from my erotic daydreams and i'm kinda perverted so these are gonna get kinda weird.
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Young Heaven Resort II
**********************Chapter II*********************
PLAYTIME
No words were uttered now as they sucked her breasts and plundered her panties. The only sounds were from their sucking and playing in her low-rise je
Scott got a hand full of her pussy and told Ben, “God man you should feel her pussy. Its bald all the way man. We’ve got a beautiful young bitch with a pure bald pussy!” Ben asked her if she ever shaves her pussy to which she replied, “No. Mr. Pierre does this hair removal thing with all the girls so our sex is always bald. He says that men will love us more that way sweetheart.”
Ben had a mouthful of her breast now and sucked it with passion while running his hand over her belly and hip. Scott told her he wanted to finger her pussy really bad. Maria told him “yes baby, you can do all the things you want to do with me.’ She asked him if he wanted to take her jeans off so he could play between her legs easier. “Go ahead baby. Take my pants off, I know my jeans are just in your way”, she said. He needed no more encouragement.
Scott was quickly down at her feet with his hands on each side of her jeans. He peeled them down as she wiggled her hips to help him get them off easier. Ben was sucking and watching her pants go down as he grunted his approval. Scott pulled her jeans all the way down and held the top edge of them as she pulled her feet free. He tossed the jeans aside and went down on her panties, kissing them as he massaged her luscious legs. Maria had on tiny white bikini panties with little cherries dotted all over them to symbolize her virginity. They were already wet with her dew causing the flaps of her cunt to clearly show through the thin material. He told her he could smell her sweet pussy as he buried his nose between her legs which she now had laid wide open for this fifty-seven year old man. She told them that she hoped her sex would make them both very happy. He rolled his head around between her legs then suddenly took hold of her panties on each side of her hips and tore them apart and tossed the debris over his shoulders. Both men gasped at the sight of paradise in front of their eyes. Maria was completely naked with them now.
“Do you like how it looks baby?” Maria asked. “Mr. Pierre makes me play with it a little while every night till it feels good and my boobs start tingling then I have to stop because he said a man should only play with it till it does stuff back with him”. Scott replied that it was awesome and that he loved the big lips on her pussy.
“I’m glad you like it honey but I wish you would play with it for me and make us both feel good”, Maria told him. He told her to spread her legs open wide so he could finger her real good. She put her feet on the rug and raised her knees in the air and laid them open wide for Scott so he could get at her pussy better.
He traced the outline of her creamy, baby-smooth pussy with his fingertips and palmed her bare mound pressing into it to feel its softness and puffy lips. Then as he licked her belly and hips he ran his middle finger up and down through the folds of her treasure. He pressed his tongue against her belly and licked her flesh nudging her belly ring with his nose. Maria could feel his hot breath on her skin as he licked across her belly over and over then down to her hips. As she began to slightly wiggle her hips under his tongue he curled his finger into her hole for the first time. It brought a soft sigh from her lips as she told him how good it felt. He used his thumb to tease her clitoris while he rolled his finger around the inside of her outer cunt. Ben momentarily stopped his breast sucking of the girl to watch his friend beginning to finger their sweet, young honey.
Scott firmly licked the top of her mound as he sank his finger all the way in her and began working it in and out making her moan her approval. He kept a slow steady pace of finger to pussy hole while Ben resumed sucking her whole breast on the other side. The fingering pace soon picked up with Scott inserting a second finger into her as she loosened up for him. He asked her if she liked what he was doing to her pussy?
“Oh yes baby. I’m so lucky that both of you want my body. You both make a girl feel so good” she replied.
Thoughts of all the hot, young girls he’d been around and fantasized about doing this to while he masturbated ran through his mind as he began to pound his fingers into her now juicy pussy. Ben had gorged himself on her breast milk and now dropped her breast from his mouth and licked the droplets of warm milk from the corners of his mouth and around the edges of her breast cone. He went down to start licking her belly, hips and waist as he watched his partner in this delicious crime finger the young pussy they were seducing. They both had waited so many years for a sexy young girl like this that they could use and enjoy to their heart’s content. Maria was becoming more and more aroused as they used her body for their pleasure. Ben switched down lower and began to lick and supple her enlarged clitoris between his lips while Scott drove two fingers into her cunt over and over making little smacking sounds as he did.
Maria pushed her hips up to meet his finger thrusts wanting more of what he gave her and making her need known audibly. She told them how good what they were doing to her felt. Scott was lapping her creamy inner thighs right up to her female split as he drove his fingers into her in a rolling motion now. Two mouths on her sex and two fingers inside her pussy was more than the sexy, young girl could stand and she bucked her hips up and held them there in that position as she moaned deep from within her lungs and squirted her first ever cum shots out onto the penetrating fingers. She was panting loudly and gripping the rug with her fists as wave after wave of sexual pleasure rolled through her belly and out of her cunt. Her hips bucked up to her lovers in rapid succession never wanting the feeling of passion to end and instinctively desiring an all out fuck from a man’s hard dick, the kind every young girl wants and dreams of. Finally her hips feel back to the bearskin rug as she moaned, “OH SO GOOD. It feels so good baby. I’ve wanted to do this with men all my life! Thank you so, so much boys for making me feel so good.”
It was time for a role change now. Scott licked her female juices off of his fingers and went up to start deep, passionate, tongue wrestling kisses with Maria as her arms folded behind his neck and they kissed long and hard as true lovers do while Ben slowly crawled down into position between her spread open, delicious legs to face his fantasy up close. Her pussy was glistening with her juices still and a small droplet hung on the tip of her clit. His tongue snagged out to lick his prey the full length of her split, capturing that droplet at the top with his tongue swipe along her pussy slash causing her to press her kiss with his partner that much harder
That tongue swipe of course made the young girl’s hips rise to his mouth and Ben sucked in her swollen clit and bit down on it. Maria’s pussy squirted her cum into his lips and chin immediately as she cried out loud in pleasure. Ben lapped up her female cream much like a puppy tasting warm creamy milk for the first time. He then inhaled the lips of her cunt and rolled them around in his mouth while his tongue penetrated her boiling snatch. He began to lick and slurp her pussy while Scott went down to lick her bare flesh just above her sex. Ben’s long tongue darted in and out of her pussy and occasionally danced side to side inside of her. His mouth was pressed tightly against her sex while his nose rutted her clit back and forth. He was gobbling her wet love with his hands holding her naked ass to keep his prey from escaping the snare of his mouth lock on her. She moaned uncontrollably as he ate her pussy out completely. Her hips were squirming and pushing against his hungry mouth. She cried out, “Oh my God I’m cumming baby. I never felt so good in my life!”
“Oh yes, oh yes baby. I need you both so much”, she moaned. Ben kept eating and sucking her pussy. He couldn’t eat her enough to satisfy all the years he had dreamed of eating the pussies of beautiful young girls he had seen walking around malls, beaches and other places young girls congregated. He wasn’t ready to drop this babe’s pussy from his mouth yet. He pressed his face and tongue deeper and deeper into her while he began to play with her rear opening producing new waves of pleasure searing through her body till the waves of female cum subsided and the rocking of her hips played out. Ben then licked away at Maria’s pussy like it was an ice cream bar. He flattened his tongue and slurped up and down between her legs getting every drop of her love juices before stopping with a kiss to her pussy lips. They all collapsed together and the men ran their hands over her warm sexy body as their time with her was expiring. She cuddled close with them as she told them how happy they had made her. “I know that you’ve both had lots of girls from the way you turned me on so fast. I’d glad you wanted my body guys.”
We both want to fuck you sweetheart. She smiled as she told they would get to do that with her too, but it had to be tomorrow.
Maria rose to her feet between her lovers and walked over to pick up her short bathrobe from the corner chair. They rose and went to her pressing up against her once again. She tied the short bathrobe in front of her. It barely cover a third of meaty thighs and showed a hint of breast cleavage.
They both kissed her cheeks and her soft lips before patting her young ass. She told them she hoped they were happy with her but that she had to go to the bedroom because their other friends were waiting for her body and she didn’t want them to wait too long for her to share herself with them. She tossed her hair back behind her shoulders with her hands and turned as she began to walk away with their eyes glued to her ass and told them she would see them in the morning after the other men finished with her.
************* Chapter III**************
Giving Her All
for the
Cause
Tom and Gary had watched the tape of all the other young white girls at the resort. They had modeled mini skirts, Hollister shorts and Victoria Secret bras, panties and tiny bikinis for them on tape. They were all quite lovely but the thought of Maria’s beautiful body coming to bed with them was the main thought on their dirty minds. Both of their cocks were swollen and throbbing waiting to enjoy her pussy tonight.
Maria opened the bedroom door walked in and closed it behind her. Tom looked at her long legs showing as she stood in front of them in her short bathrobe. He asked her what she wearing under it. “I’m not wearing anything under this baby. Nothing at all”, she replied. He asked her what happened to her clothes?
“Darling I hope you don’t mind but your friends were kissing me and feeling my body. They wanted to take my clothes off so they could play a lot better and have some sex with me so I let them have what they wanted”, Maria said. “Yummy. Did you have fun girl?” Tom asked. “Yes sir I had a lot of fun and now I want to have fun with both of you”, she said smiling.
Gary told her to take her bathrobe off slowly for them because they wanted to play with her and spend a lot of time fucking her young pussy. She never hesitated as she untied her robe and inch by precious inch slid it off of her shoulders letting it fall down her slender arms to her waist pausing so they could see her bare breasts standing proud and erect for them with the obvious redness from being just recently milked by the other two men. Gary had seen beautiful college girls naked before but never a young girl like this. Tom on the other hand, had only dreamed of this with a girl of any age let alone a beautiful and drop dead sexy fifteen year old girl. He was a total loss of words. His eyes were pooping out of their sockets and glued to her breasts. His tongue licked his lips over and over, longing to taste her body. Gary smiled as he thought of how she would cry with pleasure when his cock was driving deep into her tight pussy. “Go ahead bitch”, he told her. “Take it all the way off and show us your pussy”. Maria let the bathrobe fall open and drop to the floor so they could see all of her.
“Is this what you wanted to see boys?”, as her hand gently traced her waist and lowered to her sex where she circled it with her index finger. “Yes honey. That’s what we’re both wanting to play with”, Gary said.
Tom grunted and told her to stop and wait right there. I got to go take a crap before I get you in bed honey, and he headed to the john and closed the door behind him. Obviously the two t-bone steaks and large pizza he had eaten earlier had finally caused sufficient movement in his massive gut to demand an excretion of epic proportions. Even a hippopotamus shits now and then to provide a few pounds of fertilizer for the environment.
Gary took his opportunity to get his own game on with the young bitch. He pulled Maria into his arms and kissed her full, soft lips gently and then pressed his mouth to hers and wrestled tongues with the naked teen as his large black hand fondled and squeezed her bare ass. He spoke softly to her not wanting Tom to hear his conversation.
He told her how sexy she was and that he wanted to fuck her one on one in private. He suggested that when the old man came from taking a shit, that she go to him and quietly tell him that she wanted to be with him first but that she wanted to be alone with him for her first time. Then when she had screwed him, it would be easy to justify their time in private. He stroked her long hair with the hand that wasn’t groping her ass and told her that Tom had a little cock that would be good to break her cherry on and he would give her the kind of fucking a young girl needs to make her smile. Now go ahead and do it with him so we can party soon but don’t have too much fun with that old man sweetie. “I’m looking forward to fucking your hot pussy really good doll”, Gary said in closing.
Tom came back into the room as the fumes of gas lingered behind him from his royal dunk. Maria turned from Gary and swayed her sexy, bare ass over to his arms. She leaned across his fat belly and put her head on his shoulder and kissed his cheek. She quietly told him that she wanted him to be her first lover but if it was ok with him she would rather do it with him in private since it was her first time to make love. “Please baby? Would you ask your friend to let us be alone while I’m making love with you honey? You could tell him I’m a little bit scared and that I want my first time with a man to be special and that if he lets me and you do it alone first then he can be alone with me after we finish making love. Wouldn’t you like to have me all to yourself for my first time ever fucking baby? Please?” Maria begged so sweetly.
Tom gulped deep trying to get his senses back. This young girl actually wanted to give her body to him first and in private too!
He walked over to Gary and told him he wanted to talk to him a minute out in the hallway. Once there, he explained to Gary that Maria was scared and he thought it would be best if they fucked her separately. He was supposed to have her first anyway so he would spend some time with her and fuck her by himself then he would come out and let him (Gary) have his turn with her alone. Gary shook his hand and told him sure, he understood. Just don’t take too long and don’t use it all up man cause I want to drill her pussy real good and I hope its’ not too sloppy when I get a hold of her as he snickered and walked back into the den to wait his turn.
Tom smiled at the thought of taking this girl by himself. He had beat off so many times after watching young girls at the mall in their tight jeans, mini skirts, tiny shorts and their low-cut tops with their breasts on display for all those little boys but never for him. He had seen them let the boys hug on them and touch them but never did they give him a thought. He had wanted to fuck young pussy for so long it was just unreal. Now he had one begging for it from him.
He walked back into the bedroom to find his young prize sitting on the loveseat, still completely naked, with her long sexy legs crossed and reading a Teen Girl magazine she had found on the dresser. She put down the magazine and looked up at him to ask if everything was ok? “Yes sweetheart. Everything is fine. He understood how you feel and said he looks forward to seeing you later. But for now, its’ just you and me honey” Tom said. He sat down beside her and she leaned over to lay her head on his shoulder. She gently stroked his chest through his shirt as she told him she had dreamed about having that special man to want her and make love to her, to be her first lover.
Tom looked at her bare legs and that wonderful female split between her legs, bare of any covering and waiting for his exploration into its hidden cavern. He had wanted to hold a young naked girl like this for so long and now she belonged totally to him. “Why are your breasts red around your nipples baby?” he asked her as he ran his rough, dry fingers over her flesh.
She explained that his friends had played with them and wanted to suck them. “My breasts have milk in them too” she said as she gently pressed both sides of one her nipples to produce a drop of milk to prove she was telling the truth. “Would you like to taste it?” she asked. She cupped her right breast in her palm and offered it upwards to this man. He leaned over and flicked the drop from her nipple and then opened his mouth to swallow the top of her breast and suck. Her warm, nourishing milk began to squirt into his mouth and flowed past his lips, mouth and down his throat to his belly. He ran his left hand across her belly and down to her thighs before settling his hand on the top of her pussy. She kissed the top of his bald head and told him she wanted to make him really happy but he would have to teach her how to do stuff because she never had done that before. She could feel his hand pressing harder between her legs and she uncrossed them and opened them apart to let him play with her sex more.
And play he would. He massaged her pussy mound hard with his hand while a finger found her clit and flicked it back and forth. She moaned her approval of his fondling and told him how good it felt to her. He suddenly stopped and worked to get his huge body up from the loveseat. She looked up at with a sad look on her face. “Baby, do you not like how I look or feel to you? Maria asked.
He told her to get up and get in the bed so he could fuck her. “Yes baby” she said as she rose to her feet and whipped her ass for him on the way to the bed. “I want you to love me so much baby. Please don’t be mad at me. I’ll try hard to make it good for you baby I promise. Just please show me how to do it with you”.
He slowly took his clothes off leaving them in a pile on the floras she stared at the blobs of fat on his body. He had hanging breasts himself from the fat on his chest and a double belly-role that covered his waist. It was truly a vile sight to see. He crawled into the bed causing it to sink on his side and rolling Maria into his arms on her belly. He grabbed a double handful of her naked ass as he told her he’d wanted to get a young girl like her for a long time. He kissed her lips and neck and told her to get on top of him and spread her legs.
She did as she was told and swung her creamy bare leg across the mounds of fat to sit astraddle of him with her bare sex next to where his small cock laid under his bottom glob roll of fat. He told her to take his cock in her fingers and put it against her pussy hole. She used both hands to search under the mass to find his semi-hard cock and placed it against the lips of her pussy.
He took hold of her hips and started moving them back and forth to rub their sexes together to get his cock hard as possible. When he felt it harden against her he told her to rise up and sit down on it while she pointed it inside of her. She got it in place with his cock head just barely inside her cunt. “What do I do now?” she asked just as he used his hands on her hips to slam her down on it tearing her hymen apart forever. She cried out in pain as he laughed and said “that’s one less cherry in the world and I am the one that got yours honey! Now you’re a woman for real. She was crying with tears streaming down her cheeks.
He smiled and thought how he had always wanted to bust a sexy young thing’s cherry and now he had done it! “Fuck my cock whore! Quit crying and fuck you little slut.” He told her. He now knew this was a project he had to invest heavily in. A place where he could come and use young girls to his heart’s content. Indeed, the Pedophile Resort had to be financed so that young girls could be available whenever he wanted one.
“Move them hips slut. NOW!” Tom demanded. He pulled her back down towards him so he could lick and suck her breasts while he was fucking her. Maria was still trickling tears as her hips starting rocking back and forth on his cock, her bare hips bumping against his fat with every rocking motion. He pulled a breast to his mouth with his hands and flicked her nipple back and forth a few times before he bit his teeth into it causing her to cry out in pain again. “Damn I love it. I really love it,” he laughed. He began to chew and suck her breast as she did all the work on his cock rocking back and forth mindlessly. It had been less than five minutes of screwing when he grunted and shot his load of sperm into her pussy. His cock rapidly melted back down to a cocktail sausage and she had never even squirted a shot of cum.
“I’m sixty-three years old and I just fucked a sexy fifteen year old bitch” he snickered. “This is how life is supposed to be!”
He eased her off of him and rolled off the bed to go piss. He came back in and put his clothes back on. He started for the door and then stopped and told her he would tell Gary he could have sloppy seconds with her now. Thanks for the pussy. He turned and left her laying on her back naked and slowly sobbing with Tom’s sperm on her pussy lips along with a few drops of her blood from her torn virgin seal.
Gary eased back into the room to find the fifteen year old freshly fucked for the first time. He went to her and sat on the bed beside her naked body and babied her asking if she was ok? She told him it hurt her. He took her hand and helped her up to hug her. He got her to follow him to the Jacuzzi tub so he could clean her up and bathe her to get her feeling good again before he pounded her pussy himself. She would be spending the rest of the night fucking one on one with him.
He poured some elegant bath oil into the tub that began to bubble up immediately. She smiled and stepped into the tub one leg at a time as he admired her creamy legs and saw the drops of Tom’s sperm dripping from the lips of her pussy. She sat down in the bubble bath with the bubbles barely covering her nipples. He walked up and kissed the top of her head and told her how beautiful she was. He took a soft washcloth from the edge of the shelf and began to gently bathe her shoulders, arms and breasts. She inquisitively held one of her long legs at a time out of the water so he could bath each of them all the way down to her love split. She turned over in the tub and held onto the side with her hands and let her backside float up so Gary could bathe the rest of her. He gladly bathed her bare back and ass. She asked him if he wanted to join her in the tub but he declined and told her that he just wanted her body fresh and cleaned from Tom’s fucking for him. “You do want me to fuck you don’t you darling” Gary asked.
“Oh yes baby. I want to make you very, very happy in bed” Maria replied. Gary took a large, soft towel and held it out as his young prize stepped from the tub one leg at a time. He slowly and carefully dried her luscious body inch by inch from head to toe and everywhere between. She told him how sweet he was and that she had been looking forward to going to bed with him since she first saw him. “I think you’re so totally gorgeous” she said as she leaned into his arms and kissed his lips. He picked her naked body up in his arms and took her to the bed.
“You had an old man pop your cherry baby but you haven’t really been fucked yet. But you’ll soon know how it good it feels to be a woman with a real man’s cock filling you up.”
Maria scooted into the middle of the bed and waited for her lover to join her. He stood beside the bed as she watched him undress. He pulled his expensive polo shirt up over his head and dropped it on the floor. Maria’s eyes gleamed at the sight of his large muscles and hairless chest. It was quiet apparent that he worked out all the time. His stomach boasted a hard and well defined six pack. Then he unfastened his pants and slipped them down exposing his stylish boxers with the large bulge in them. His legs were even more muscular than his arms but her eyes were glued to the bulge in his boxers as he climbed onto the bed beside her. She told him that it looked like his thing was much bigger than Tom’s had been and she asked if it would hurt her when he put it in her. He kissed her soft lips and told her if wouldn’t hurt at all, it would make her feel so terrific when he gave it all to her.
He fell into the arms of the fifteen year old and they began to share deep, intimate kisses. Gary stopped for a minute saying he was thirsty. He took a beer from the small refrigerator beside the bed. Maria asked if there was a sprite she could have. He took one from the refrigerator and opened it for her. They sat up and talked a few minutes as they sipped their drinks. Pierre knew what Maria loved to drink and he had laced it with a hormone cocktail that would make her extremely horny in less than ten minutes. She didn’t have to drink it all, two good swallows would do the job very well and she would be craving cock for her pussy soon now. The itch in her vagina would be too much for her to control her desire to fuck. She was sitting propped up on her pillow with her sucked breasts still standing full and proud. Her feet were flat on the mattress, her knees raised in the air exposing her bald pussy for Gary to freely view.
He asked her why she liked living at the ranch? She wasted no time in telling him that she knew that men deserved girls to love and make out with and she wanted to do her part to make all the men she could happy. She also added that she never had such good friends as Pierre and the other girls. She talked about how they went to classes together to learn about how they could be more pleasing to men. She said she loved the workouts they did in groups and the sex appeal workshops and tanning bed, oh it’s just so great living here and waiting for men that want to be with me.
He took her sprite and sat it down on the bedside table beside his beer. He kissed her lips softly and asked her if she wanted to fuck now. “Yes baby. I want you to have all of it you want from me and I hope it will make you really happy” Maria replied.
Gary pulled her down on top of him as he lay down on the bed. His large black hands were roaming her silky white body. He kissed her lips and neck while his hands squeezed her ass cheeks and gripped her love handles above her hips. He licked her ears and nibbled her earlobes as one hand worked its way between her legs. She was feeling the love potion she had drunk now and moaning her approval of her lover’s attentions to her body. She could feel the huge swollen log in his boxers pressing against her bare belly and imprinting her belly ring into her skin. When he slipped a finger into her love slit and flicked her clitoris she moaned and squirted his hand with her cum and she knew right then she had to have his cock buried in her no matter what it took. She held herself up on her hands so that her beautiful breasts hung in his face with one nipple directly against his big lips.
He took her offering into his mouth and began to suck her breast top while his middle digit slowly worked her hole. He looked up to see her eyes closed and her mouth open as her breast milk started to flow into his mouth with each suction supplying him its warm, rich nutrition. He quickly changed to two fingers in her pussy and worked them around and in and out touching every spot of her young cunt.
He kept on working her hole harder and harder as he used his thumb to press and knead her clitoris and feed on her magnificent breast. Maria was losing control of her young body as her black lover played her body like a violin. Her belly ring dangled down across his stomach as he worked her to her first orgasm, her female cum squirting his fingers in rapid succession. Gary rolled her over onto her back wither legs spread wide and he switched to feed on her other breast now.
Now he began to get her ready for his big black snake in her young pussy. He was driving two fingers deep into her time after time as she rolled her hips against his playing digits. She ran her long slender fingers over his back feeling the man that was enjoying her young body. She softly moaned her approval. He broke from his breast sucking to ask her if she was ready to take a big cock into her hot pussy. She moaned back that yes, oh yes she wanted it so bad. The squishing sounds of juicy pussy being fingered were easy to hear in the bedroom. He retrieved his fingers from her and took them to her lips for her to taste her own juices. She greedily licked her pussy juice from his fingers as he smiled at this young wanton honey.
He slid his boxers down and off his feet as his huge man steak stood up proudly for the girl. Her eyes popped from her head as she saw the size of her black lover for the first time. He asked her again if she wanted it buried in her pussy. “Yes, but its so long baby, your sure it will all fit inside of me?” Maria asked. “We’ll make it fit gorgeous, we’ll make it fit inside of you and you’ll love it” Gary responded. Maria laid her long muscular legs wide open for him as he aimed his cock to its target.
The young girl instinctively took the head of his cock and placed it between her pussy lips making sure his aim was true. Her rich pink labia laid open for him, the first couple of inches slipping inside of her as she softly moaned. He began to slowly stroke those two inches in and out getting her use to its enormous girth. It was similar to a fat cucumber trying to fit inside a tiny radish. He watched her face grimace in some pain as he worked her more and more till her mouth opened to give her moans of pleasure and her soft cries of “yes, oh yes baby. That’s so nice.”
He slowly worked a little more cock into her until she was taking six inches without too much problem and was getting use to his fat cock spreading her vaginal canal out. Her hands were clenching the bed-sheet as her black lover gave his meat to her. Suddenly without any warning to her, he slid his cock out until the tip was barely in her pussy then sank the whole enchilada deep into her womb, all fourteen inches of glorious man-cock. Maria gasped in wonderment at what had pierced her very soul. She thrashed her hips to evade the enormous invader in a desperate attempt to get away but it was to no avail. His cock had her pussy nailed it to the bed like an African bushman spearing his prey for the kill! She wanted to get away from his black python but it was no use, she would have to take him over and over till he finished her pussy off and taught her how to satisfy a real man with her lovely young body. This was the kind of pussy every man dreamed about, tender, young, tight and oh so beautiful and sexy. It was also the kind of cock that a young girl could fall in love with.
He was driving his meat hard and deep into Maria while her hands held onto the headboard and her big freshly sucked breasts jiggled with every deep plunge of his cock into her pussy. The bed was rocking back and forth literally jumping off the floor in the rear when he hammered down into her delicious pussy. Maria was moaning loudly and squirting her female cum juice all around his large cock. The loud squishing sounds of a boiling hot, young pussy getting power fucked by a true man echoed off the walls of the bedroom. Maria was in ecstasy with every hard stroke pounding into her.
She moaned and cried out her pleasure as her sexy, long legs wrapped around her big black stud as he rode her pussy. Her feet were crossed and her toes clenched tight against her feet as her man stroked every fiber of her pussy. He was amazed at how tightly her pussy walls gripped his tool. It felt like a vice was clamped down tight around his huge cock. Her velvety vagina walls gripped and rippled all around the meaty shaft as he pounded her again and again. He had fucked so many girls he couldn’t remember them all. He had taken many college girls in his life but never a young girl like Maria. He’d wanted a young girl for so long but never even given a thought to having a sexy white girl.
The lips of her pussy were folding inward, being pushed in with every down stroke of the black monster because of its enormous girth. Then they were rolled back out every time a back stroke occurred. The fucking she was receiving was simply masterful. The whole bed was squeaking and popping to the rhythm of their fucking. She had no thoughts except the pleasure she felt between her legs as his cock used her pussy to satisfy his desires for his devilish lusts for young girls. Wave after wave of girl cum flowed around the invader as she used her hands to hold onto the headboard and her legs around his torso to push her hips up to meet his pounding cock. A beautiful young girl who until three months ago had been so protected by her mom was now a black man’s fuck toy!
His big cock was caught in a virgin vice grip already but now her pussy walls tighten even more trying to drain his balls of his love seed he had in storage for her. The bed was lurching off the floor and pounding the wall loudly as he drove into pussy time after time. Maria had no idea was she was even at any more. All she knew was that the monster cock driving into her was thrilling her to no end and that this must be heaven on earth. Her loud sexual moaning could be heard through the bedroom walls and all through the house. The other men were now just sitting back chilling in the living room listening to Maria getting a fucking she’d never forget.
Her black stud suddenly stopped and flipped her over onto her tight belly using his strong arms. He pushed her beautiful ass cheeks apart and eyed his new target. Her cute little brown anus was peaking at the spear headed towards it. Her face was buried in the pillow as she sought to catch her breath. He pushed his black cock-head slightly into her anus, forcing the puncture.
“Damn your tight bitch” Gary shouted. Maria’s head rose as she realized what he was about to do to her teenage body. “No. Please no” she cried out as he sunk the entire fourteen inches of black cock into her lovely young ass.
“Oh my God, oh my God” Maria cried. She was in extreme pain even though her pussy gushed out her female cum like a water hose soaking the bed under her. His hips slapped her buns causing them to jingle a tune with every rapid stroke into her ass. The pain was now beginning to subside and the young girl reached out to her sides fully extending her slender arms to grip the sides of the mattress with her fists and hang onto for the ride as the black cowboy began to break his young white mare in right.
Her ass was up in the air begging for his cock. He laughed at her telling her she should see her ass jump every time he rammed his cock into her. She knew what she was doing with him and feeling was so dirty and obscene but she couldn’t help how she felt. The hormones that she had unknowingly swallowed were driving her sexually insane. She was craving sex of any kind with every beat of her heart. Maria’s love for sex was clearly evident by her pulsating pussy and body. He chuckled at how she wiggled her ass for him showing her desire for more butt fucking. A lovely white teenage girl craving a black cock fucking her holes was a sheer delight to him.
He pulled his cock out with a loud pop as the suction let go and flipped her back over. “You want me to fuck that pussy that of yours some more baby” he asked her.
She wasn’t a bit shy in her response. “Yes, oh yes baby. Please put your cock in me again and make me your bitch. I want to be your steady pussy baby. You make me feel so awesome honey”.
He told her to grab her ankles and spread her legs in the air wide apart for him so he could fuck her hard. She followed his command immediately as her eyes glowed at the sight of his big cock and her pussy glistened with her female sex juices inviting his cock to a young tender meal again. He inserted the head of his fat cock into her vagina and plunged it deep and hard into her pussy as she gasped her approval. His big black hairy balls slapped her white ass cheeks as he bottomed out inside of her. He propped up on his hands as he began to pound his black python into her pussy. Maria’s feet and arms flayed wildly in the air while he stroked her to the maximum. She groaned deep sexual moans heard all through the house as they fucked like there was no tomorrow. Her head thrashed from side to side as her pussy boiled and creamed his cock over and over. Sweat built on both their bodies from the expenditure of so much sexual energy.
Maria finally truly felt like a true woman as her sex partner enjoyed her teen body to the fullest. She knew that this was the way a man and woman were supposed to have sex, were suppose to enjoy the fruits of a sexy young girl. Although she was only fifteen she could never enjoy sex with man more than this and she knew it. He loved her body and he showed it by the way he was fucking her.
Suddenly her black lover withdrew his cock from her pussy. “No, no please no. Don’t stop fucking me. I never want it to stop baby” Maria cried. “You really want some more of my cock Maria?” Gary asked. She begged him to fuck her again and again. “Well, I’ll fuck you some more on one condition” he said. I want you to get up and get yourself cleaned up and put on something very sexy. Then come out to the living room and apologize to the other men for how much noise you made during sex. Then offer to dance and strip for them as they watch your clothes come off. After that, you will beg them to all fuck you together, all three of them at once while I watch them take your body in every hole. I want to see you getting fucked in your mouth, ass and pussy all at the same time while I watch you ball them. If you do that for me then I’ll give you the hardest fucking you could ever want in front of them Maria.
She asked him if he was sure that was what he wanted. Yes he replied “ I want to see you do a really hot strip dance for them and then be a real slut with them Maria. She agreed she would do it for him. He cautioned her to be a real tease when she took her clothes off for them and then drain their cocks of all the sperm they have for you. Maria promised she would do her best to make them all very happy tonight.
He helped her naked body from the bed and gave her a deep kiss as he told her he was counting on her to really show off for him with the other men. He gave her the sprite she had starting drinking before. She downed the rest of it quickly not knowing how much more it would cause her to tingle all through her body and long to have men fucking the itch deep within her pussy.
He helped Maria to slip back into her short white housecoat so she could go out and give her apology to the men and to set up an approval of her dancing performance and her steamy sex session with the entire group of four men. He escorted Maria out to the living room on his arm and then let her speak to the group of men.
She told them she was sorry for how loud she had been during the bedroom sex and asked their forgiveness. She asked if they would like her to clean up and dress in something sexy and then allow her to do an erotic strip dance for them all and then have group sex with all of them at the same time. They quickly granted their approval and Maria turned to go and prepare for them.
He escorted Maria back to the bedroom where he examined her closet and dresser full of sexy clothes. He laid out a dark green Hollister tee shirt that would leave her hard belly showing with her belly ring, a light green pushup bra with little white hearts, a matching green playboy thong and a short denim mini skirt for her to take off in her dance. He went to wait for her entrance along with the other men. He knew this beautiful 15 year old would make an awesome strip dancer.
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The Powder 4
Linda and my sex life had changed drastically since my friend Bill had given me the white powder. What had been a boring once a week (if I was lucky) mercy
fuck had turned into daily orgies. Linda did anything I wanted, giving me head whenever and wherever I wanted, shaving her pussy, even slurping her tongue
over my dick, balls and ass. It was like being part of a porno movie!
I decided to expand her sexual horizons a bit. I planned a "poker game" where four friends would join me for a game of poker with Linda playing hostess. I
didn't tell my friends what to expect but I told Linda she would have to do anything I told her, to which she agreed. As I outlined my plan to her, I bent
her over the couch and
fuck my friends in any manner I told her to, she grunted her acceptance as she forced her ass back against me. Just as I finished my instructions, I pulled my dick out of her pussy and aimed it at her puckered asshole as she rammed back expecting my hard cock up her love hole. When my cock speared her anus, she didn't miss a beat, though I heard her gasp. She continued her rhythm of rocking back and forth on my dick, squeezing the shaft with her tight ass. Just then I was ready to explode and commanded her to turn and catch it with her mouth. She quickly turned and dropped to her knees engulfing my soiled cock with her mouth. Her mouth and tongue worked over my dick as I shot my load into her mouth. It is amazing the feeling you have when a woman swallows your cum without missing a drop, while at the same time slurping her tongue all around your cock. When the last drop had been sucked out of my rod, Linda kept working over my dick until it was clean.
I had invited Bill and three other friends to a friendly game of poker. Since we all belonged to the same gym, we had, at one time or another, taken a shower at the same time. This means I had seen the size of their cocks before. That is one reason why I invited these guys in particular. Bill was white, had a muscular build and had around a 9-inch cock that had to be as thick as my wrist. Conrad was black and though he wasn't as thick as Bill, had about a 12-inch rod that seemed to hang down to his knees. Jim was black and had a thicker cock about 10 inches. Art was white and had respectable 8-inch cock also fairly thick. I knew this was one night Linda wouldn't forget. She had only been fucked by one cock before and that was mine, about six inches and average thickness.
The guys arrived about 7 pm as planned. I led them into the family room area where we had set up a card table and chairs. Linda was in the kitchen out of
their sight for now. After some small talk, I dealt the cards and Conrad asked where the drinks were. I yelled out to Linda and said, "Honey, these guys need a little service here". The guys laughed a little because they knew that normally I would have gotten up to get it myself. Just then the kitchen door opened and Linda came out carrying a tray of drinks. She was wearing an apron and nothing else. The apron barely covered her big tits at the top with her nipples really showing through the fabric.
They guys kind of sat up and took notice, glancing in my direction but their jaws really dropped as she rounded the table and they saw she was completely
nude UNDER the apron. Her ass looked very inviting with the ties of the apron hanging down, swaying back and forth as she walked. I reached out and squeezed
one of her ass cheeks, giving it a little swat as she set down the drinks.ÂÂ
"Tonight, Linda is available for more that just serving us drinks," I said, "tonight Linda will service us also." I saw their questioning looks so I reached up and pushed Linda's apron bib aside and pinched her nipple. "Nothing is off limits," I said. Conrad was sitting on the other side of where Linda was standing so I looked at him and said, "go ahead, squeeze her tit if you want". He stared at her tit then at me and saw I was smiling my approval. He reached out and squeezed Linda's breast in his hand slowly sliding his fingers to her nipple and captured it in his long black fingers and not only squeezed but pulled her nipple to the side. When he released it her breast bounced back and forth but stayed outside the apron bib. She moaned slightly but went around the table finishing serving drinks as each man fondled her. Bill and Art both were content with mauling her tits but I noticed Jim reached behind her and fondled her ass. I couldn't tell but I think he might have slipped a finger into her cunt from behind because she jumped slightly before pushing back against his hand.
We pretended to play the poker game while we took turns groping Linda until I decided to up the stakes. I motioned for Linda and whispered to her. She got down on all fours. She looked great with her huge tits hanging down, swaying back and forth as she made her way underneath the table. She headed for Conrad first. I thought she might...seems like many women's fantasies include a large black cock.
She unzipped him while the rest of us peered under the table. She had trouble getting his cock out because he was already hard and a little too large for the
opening. When she finally got it out, his dick popped out slapping against her face. This left a trail of pre-cum from her eye down to her mouth as she gobbled up his rod. She used her tongue around his cockhead, paying special attention to the liquid oozing out of his purple monster head. She finally starting sucking on his cock, sliding her mouth up and down his rod, holding it with two hands. He was so large that even with two hands wrapped around his cock she filled up her mouth with what was left.
Conrad looked like he was in heaven. His legs splayed out under the table with Linda in between with her head bobbing up down on his black cock. His head lolled back with his eyes only half open as he panted with his mouth open.
I noticed that everyone watching had started to pant a little themselves and all of us had our cocks out and in our hands. I was on one side with Art and Bill on the other, watching closely and pumping our rods. Jim was on the opposite side of the table looking under from behind Linda. I could see his eyes were not on her mouth as she sucked Conrad's dick. His eyes were watched her fat ass cheeks swaying back and forth. He had his left hand slowly sliding up and down his thick black cock. Everytime his hand slide up, pre-cum oozed out of the tip of his dick. A long string dribbled from his dick slit.
With his other hand, he reached out and sunk two fingers into Linda's cunt. A wet squishing sound got Art and Bill's attention and they glanced back and were
mesmerized by Jim's black fingers pumping in and out of Linda's juicy pussy.
All the sudden Jim pulled his fingers out wiping them across Linda's ass. He grabbed the table with two hands and lifted it up and moved it to one side. He then got down on his knees and plunged his cock into her wet snatch in one fell swoop. Linda grunted and opened her mouth and gasped but kept Conrad's dick in her mouth. Conrad used that time to grab her head and force his cock down her throat. She struggled a bit at first and appeared to gag a little but she got the hand of it fairly quickly it seemed. Soon she was reaching out to grab his hips on both sides to force as much as she could get into her mouth.
Jim, meanwhile, was fucking the hell out of her pussy, sliding his cock all the way out and plunging it back in with so much force that Linda rocked forward forcing more of Conrad's shaft down her throat. Pretty soon Jim and Conrad had the rocking motion down pat and Linda looked like she was sliding up and down a huge black cock.
All the sudden both Jim and Conrad gasped and shuddered, plunging into Linda from both ends at the same time and emptied their loads inside her. Art, Bill and I, as if on cue, also sprayed cum on Linda's hair and back. She had cum dripping from just about everywhere.
The four guys and I were really spent but Linda crawled around on her hands and knees to each of us and worked over our cocks cleaning any residue left. She paid special attention to Jim's cock, which was covered with her own cunt juices. She seemed to enjoy her own taste. I wondered if she would enjoy lapping another woman's cunt? Well that would have to wait until another night. Tonight she was going to get all the fucking and sucking she could handle.
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High Score
High Score
-- by jessicablank
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Dorthy hesitantly pushed open the door to the sex boutique, and heard the little electronic chime announce the arrival of another customer. She'd been afraid to simply walk in, even though her friends had told her it was a high-class store in a nice part of town. With the door open, she took a quick glance around the room, and realized the shoppers walking up and down the aisles were all ages (though, clearly, all adults), male AND female, and most of them dressed well and even fashionably. They could be office professionals, doctors, lawyers, salesmen and saleswomen. Definitely not the shabby, all-male clientele Dorthy associated with the words "adult store." This place suited "upscale suburbia" v
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A few more steps brought Dorthy through the doorway. She let go of the door, allowing it to close, and began browsing the products in one aisle, glancing at the packaged dildos, toy handcuffs, and black oval masks -- trying to look interested, but not TOO interested. There seemed to be a mild scent of perfume all about the place, almost like those stores that sold fancy soaps and bubble baths, and Dorthy found that somewhat soothing, even relaxing. Much more so than the Christmas music playing in the background, just like every other store this time of year. She was so tired from trudging through the mall from one shop to the next. Searching for the perfect gift for a friend or a relative. So tired. Feet aching, mind numb from all the bright displays and twinkling lights. She wanted a break from holiday shopping -- wanted to set all that aside and do something really special, for herself. Something unusual. Even daring.
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Dorthy picked up a bright pink rubber butt plug, tightly shrink-wrapped in plastic. Not quite the direction of "daring" she had in mind, though she found her eyes running over some of the other appliances, taking in the large variety of colors, shapes, and sizes. Some of them looked absolutely gigantic, making the one in her hand seem tame and ordinary by comparison. She set the plug back down on the shelf, hoping nobody had noticed her staring. Looking up, sneaking a glance at the other shoppers, Dorthy realized some of them probably felt as awkward as she did. Certainly precious few of them were comfortable enough to go marching up to the counter, several dildos in hand, and start chatting up the salespeople at the register. She could just imagine. "Is this all you've got? Perhaps in the back, you have something a little more -- oh, I don't know... geometric? With square edges? Or perhaps a corkscrew shape?" She smiled a little, relaxing a bit more. Her sense of humor always helped her feel more comfortable.
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She saw that all of the walls had displays of clothing, draped on hangers or worn by mannequins. Teddies made of nearly transparent material, with little ribbons. Negligees with feather boas. Garter belts, stockings. Wigs. Running through the spectrum, all the way to tight catsuits, leather corsets, boots, and "clothes" that were nothing more than strips of vinyl linked by rings and buckles. Hmmm... intriguing. But clothes are most interesting if you're going to show off to someone else. Dorthy wanted something all for herself. Private. Yes, something she could do all alone, or maybe with somebody else -- but it would be her choice, either way. She walked down another aisle, thinking some more about those butt plugs and dildos.
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And at the end of the aisle... she saw it. The sex rider.
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Oh, it didn't really look like all that much. Not a test of one's bravery, like some of the Gargantuan vibrators on the shelves nearby. It looked like a large bolster pillow on the floor, covered with vinyl, with a dildo sticking up out of it, a remote control to one side. So simple. But Dorthy had heard about these. About how they wiggled, and circled, and vibrated. Touching all the right places. In all the right ways. She walked toward the display, looking at the rider. Looking at the pictures nearby, of a woman seated on the cushion, clearly deeply impaled by the dildo, fondling her breasts. A look of rapture on her face. The small table nearby held a collection of dildos and plugs -- clearly the dildo could be removed and replaced with other attachments of different shapes, sizes, configurations. Dorthy smiled again as she thought about the corkscrew...
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"Can I help you miss?"
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Dorthy nearly jumped! She hadn't noticed the saleslady walking up behind her. It was hard to tear her eyes away from the machine on display, hard to direct her drifting thoughts toward anything else. But she turned -- and found herself caught by the saleslady's eyes. They were a deep green. Like sea water. Like a forest. They seemed to spin...
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"I... I was..." Dorthy tried to remember why she was looking at something. What she was looking at. Something. The woman was taller than her, and had long, blonde hair.
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"You were relaxing," the saleslady said. "Drifting... and relaxing... It's been a long day, and you're tired..."
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"Yes," Dorthy replied. Almost whispering.
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"Tired, and sleepy, and looking for a way to relax," the saleslady continued.
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"I was..." Was she trying to remember something. The saleslady's eyes were so pretty. Her voice so soothing. She knew exactly how Dorthy felt, what she wanted...
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"Let yourself relax some more, because it feels so good," the saleslady continued. "Just let go and drift down. That's right. Your eyes are tired. Tired. Let your eyes close. Just for a moment."
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Dorthy's eyes seemed to shut, oh so gently. It felt so good. Just to stand there, not moving, and listen.
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"And listen to my voice. That's right. Relax. You want to relax. You want to let go. And relax. You are now completely relaxed, and focused on my voice. That's right. Now, listen carefully. Because I'm going to tell you something very important. Something you're going to like a lot! In the back room, I'm going to demonstrate how this sex machine works. You want to be at that demonstration. Don't you? Nod your head yes!"
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Dorthy's head gently bobbed down and up, twice.
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"Good girl! You find yourself VERY aroused by this machine, don't you? You're starting to feel wet between your legs. Nod your head yes."
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Dorthy nodded again, and tightened her thighs together, wiggling a little. The voice knew exactly what she wanted.
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"Listen carefully, now. Tell me your name."
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"Dorthy."
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"Good. Dorthy, you're getting so aroused by this machine, you want to try it out yourself. Don't you?"
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Dorthy's mouth went dry. She started to say, "Yes" -- but could not speak. She nodded her head again.
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"Well, I'm going to help you, Dorthy. Listen carefully. I'm going to count to three. When I reach three, you will wake up, and follow me into the back room, where I have a machine just like this, all set up. And you will be unable to resist sitting down on it. Do you understand?"
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Dorthy was trembling, now. She couldn't wait to get onto the machine. Her mouth hung open, slightly, and she nodded again.
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"Good girl. On the count of three, now. One, slowly coming around. Two, eyes starting to open. And three, wide awake."
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Dorthy seemed to lose her balance for a moment. She looked at the saleslady and smiled, a little embarrassed. The blonde woman smiled back, her green eyes glinting, almost mischievously. She crooked her finger for Dorthy to follow, and turned. With a quick backward glance at the sex machine, Dorthy followed the saleslady through the curtained doorway, into the back room.
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Inside, there were rows and rows of shelves, reaching from floor to ceiling. All of them filled with boxes of more dildos, lubricants, and sexy costumes. Dorthy was amazed at how much inventory there was, ready to replenish the shelves out front or be sent out for orders received by mail or the internet. The perfumed scent of the shop was not as strong, here. Instead, it mostly smelled like cardboard boxes, and a little dusty. She followed the tall woman past shelf after shelf, listening to the click, click, click of her boots echoing in the little warehouse. Shortly, they arrived at a room near the back, with an open doorway. The woman entered, and turned, looking back at Dorthy, gesturing an invitation to enter the room. Dorthy hesitated. She could see it was just the break room -- a small table and a couple of chairs, a sink with a coffee maker and a rack of tea bags on the counter. Then she saw the vinyl-covered bolster cushion on the floor. Her knees felt weak. And her mind felt tired again, swimming, relaxing. The wetness between her legs -- where was that coming from? She wanted nothing more than to sit on that cushion.
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"Come on in, Dorthy," the saleslady said. "Sit down. And RELAX!"
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Dorthy walked through the doorway, set her purse down, and stepped over to the cushion. She straddled it, one leg on either side, and began to lower herself onto it. For some reason, she found herself lifting her dress as she did so, settling her crotch down onto the smooth, cool surface -- separated from her skin only by the thin material of her panties.
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The saleslady walked toward Dorthy, and pulled one of the chairs closer so she could sit directly in front of her. "That's right, Dorthy," she said. "Just relax. Let your mind drift again. I'm going to help you relax, now." She held up a shining crystal pendant, that dangled from a thin chain, spinning it gently. The pendant caught the brightness from the lights overhead, and threw little flashes of sparkling colors into Dorthy's eyes. "Watch the crystal, Dorthy. And listen to my voice. Let it relax you deeper and deeper. Let your body relax onto the cushion. The cushion of the sex rider. It feels so good, doesn't it? You just can't wait for me to turn the machine on. Can you?"
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Dorthy's head shook slowly back and forth, this time. No, she couldn't wait. She began rubbing her crotch against the cushion, feeling her clitoris harden. Feeling the cool vinyl become warm against her skin.
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"That's a good girl. This is going to feel SO good! Now watch the crystal. Watch as it spins. Watch as you listen to my voice. Watch as you feel yourself become sleepy. Relaxed and sleepy. Sleepy and relaxed. Every time you see the crystal and hear my voice, you will find yourself becoming relaxed, just like this. Relaxed, and aroused, feeling the cool, smooth surface of the machine pressing against your pussy. You're so horny, now. You are just dripping! You can't wait any more." The woman snapped her fingers. "Hear that click? That was me turning on the machine. Feel the dildo, now. Pushing up, out of the machine. Pushing up into you. Mmmm, it's so thick! But you are so wet, that it slides in, easily."
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Dorthy could feel her pussy lips being spread, and the intruder impaling her -- so big.
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Another snap of the fingers. "Now I'm turning on the vibrator. The machine is starting to hum, and twirl, and circle and buzz inside your pussy. Doesn't it feel good?"
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Starting to pant, now, Dorthy began thrusting her hips downward against the cushion. Pumping down onto it, wiggling her hips. Her eyes began to close, as she stared into the crystal, and raised her hands up to her breasts, just like the woman she'd seen in the picture.
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She scarcely noticed it when another woman entered the room, and stood near the saleslady, watching. Dorthy scarcely noticed -- but she did not care.
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"That's right," the saleslady said. "Pump your pussy down onto the dildo. Feel it thrust and wiggle and buzz inside you. Bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. Closer and closer!"
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Dorthy was pumping harder, now. Squeezing her breasts, grabbing her own nipples through the cloth of her blouse, through her bra. The saleslady looked up at the other woman, and they nodded to each other, smiling. Then she looked back at Dorthy, while continuing to spin the crystal. Watching the little slut humping the cushion was getting her so excited, the saleslady began rubbing her own thighs together. Her free hand began wandering around her own body, touching and stimulating herself, while she played with the girl's mind.
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"Now, Dorthy, I want you to look up at the wall. Can you see a display there, with some numbers?" Dorthy looked up, her eyes not quite open. "You can see it -- a big digital display, with big red numbers. Like we use in the store that says Now Serving Customer Number... And right now, it says zero-zero. Can you see it?"
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Dorthy pumped and panted -- but she nodded her head.
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"Good girl. This display is attached to the sex rider. And do you know what it counts? It counts orgasms."
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Dorthy moaned. The word "orgasm" sounded so good! She was almost there!
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"But one more thing, Dorthy," the saleslady said. And again she snapped her fingers. "That's me turning on a very special feature of the machine! You see, Dorthy, that dildo is special. It's gently electrified. And as soon as you get close to orgasm, it's going to turn on the electricity -- and make your pussy NUMB! You won't be able to feel a thing! You won't be able to cum! Do you understand, Dorthy?"
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Dorthy's eyes went wide, realizing what she'd just heard. She nodded her head, still unable to speak, biting her lip. She pumped her hips, unable to stop, and dug her fingers into her breasts.
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"Yes, your pussy will go NUMB -- and your orgasm will be transferred. You know what transfer means, Dorthy? The machine will transfer your orgasm to ME. Instead of YOU cumming, it will be ME cumming."
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Dorthy moaned again, thrusting, pumping. So close!
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"That big, red display is going to count orgasms. But it's not going to count YOUR orgasms. It's going to count MINE! You're so close, aren't you Dorthy."
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Dorthy nodded. Pumping. Squeezing.
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"Closer... and closer... NOW," the saleslady said. "Cum NOW -- oh, but you can't. _I_ am cumming!" And she was. The saleslady squeezed her thighs tightly together, and she felt the orgasm rippling through her own clitoris, her belly -- wave after wave, cresting over and over.
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As Dorthy approached orgasm, she thrust her hips down, HARD, against the cushion, pausing her pumping only a moment.
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"You are trying so hard to cum," the woman continued. "But your clitoris has gone completely numb. Your pussy has gone completely numb. You can feel the gentle hum of the electricity inside your pussy, as your orgasm passes. As it passes to ME. See the display, Dorthy. Look, as it changes from zero-zero to zero-one!"
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Dorthy looked up at the blank wall, certain she saw the display. Saw it changing. And moaned, frustrated.
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"Oh, that felt so good!" the saleslady cried. And it had. "It felt so good for ME to cum. But YOU did not! Now, listen to me, Dorthy. The dildo has stopped being electrified. The feeling is returning to your pussy. The numbness is gone. Feel the dildo thrusting and spinning inside you again!"
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Dorthy started pumping her hips again. Her little pink tongue was sticking out through her shiny lips.
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"Watch the crystal. Mmmmm, the crystal flashing, and the dildo pumping in and out of you. Feel so good! Getting closer and closer to another orgasm! Closer!" Dorthy pumped harder. "Closer!" And harder. "Cum NOW -- oh, but the electricity turns on again. You can't cum! _I'm_ cumming! See the display flip to zero-two!"
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Dorthy moaned and bucked, trying to get the feeling back in her pussy. Trying to go over the edge. Squeezing her breasts hard, trying to cum from ANY sensation. But she just couldn't do it!
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"The electrification is gone. You can feel the dildo again, Dorthy. Feel it pumping into you. Getting closer and closer to number three." Dorthy whimpered, wiggling, pumping. "NOW! Cum NOW! Electrified. You can't cum! Oh, MY pussy feels so good! Mmmmm! Zero-three!"
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Dorthy bounced on the cushion. Her eyes squeezed shut. She shook her head, tossing her hair back and forth, so it fell in tangles around her face.
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"Electrification gone. So close again. Number four! Electrified! NUMB!"
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Dorthy twisted her torso back and forth, shaking, squealing.
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"You can feel again. Closer and closer. Number five! NUMB! Feeling again. Closer. Number six. NUMB!"
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Tears were running down Dorthy's face, now. Humping, bucking, bouncing, whining. Whimpering in little gasps.
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"Seven!... Eight!... Fifteen!... Twenty-seven!... Thirty-five!"
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Dorthy had become quieter and quieter as the number progressed. Humping even the tiniest amount brought her right to the edge of orgasm -- where she lost it, every time. Her eyes opened, blindly, staring up at the crystal. Staring into the flashing lights. Staring up at the display. Wiggling her hips ever so gently. Cum. Numb. Count. Pump. Cum. Numb. Count.
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"Forty-three!... Fifty!"
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Dorthy was no longer moving. Now, she simply listened to the words. Listened to the commands. Cum. Numb. Count. Cum. Numb. Count.
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"I'd say you've won the bet," the saleslady's friend said, patting her shoulder.
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The blonde looked up at her, smiling, and wiggled her eyebrows. "I'll be by to collect, later," she replied, clearly enjoying her triumph. "I think it's time to grant this little girl some release!" She turned back to Dorthy, and snapped her fingers again. "Dorthy, I have just turned off the electrics. You can feel the dildo again -- and this time, you can go all the way. You can cum!"
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Instantly, Dorthy doubled over on top of the cushion, pumping wildly down onto it. Up and down, up and down. Squealing, whimpering. Curling into a little ball on top of the cushion, face pressed firmly against its cool surface. Dorthy squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples, shaking. The waves of orgasm ran up and down her body, through her legs, between her legs, up through her breasts and her arms. Up her back in ripples, in shivers. Up her neck into her head, where they felt like a scream -- a scream muffled by the cushion against her face. She sat there, curled up, shivering and pumping and moaning for several minutes, mindlessly engulfed by spasm after spasm -- as if finally experiencing all the orgasms that had been counted, but that she hadn't been able to feel. Finally she became quiet again. Quiet and relaxed. Just lying in a little heap on the cushion.
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"Good girl," the saleslady said. "Just drift here a moment. Let it all go and relax."
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Dorthy rolled her head to one side, still lying on the bolster cushion. Almost hugging it, her eyes closed. She inhaled a deep breath and let out a contented sigh, a big smile on her face. Her bottom wiggled a couple of times, seemingly of its own accord, expressing joy and contentment.
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"Very good," the blonde said. "Now I'm going to count to three again, and you're going to wake up. You're going to feel relaxed and refreshed. Invigorated. All tension gone. Ready now... One... Two... Three." She snapped her fingers.
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Dorthy's eyes popped open, and she sat up on the bolster cushion, feeling a little disoriented. She looked up into the saleslady's eyes -- jade-green, sea-green, forest-green -- and she felt so good, so comfortable. Then she realized she was still sitting on the sex machine, skirt hiked up around her waist. Dorthy looked down a moment, feeling a little embarrassed, then concluded that after what she'd been through -- with what she wanted, what she NEEDED -- embarrassment was no longer a consideration. No longer important. She looked back up into those deep green eyes.
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"Oh, that was good!" Dorthy said, finding her bottom wiggling again. Awkwardly, she rocked forward and stood up, still straddling the cushion. She lifted one leg and stepped back, swaying for a moment till she got her balance. She looked down at the machine, and was surprised to find there was no dildo -- not even a hole for one. Her panties were still in place, and soaking wet. What had happened here, she wondered?
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"You liked that, did you?" the blonde asked. One eyebrow arched, and she smiled.
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"Oh, yes," Dorthy replied, not quite sure what she remembered of the experience. But feeling so relaxed and energetic at the same time. "I'd... I'd like to buy one of these, please!"
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"Well," the blonde explained, her smile growing wider, "I don't work here. I'm just visiting my friend Rebecca, who owns the place." So, she wasn't a saleslady after all? Dorthy was feeling even more confused. "You can call me MzDominica."
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"Um, pleased to meet you..." Unsure what to do, Dorthy held out her hand. Somehow, a gentle girl-girl handshake seemed too formal a greeting, but she couldn't think of anything else. She felt Dominica take her hand and draw her close -- finding herself gazing again into those arresting green eyes.
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"You're a very good subject, you know," Dominica said.
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"Subject?" Dorthy found herself thinking of kings and queens. Surely that couldn't be what this fascinating woman meant.
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"For hypnosis," the tall blonde replied. "Erotic hypnosis is my specialty." She continued to hold Dorthy's gaze. "And you respond very, VERY well."
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"Oh..." Dorthy was finding it hard to think -- but now everything made sense. There hadn't been a machine after all. It was like a dream. A very sexy dream. She glanced back down at the bolster cushion on the floor. That's all it was...
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"Cum!" Dominica commanded. "Cum NOW!"
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Dorthy thought to herself, "Yeah, right!" almost laughing out loud. But then the familiar waves began to grow in her still-wet pussy, and she felt her knees going week. The orgasm spread out from her belly, and her hips pushed forward, while she gasped, holding onto MzDominica's hand for balance. She turned her gaze back toward Dominica, somehow seeing the glittering crystal pendant flashing in those bottomless green eyes.
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"Stop!" Dominica commanded. And the waves immediately ceased, surprising Dorthy with how suddenly they disappeared -- leaving her at the crest of a powerful spasm, now halted and unfulfilled. "A little post-hypnotic suggestion, there. Did you like that, too?"
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"Can I see you again?" Dorthy blurted out. The tone of her own voice surprised her -- she sounded pleading, almost desperate.
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"Of course, baby, of course," Dominica replied. Somehow -- like a magic trick -- she produced a business card, seemingly from nowhere. It was a mini-CD, with a picture of her gorgeous green eyes, and a link to her website. "There's a free trance on there." She pressed it into Dorthy's hand. "Listen to it. And if you like what you hear, you'll know how to contact me."
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Dorthy found herself nodding again, taking the card. Trying to remember why she had come into this shop in the first place. Ah, yes. An adventure. Something for herself. Well, she certainly had found THAT, hadn't she? The card suddenly seemed all the more precious...
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"Though I DON'T work here," Dominica continued, "I should ask... ARE you still interested in the sex machine? I'd hate for Rebecca to lose a potential customer!" She looked at Dorthy as if her answer mattered, but was not of earth-shaking importance.
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Dorthy thought about it a moment, realizing that everything she'd just been through had been without the machine. Without a REAL machine, anyway. But also realizing that her pussy was both soaking wet and seemingly on fire. Her response had been without any idea more than a guess of what the machine REALLY felt like. Imagine what it would be like under hypnosis... if she really knew... for sure...
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"Yes!" Dorthy almost shouted, acting more like a little girl in a candy store than a woman in a sex shop. "Yes, I do. I want to know what it REALLY feels like!" Dominica looked just a tiny bit disappointed. "And then come back to you. For more!"
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MzDominica's smile returned, as she considered this new angle. "Then we'd better go out to the front, and talk to Rebecca," she said. "But first, girl -- I think you'll want to freshen up a bit. This way." She beckoned to Dorthy, who picked up her purse. Then Dominica led her out the door of the break room back into the warehouse, then around the corner to the restroom.
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Dorthy pushed the door open and walked inside. She took one look in the mirror, and after a brief gasp of mild horror, began to laugh at herself gently. Hair disheveled, mascara streaks running down her cheeks, lipstick smeared. Oh, yes -- an adventure indeed. She ran some water, rinsed her face, and toweled off some of the worst blotches. Then she opened her purse, pulled out a brush, and started setting her hair to rights, before repairing her make-up. Just as she was applying fresh lipstick, Dominica pushed the restroom door open a crack.
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"CUM!" she said. "STOP!"
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Dorthy spasmed, jerking the lipstick upward, leaving a smear on her right upper lip. She darted a look at Dominica that -- she hoped -- expressed a tiny bit of exasperation as well as amusement. She pulled out a towel and wiped the smudge. Dominica let the door close, and Dorthy could hear her chuckling outside.
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Dorthy wondered what she was getting herself into. And then pushed the whole question aside. Wasn't that what an adventure was -- experiencing something new? Why spoil the surprise by trying to figure it all out ahead of time?
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She inhaled a deep breath, blew it out, and did a last check in the mirror. Not perfect, but serviceable. At least she didn't look like a hired slut at the end of a big stag party. At least she fit in again -- on the outside -- with all those office administrators and doctors shopping the aisles of this fancy adult store. Boutique. Dorthy laughed, quietly, wondering how many of them felt just like her, inside -- or wished they did. Wished they could let go, and enjoy the adventure.
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"Are you ready in there?" Dominica's voice came from outside, accompanied by a knock on the door. A knock! As if she needed permission to enter, someone who could do what she had done with the simple words cum and stop. "Are you ready?"
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"Ohhhhh, yes!" Dorthy replied. "Yes, I am!"
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She squared her shoulders, grabbed her purse, and turned smartly toward the door, as if she were marching off to embark on a world tour. Another deep breath, and she pulled in the door and exited. Dorthy immediately found her gaze again caught in Dominica's eyes -- and both of them smiled.
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Mountains of Rubber,Ch.9,Dark and Airless (The Conclusion)
Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 9, Dark and Airless (The Conclusion)
-- by jessicablank
Synopsis: Dan/Daniella is enjoying a wonderful weekend of servitude, up in the mountains with MzDominica. Sunday morning, Mistress kept Daniella in a deep brainwashing trance while letting the slave watch close up, as Dominica took the long laces from a friend's leather outfit, tied little bumps in one cord, and masturbated herself to an intense orgasm. She then sent Daniella to the bathroom, with orders to put on the remote-controlled rubber panties and present herself for further orders.
Chapter 9, Dark and Airless:
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Daniella reached the bathroom on her hands and knees, her body feeling so heavy, her mind so empty. She crawled through the door into the bathroom, and suddenly felt light, like a balloon. Like a leaf, being blown upwards by a warm, summer breeze. She felt, not so much like she was standing up, as that she was floating. Rising, not through any will or effort of her own. Her body simply responding to outside forces, completely beyond her control.
She looked into the mirror, but scarcely noticed what it actually reflected. Instead, she saw with her mind's eye. She reached up to the long, blonde hair she saw reflected in the mirror, and curled her fingers into the tresses. Stroking her hand downward, all the way past her shoulders, combing her hair with her fingers, Daniella could feel the long strands between her fingers. Both hands reached up and cupped her round, firm breasts, squeezing them. She gently tugged at both nipples, with thumbs and forefingers, and her eyes drifted closed at the sensation. Her pussy was getting so hot and wet!
Pussy... wet... that was right... Daniella remembered she needed to get ready. Needed to take a long, emptying pee and then get back into those rubber panties for Mistress. The thought of the soft rubber, caressing her clit made her drift even more for a moment. But the urge to obey was rapidly becoming stronger than her need to drift and play with her aching nipples. Obey... obey... obey... She saw Dominica's booted legs in front of her, felt herself kneeling on the floor looking up at them. She could feel Mistress' hands on her shoulders, pushing her down, forcing her into a seated position on the toilet, her body tilted forward, her ass pushing the base of the butt plug firmly against the back of the seat. She could hear Mistress voice ordering her to release!
Daniella's mind dropped even deeper into trance, as she continued to play with her nipples, her lower body entirely beyond her control, all sensation but her nipples lost in the trance. She heard Mistress' words over and over, telling her to drop deeper, sink deeper, obey, calling her name Danieelllllaaaaaa! Mistress' voice said a special trigger word, and Daniella's mind blanked out completely, forcing her to obey. Her belly and bladder clenched tightly, expelling every tiny drop -- while the butt plug remained firmly pressed into her ass.
Feeling dizzy, Daniella began to awaken. Slowly. Flashes of light sparkled in her head. Her hands tingled as they began to relax, no longer pinching her nipples so firmly. Her eyes opened, and stared at nothing for a few moments. Then she reached up with one hand, like a robot, pulled a few sheets off the tissue roll, and wiped her pussy. She stood up, reached back, flushed -- and the sound of the rushing water woke her up further. Enough to realize... enough to realize she had a task to perform.
The panties. The rubber panties. Where had she left them?  She remembered showering with them -- oh, had she left them in the bathtub, all wet on the floor? Daniella started to walk across the room, ready to draw back the shower curtain -- and noticed that the rubber panties were resting on a small towel on the counter top, next to the plastic bottle of talcum powder. The panties were clean, dry, and ready to put on.
The slave couldn't remember doing this. She began to wonder when MzDominica might have... No, she wouldn't be doing menial tasks like this, there had to be... The shiny rubber of the panties looked so soft and smooth and squishy. Daniella picked up the panties, and trailed her fingers over the black surface, feeling it slip and catch, slip and catch, against her skin. She lifted the panties up to her face and inhaled. They still smelled like new rubber, somehow. The surface touched her cheek, and the sensation felt like a command, to obey MzDominica... obey MzDominica.ÂÂ
It was so hard to set the panties down, so she could shake talcum powder out of the bottle, spread it around her bottom and upper thighs, and around her pussy. But as soon as she was done, Daniella had the thrill of again picking up the rubber panties, touching them, feeling them -- stepping in and feeling them slide up her legs. Tugging and pulling, patting the rubber smooth against her skin. The slave looked at her shiny, black rubber-covered bottom in the mirror, and gave it a wiggle. Then she looked into her own eyes, and gave herself a wink and a big smile. Certainly, she was a pretty little rubber whore for her Mistress!
And that thought made her feel so heavy! Her knees seemed to buckle, in slow motion, and Daniella dropped to the floor, again on her hands and knees. Her head and shoulders seemed to be magnetized, pulled, drawn out the doorway. She crawled -- eyes unfocused and unblinking -- she crawled out the bathroom door, down the hallway, into her room. The magnetic pole was here -- right in the middle of the floor, in front of the four-poster bed. Daniella's head slowly bent down, down, down until her forehead touched the floor, touching that magnetic pole. And she waited, mind empty and blank. No time passed. A thousand years passed. It did not matter. The universe was empty without Dominica's presence.
Daniella was instantly aware when Mistress walked into the room -- and yet remained blank, unthinking, frozen in position. Her eyes open, staring at the floor, she was able to just catch a glimpse in her peripheral vision of Dominica's feet as she walked past. No boots this time, the slave had seen bare skin. And toes. That registered in her otherwise empty mind -- but Daniella could not contemplate anything further. All she knew was that Mistress had returned, and the universe existed again.
There was a sound -- it was Dominica sitting on the bed. There was a sensation of touch -- it was the back of her head being stroked. There was a command -- it was Mistress' voice.
"Look up, rubber... slave..." Dominica commanded.
Daniella shifted her weight back, and smoothly -- quickly -- tilted her head and torso upward, so she could gaze up at her Mistress. Her breath caught as she saw Dominica's feet, in sandals this time. Then her eyes trailed up the smooth, shiny legs, to Mistress' knees, to her ample breasts... look up... look up... the slave obeyed, and her eyes rose higher... to Mistress' shiny red lips... and finally to her deep, green eyes. Caught in the swirling of those beautiful green eyes...
"Do you know what day this is?" MzDominica asked.
The slave started to say "No," but found herself reluctant -- possibly even unable -- to form the word. Something shifted pathways in her brain, and she replied, "I do not, Mistress."
"It's Sunday," Dominica said, "and it's time to get ready to go home."
Daniella wasn't quite sure what any of these words meant. Days didn't matter, and home was anywhere near Mistress. She stared up at Dominica, face blank, mind blank, awaiting instructions.
"Time to wake up, babi," Mistress commanded. "Wake up!"
Dan felt the haze in his mind quietly disappear, like fog blown away by a sudden breeze. He still looked up at Dominica with worshipful eyes, but he now understood the meaning of her words. "Sunday already?" His voice was almost a whisper.
"Yes, little slave," Dominica said, "Are you okay?"
"Yes, Mistress," Dan replied. "But I can hardly believe it's already Sunday! I lost all track of time."
"Mmmmm, but did you enjoy it?" Mistress trailed a finger down Dan's cheek.
The sensation triggered Dan into a light trance again. So hard to think. "Yes, Mistress," he said, as if in a dream. "You have been so wonderful to me, Mistress Dominica!"
Dominica snapped her fingers. "Wake up!" she said, laughing. "You need to get dressed." She pointed to the pallet on the floor. "All your things are there. Get up. Put them on -- OVER the rubber panties. Make sure nothing is missing. I'll be back in a couple of minutes, and I expect to find you back on the floor, kneeling here, ready to go. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," Dan replied, bowing his head to the floor. Before he could rise again, Dominica had already left the room.
He stood up, realizing his knees were sore again, and walked over to the pallet. He remembered arriving Friday night, his cotton pants soaked with pre-cum from the ride up, and felt a little uncomfortable at the idea of putting them back on, the stain on front for all to see. But when he picked up his clothes, he noticed that they had been freshly laundered, and even folded! His wallet and other belongings were in a little stack, between his folded clothes and his loafers. There was definitely someone... um... The thought escaped him. Mistress was coming back in a couple of minutes, he needed to hurry.
No time for the panty hose. No need for the satin panties. Those things he stuffed into a pocket of the overnight bag. Dan pulled the pants up his legs, fastened them. Put on the bra, backwards. Hooked it, pushed it around his chest, then looped his arms into the straps. Fairly flew into the shirt. Pulled on the socks, slipped into the shoes. Hurry. Get ready. Need to be ready. He shoved the wallet and other things into his pockets. He checked the overnight bag, and all his toiletries had been neatly packed inside. Everything seemed to be there.
Just as Dan started to think about... something... he heard MzDominica's footsteps down the hall, coming closer. A last, quick check of everything -- and he noticed the big suitcase, on the floor next to the bed, opened. There was only one thing in it -- but he had no time to look and see what it was. Dan's legs seemed to just collapse under him, and he dropped into his kneeling position again, forehead touching the floor, eyes closed.
Step... step... step... MzDominica walked slowly into the room. Dan could hear her pause. He opened his eyes, and looked to his left, where he could see Mistress' legs, as she turned around, as if surveying the room for a last time, making sure everything was ready. Finally, she walked over to the bed, and sat down again.
"Good girl," Mistress said, approvingly. Dan's bottom wiggled, and a big grin spread over his lips, though his head was still firmly pressed against the floor. "Now, Daniella... Dannnnniiiiieeeelllllllaaaaaa! I want you to drop for me again. Just a light, rubber femme trance for now. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," Daniella replied, her voice high and melodic again.
"Before we drive back, we have one more thing to do... to get you ready..." She lifted the remote control, waving it back and forth, in a gentle figure-eight. "Just one more thing... my little rubber slave. Stand up, Daniella."
The slave smoothly arose from her kneeling position.
"That's right, now stand right there, a minute, while I make an adjustment." Mistress stood, reached into Dan's pants.ÂÂ
Daniella could feel Mistress' fingernails trail a long, slow caress up her clit, teasing the tip. Then Dominica backed away, and clicked a button on the remote control.
"Can you feel that, my rubber slave?"
Daniella felt something, but wasn't quite sure what.
"That gentle rubbing against your pussy? Just the tiniest bit. Like the sensation of a gentle breeze, blowing on your skin. So gentle, you're not even sure it's there. Only when it stops, are you aware that it even happened. But this rubbing does not stop. Do you feel it?"
The slave could only just tell, that something was happening inside the rubber panties. She didn't want to lie, so she replied, "I think so, Mistress."
"That's all right, if you're not certain -- because it's very, very gentle. Right now. Very very gentle. Like a feather. Like a caress. Like a whisper. You almost cannot feel it."
"Yes, Mistress," Daniella said.
"But it's set to get stronger -- very, very gradually. Minute... by minute..." Dominica leaned toward Daniella, so the slave could smell her perfume. "It's going to get stronger... and stronger... A feather. Then a caress. Then a rubbing. Then a squeezing. Then throbbing and humping -- almost scratching, it will be so intense."
Daniella was beginning to pant.
"And it will take the length of our entire drive back, to reach full intensity. Do you understand, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress!" Daniella could feel her nipples tautening inside her bra, hurting so bad. But her pussy, as yet, could still feel only the faintest whisper of stimulation.
"Now, slave, reach into the suitcase, and pull out the last of my little toys!"
Daniella turned, reached in, and found a plastic bag with two things inside it -- a black rubber dildo with a long, clear plastic tube sticking out of it, and a set of tiny earphones connected to a little box.
"Pull them out, slave, and hand me the dildo," Mistress commanded. Daniella did as she was told. "Now, put the earphones in your ears." She did. "Click the little switch on the box." Daniella found the button and her finger pushed it to one side. Then Mistress pressed a button on the remote and spoke into its microphone. "Can you hear me through the earphones?" she asked. Daniella could. Feeling confused, she only nodded. "That's good, slave." Dominica released the button. "Now, see the little strap on the box? That goes around your neck, like a necklace. Put it on." The box hung from Daniella's neck like a rectangular pendant.
Dominica held up the dildo, trailing the long plastic tube down onto the floor. She waved the dildo back and forth in front of Daniella's eyes, watching her gaze tracking the shiny, black tip. "You're wondering what this is for, aren't you? Go deeper, now, slave. Deeper... deeper... watch the dildo... Obey... Deeper... Feel your mouth so empty, Daniella. Danieeeeelllllllaaaaaa! Deeper and deeper..."
The slave began to sway gently back and forth, in time with the dildo. She licked her lips, parted them, gently bit her lower lip. Looking at the thick, black shiny rubber. She was hoping...
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All thoughts had stopped in Daniella's head, caught on that moment of hoping the dildo would go in her empty, empty mouth. She watched it sway back and forth, jaw slack, her mouth slightly open. Open... open...
"Open your mouth, slave!" Dominica's command seemed to echo in Daniella's head. Her mouth opened, and her tongue flattened down, ready to receive the thick, rubber invader. MzDominica commanded, "Stick out your tongue! Lick it. Get the tip all shiny and wet!" Daniella's tongue circled around and around the tip, over her lips, kissing the tip, licking into the little cleft at the tip, where there was a small hole. "That's enough. Now, open, babi. Take it in!" Daniella's tongue dropped back to the floor of her mouth, and the fat dildo slid easily through her lips. She started sucking automatically, and found that air came through the hole in the tip.
Then suddenly, Daniella felt her nostrils squeezed shut. At first she thought it was Mistress' fingers, but as Dominica's hand pulled away, the slave realized she now had a little swimming clamp over her nose. Her only air came through the dildo.
"Good girl," Dominica said. "Suck. Suck in that air, slut. You're going to need to get used to it, because this is the only air you're going to breathe, all the way back home." She held up the other end of the plastic tube, and gently pressed her thumb over the end.
Suddenly, Daniella could get no air! She sucked, and her eyes went wide. She could neither inhale nor exhale. Several seconds passed, while she stared back and forth between Dominica's face and her hand on the end of the tube, while Mistress watched Daniella's face intently. Suddenly, MzDominica released her thumb, and Daniella inhaled through the dildo, feeling a little panicked. But nothing entered her head, except to obey.
"VERY good girl," Dominica cooed. "Now, Daniella... Dannnnniiieeeelllllllaaaaa! Now the suitcase is all empty. So there's plenty of room..." She stared deeply into the slave's wide, mindless eyes, and gave the command, "Get in!"
The slave's eyes grew even wider. She looked down at the suitcase, panting through the dildo, and back at Mistress. The suitcase was big -- but even so, it looked too small, even for a very tight fit!
"You're thinking it's too small for you, aren't you?" Dominica caressed Daniella's cheek. "That's the problem -- thinking. You do not think! All that programming, and still sometimes I have to remind you... You do NOT think. You obey. You obey. You only obey... Dannnnieeelllllla! Feel yourself shinking. Of course you will fit. Shrink... smaller and smaller..."
Daniella looked up at MzDominica, realizing that now she was looking up from below.
"See yourself only as high as my shoulders... shrink... Only as high as my breasts... shrink..."
Daniella gazed straight forward, and saw Dominica's breasts, the mermaid/fairy tattoo on Mistress' left breast exactly level with her eyes.
"Smaller and smaller and smaller... shrink... Only as high as my tummy... Just the right height. Stop here. Just the right height. Look up, into my eyes, babi. Look up at me."
Daniella looked upward into Mistress' eyes, calmly now. Breathing calmly through the dildo. The whispered caress against her pussy was getting stronger, and her hips were beginning to rock. She saw Dominica's thumb cover the end of the tube again.
"It makes you want to cum, doesn't it?" Dominica teased. "When I control even the air you breathe, it makes you want to cum."ÂÂ
The slave felt the seconds tick by, her need for air growing with her need to orgasm. Then, just as both the ache in her lungs and the ache in her pussy were starting to turn to desperation, Dominica lifted her thumb again. Daniella sucked in a deep breath of air through the dildo.ÂÂ
"That's right. Breathe... breathe... You cannot cum, yet. I'll tell you when you have permission. I'll tell you when." Again, Mistress pointed at the suitcase. "Now, get in."
Daniella stepped into the suitcase, and remained standing inside, still sucking on the dildo and looking up at MzDominica. The end of the plastic tube trailed out of the suitcase to Mistress' hand.
"That's right, Daniella. Now, close your eyes."
The slave's eyes dropped tightly shut.
"Your eyes will not open again until we arrive home, and I take you out of the suitcase. Do you understand? Grunt once for yes, and twice for no."
"Unggh!" Daniella replied.
"Good girl!" The slave's bottom wiggled, past all conscious control. "Now, lie down in the suitcase. Curl up, like a little baby. That's right. Now feel the lid close over you, and hear me zip it closed."
Daniella heard the zipper, and then heard the earphones come to life again, as Mistress continued to talk to her.
"Just the tube sticks out of the suitcase, babi. Just the tube, that brings you all of your air. Your only air. Under MY control. Are the panties massaging your pussy nicely, now, babi?"
Daniella grunted once. Enclosed in the suitcase, confined in darkness, all she knew was the constant caressing of her pussy, the air she breathed, and Mistress' voice.
"We're going, now, babi. Feel yourself being lifted up in the suitcase, and loaded into the van."ÂÂ
The sensations of shifting weight, of finding herself pressed against one side of the suitcase, made Daniella feel even more like an object. She heard the slamming of the van doors, muffled, through the suitcase and the earphones. She felt, more than heard, when the engine started up, and the vibrations of the motor added to the growing vibrations in her pussy. The gentle rubbing was becoming more insistent now.
Another shift in her weight as the van backed out of the driveway, and then a pressure against her head, as the vehicle turned. She felt herself slide a little in the suitcase as the van accelerated, and began driving down the road, toward home.
"Are you doing okay, back there, babi?" Dominica's voice asked.
Daniella grunted a yes. Suddenly, she wondered if she'd be able to grunt "no," if she needed to. The rubbing against her clit felt sooooo good. She let out a happy, little moan.
"Sounds like you're doing VERY well, back there, you little slut," Mistress teased. "I bet you'll like this, too!"ÂÂ
And suddenly, Daniella's moans stopped -- because she could no longer breathe in or out through the dildo. Her ass began to clench around the butt plug, and she began pumping her hips against the panties -- though it made no difference, since they were attached to her hips.
"Closer and closer and closer to cumming." MzDominica's voice was more exciting than the butt plug, or the panties. "Hmmm, I think I'm going to give you a LITTLE taste of an orgasm."
Daniella was beginning to see flashes of light in the darkness. She began to wiggle, involuntarily, struggling for air.
"CUM!" Mistress commanded. Then "STOP!" she said, and released her thumb off the air tube.
Daniella panted through the dildo, moaning with every time she exhaled. Were the rubber panties fucking her, now? She couldn't get her mind off them. The van followed a curve in the road, and pressed her feet against one side of the suitcase.
"Mmmm, good girl," Dominica said. Daniella's hips pumped again, hard. "I can tell, you're having a really good time."
The van swerved the other way, and Daniella's head became pressed against the suitcase. The panties throbbed and scraped against her pussy, spreading the labia ever so slightly, and pushing in between them. Teasing her relentlessly with an impalement that she could not have. She slid inside the dark suitcase, her feet touching the side, as the van swerved again, and the air cut off. She wanted to cum so bad. All attempts to breathe were becoming less important than pumping her hips, trying to get the rubber panties inside her aching pussy.
"CUM/STOP!" Dominica commanded, and released the air again.
Inside the suitcase, Daniella squealed, her whole body wiggling. Her tongue scraped forward and back, forward and back, on the underside of the thick dildo, while she pumped her hips. Holding her breath, and pumping.
"Are you all right back there, pretty girl?" Dominica asked.
"Unggh!" Daniella almost screamed, remembering to breathe again. She began moaning, as the panties began to get rougher with her. Feeling like sandpaper. Like a man's face with a day's growth of beard. Like a hair brush. Scraping and rasping against her labia and clit. She squealed, and pumped her hips, and wiggled her ass, trying to push it against the side of the suitcase, trying to get the butt plug in further. The van swerved, making her slide again, and she moaned in frustration. It felt like her pussy was being spanked, now. Whipped. She hardly noticed when her air cut off again. She spread her legs as wide as she could, inside the confined space. Trying to open her pussy further. Hips rocking.
The van stopped, pressing Daniella's back against the side of the suitcase, and she heard Mistress' command.
"Cum, slave, cum! Cum! Cum, slave, cum! Cum now, you little whore! You little slut!"
Daniella pumped, and thrashed, and saw fireworks behind her dark, sealed eyelids. Wave after wave of orgasm rolled and crashed through her. Mistress opened the air passage again, and Daniella's voice resumed its moans and squeals and sobs.
"Cum! Cum again! And again. And again. Cum! Cum! Cum, slave, cum!"
The air cut off again, and Daniella suddenly shot to another intense set of waves, while it felt like her pussy was being sawn in half. The air returned, and her moans were of joy and despair, pleasure and pain, mixed together -- not caring what happened, not caring who heard. No thoughts in her head, just the blinding orgasms in the deep darkness. Not being able to stand it another second, yet wanting it never to end.
And the air cut off again. Daniella's hips jerked and heaved.
"Cum! Cum! Cum!" The air returned. And the stimulation from the panties subsided. "Cum... cum... cum..." Daniella continued to buck, though more and more gently. Legs pressed together. "Cum... relax... cum... relax... cum..." The waves were tiny, now. Like gentle caresses, THROUGH her body. Like deep breathing. Like waves of sleep. "Relax... relax... cum... relax... relax..." Daniella dropped into a deep, deep sleep.
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Dan watched the black rubber glove swing back and forth... back and forth... Then heard a snap of MzDominica's fingers, and the command to awaken.
He looked at Mistress across the cafe table, feeling a little disoriented. Not quite remembering how he'd gotten here. The glass of Chablis in front of him was half-full, though the one in front of Dominica was empty.
"Do you feel okay?" she asked, gently.
It took a moment for Dan to find his voice. "Yes, Mistress." He lifted his hands, and looked at his arms. Somehow, he found himself a little surprised to be wearing the same cotton shirt he'd been wearing before -- but there was no reason to think he should be dressed any differently.
"Feeling a little confused?" Dominica asked. "Aw, but you're so endearing that way," she teased.
"Yes, well..." Dan wasn't sure what to say next, except, "Thank you, Mistress."
"You are very welcome, slave." She looked down at Dan's feet, then up into his eyes. "Dan, I have something to tell you."
"Yes, Mistress?"
A big grin spread across her face, as she continued, "Your shoelace is untied."
"My shoelace?..." Dan bent over and started to look down, as he said, "But I'm wearing loafers..." and discovered the cord, wrapped several times around both his ankles, and tied like a shoelace. "Is this...?" He looked up -- but MzDominica was gone.
Dan leaned over again, undid the bow, and unwrapped his ankles. The cord had little knots in it, about one inch apart. Could it be...? He curled the cord into a little tangle in his hand, lifted it to his nose, and inhaled deeply. The scent of MzDominica's pussy was unmistakable. His mind started to drift, enjoying the scent...
"Will Madame be wanting anything else?"
It was the waiter Raoul, again. Dan couldn't help wondering just how much this guy knew... or suspected. He decided to be diplomatic.
"Um, no, Madame has just left -- and I'll be going, too." In a few minutes, he had paid the tab, left a tip he hoped was neither too big nor too small, picked up his overnight case, and caught a cab home.
The driver saw the knotted cord in Dan's hand, that he continually ran through his fingers, and occasionally brought to his lips. People often have such things. They are called fetishes. If the cabbie only knew...
In his apartment, Dan began to wonder just how much of his weekend had actually taken place, or whether most of it had occurred inside his mind, under MzDominica's hypnotic direction. A quick check of the TV confirmed that it was indeed Sunday. He walked into the bathroom and undid his pants to take a leak.
And discovered the black rubber panties.
With a padlock.
Fortunately, THIS time it was a combination lock. But clearly, MzDominica had intended him to call, and beg for the combination.
Dan stood in his living room, dressed only in the rubber panties. Pushing the numbers on his phone, he felt -- yes, irritated -- but also tickled and intrigued, at the same time. He was already quietly laughing at himself when MzDominica picked up the phone and said, "Hello, slave!"
"Hello, Mistress! This is Dan... um, Daniella... I..."
"I think I know why you have called, my little rubber slave..." Mistress replied.
Dan felt the trigger phrase completely derail his train of thought, as he began to drop into a light trance.
"You called because you need some numbers from me, don't you?" she teased.
Dan's train got back on the rails. "Um, yes, Mistress. I was very happy to get your little souvenir..."
"You mean the one I tied you up with, rubber slave...?"
"I... um..." Dan shook his head. "Yes, Mistress. Thank You. It is beautiful, and the gift of Your scent upon it is a gift that I..."
"My little rubber slave sounds happy, but confused. Mmmmm. Good girl!"
Daniella answered, feeling like a helpless little girl. "Please, Mistress. I beg you to tell me the combination for the lock!"
Mistress answered slowly, "Certainly, babi. But first, I have a question. How quickly do you need those panties removed? I mean... hmmm... on a scale of one to ten, just how badly do you need to pee, right now?"
Daniella felt the floor dropping out from underneath her -- and yet, she was getting excited at the same time. "Um... seven..." she answered.
"Only a seven," Mistress replied. "Good. Then we have time for some fun, first."
Over the phone, Daniella heard MzDominica chuckle. The slave gently dropped from a standing position to one sitting cross-legged on the floor, her gaze becoming unfocused. Her free hand started to play with her nipples, tweaking them. Left... then right... then left again... As she listened to MzDominica tell her about Bimbo Suzie, who just likes being sexy for Mistress, and can't be bothered with silly things... like numbers.
A broad smile spread across Daniella's face, as her mind became so deliciously empty... and so very happy!
- The End -
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Mountains of Rubber: Chapter 1, Arrival
-- by jessicablank
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Dan walked up to the cafe, found an outside table, and sat down. It was early summer, a pleasantly warm day with a beautiful, clear blue sky. He looked comfortable, cool, and relaxed in the loose, cotton shirt and pants, and the slip-on brown loafers. The big smile on his face caught the waiter's attention immediately.
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"Good afternoon," the waiter said. "I'm Raoul, your server for this afternoon. Can I get you something to drink?"
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"Somebody's going to be joining me, shortly," Dan replied. His left knee was bouncing. "I'll have a glass of Chablis."
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Inwardly, Dan was very excited. He was about 15 minutes early. But he didn't dare to be late. Looking around the outdoor dining area, he absently removed the strap from his shoulder, and set the small briefcase sized handbag on the ground. Under his loose cotton pants, the tight panty hose reminded him -- every moment -- of why he was here. He was meeting MzDominica, for a full weekend session.
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Dan thought about how he had become more and more obsessed with Mistress Dominica. How, after meeting her -- in this very cafe -- he had found her website, began listening to her hypnotic recordings, began corresponding with her. Little by little, "Daniella" had emerged, as Dan's female alter-ego, becoming stronger and stronger with every passing day. Just thinking about it made Dan's breasts ache. Did they really jiggle, as much as they felt? Dan felt himself drifting into Daniella, moment by moment, feeling just a little too warm, even under the umbrella that shaded the table.
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"Your Chablis, Madame."
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Huh? Did Dan hear that correctly? He looked up just in time to see the waiter hustling away. On the table was a wine glass, a glass of water, and two copies of the menu. Dan reached forward to pick up one menu, and felt a puff of air at the back of his neck. It felt so good! Daniella's eyes closed, and her nipples felt so hard!
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"Hello, my little latex pet." Dominica's voice came from behind Dan's head.
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For a moment, Dan wasn't sure whether he heard her with his ears, or inside his head, as he had begun to hear her voice every minute of the day. Suddenly realizing it was Dominica's actual voice, Dan felt a growing compulsion to kneel at her feet. Reflexively, he started to get out of the chair.
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"Stay, pet," Dominica whispered. She strode magnificently around from behind Dan, and slide gracefully into the chair next to him. "Just on time, I see." Her beautiful green eyes stared into his, then looked down at the watch on his left wrist. His eyes followed hers, and caught sight of the time on his watch. Had he really been here for 20 minutes? Dan looked back up into her eyes. They seemed to spin. He felt dizzy.
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The waiter returned, asking if he could bring Dominica something. Dan saw her lips move, ordering something, but was scarcely aware of what she was saying. Until she began speaking to him again.
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"Are you ready, my pet? Bag all packed?"
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It took a moment for Dan to find his voice. "Yes, Mistress," he replied. There wasn't really much in the bag -- some minor toiletries like a toothbrush and shampoo. MzDominica had made it clear he wouldn't be needing much in the way of clothes.
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"Good girl," she said, smiling.
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Dan felt a little embarrassed, wondering if anyone at a nearby table could hear. The waiter returned with an Irish coffee for MzDominica, and they spoke again for a moment. Dan was feeling more and more lightheaded. The waiter departed. Dominica opened her purse, and pulled out a single, black rubber glove.
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"You remember this, don't you?" She held up the glove by the cuff, letting the fingers dangle downward toward the table. As she let it gently swing back and forth, back and forth, Dan could see it catch the afternoon light, and reflect it into his eyes. Back and forth... back and forth... "Back and forth," she said. "So shiny... It makes you sleepier and sleepier, doesn't it, Daniella? Can you smell the rubber, Daniella?"
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Dan... Daniella... rubber slave could smell the wonderful latex glove. That deep, bittersweet scent that caressed the back of her head. Swinging back and forth in her Mistress' hand, so shiny and smooth. Dominica continued swinging her hand back and forth as she began to pull the glove onto her hand. Back and forth. "Back and forth," she whispered. "So shiny. Now, pick up your wine glass, Daniella."
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Daniella picked up the glass. It was still full -- she'd been drifting so much, she hadn't even taken a sip, yet.
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"That's right, Daniella. Now I want you to drink you wine. Slowly. Take your time, while you watch my beautiful latex glove swing back and forth, back and forth." Dominica continued to gently swing her hand, while her other hand lifted the coffee mug, and she took sips from it. "Good girl. Now set the glass down."
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Daniella hadn't even realized the glass was empty. She smiled -- almost giggled -- and set it carefully down on the table, then looked back at Mistress' glove.
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"Watch my glove, as I swing it back and forth... As I move it lower... lower... and set it on the table. You are dropping into a deep sleep, now. But your eyes remain open. Put your hand on the table, Daniella. Near mine."
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Feeling so fuzzy and warm, Daniella placed her hand near Dominica's, palm downward, just like her Mistress'. She was unable to think of what else to do.
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"Reach out to me, my pet. Touch the tips of your fingers to mine."
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Daniella's hand moved forward, as if in a dream, until her fingers just touched Dominica's rubber-covered hand.
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"Good girl." Daniella's nipples tingled when Dominica said that. "Now, watch, Daniella. Watch the shiny black latex, as it spreads from my fingers to yours. It spreads over your fingers... up your arm... covering you with shiny rubber... rubber... rubber..."
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The slave watched, as the latex seemed to flow, from Dominica's fingers to hers. Like liquid latex. Like something alive.
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"Up over your shoulder, and across your chest. Across your back, and down your other arm, and your hand. It spreads and covers your torso. Down to your hips, down your thighs. Between your legs. Covering your wet, throbbing pussy. And down your calves, covering your feet. It covers your breasts, so tight, because they're getting so much larger now. The latex squeezes your swollen tits, right at the base, making them swell out, like huge balloons."
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Daniella's breasts began to ache. She wanted her nipples touched -- stroked, sucked, squeezed, pinched -- anything! But they were hidden, under the thick, black coating of latex.
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"Feel the rubber rise up your neck, up over the back of your head, around your face -- leaving just your eyes and your mouth and your nose uncovered. It covers your ears -- you hear nothing, except my Voice. You are covered completely, now, Daniella. Covered in my black rubber suit. Feel it!"
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Daniella felt the rubber all over her body, so exciting. Suddenly, she realized she was out in public, completely encased in black rubber. She'd never been "dressed" before, out in plain view, where everybody could see. She looked around from table to table, certain that everyone was looking at her -- if not plainly staring, then sneaking covert glances at her latex-coated body. A sense of panic began to set in, and her eyes went wide.
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"Shhhh, little girl," Dominica said. "It's going to be all right. You're perfectly safe. Relax... Relax... Feel the wine spreading inside you, calming you, helping you to let all those inhibitions go... Feel the black rubber suit tight around you. Can you feel it?"
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Daniella nodded, mind too empty to respond with words.
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"Good, little girl. Now, are you ready for our weekend?"
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Daniella nodded again. Inside the rubber suit, her pussy suddenly began throbbing with need.
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"Good girl," Dominica replied. "Now, pick up your overnight bag. Stand up, and follow me to my car." Dominica stood, and began walking away, fully certain that Daniella would be close behind her. She walked gracefully to a mini-van, clicked a remote control, and opened the door, just as Daniella arrived next to her. "Get in, my pet," she commanded. "And buckle up -- we have a long drive ahead of us."
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Daniella sat down, first placing her shiny latex bottom on the seat, then daintily turning and pulling her legs inside the car. Somehow, the brown loafers had disappeared, and been replaced with shiny, patent-leather ballet boots. Only Daniella's toes touched the car floor, making her knees seem too high next to the glove compartment. The thought of gloves sent her thoughts back to what she had just seen, a few minutes ago, as her Mistress' rubber glove had spread and covered her body. She began to shake with the lust that was building up in her pussy, her breasts. She hardly noticed when Dominica closed the door, walked around, and sat down in the driver's seat.
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"Daniellaaaaaa!" Dominica called. Gently. Breathily. The slave's mind emptied of all other thoughts, her attention now only on MzDominica. Feeling like she was moving in slow motion, Daniella turned her head to look at her Mistress, so focused, awaiting her next command.
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"I have something for you." Dominica held out her hand. In it was a thick, black rubber dildo. "We have a long car trip ahead of us, so I want to keep you busy during the drive." She gestured with the dildo. "Take it," she said. Daniella reached out her right hand, and grasped the rubber shaft. It felt hard and soft at the same time. The scent of rubber made Daniella feel even more fuzzy and lightheaded. "I want you to start rubbing that dildo, with your right hand. Every stroke on the shaft, you will feel inside your pussy. Every rub on the tip, you will feel on your clit. Go ahead, stroke it!"
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Daniella began to run her rubber-covered thumb and fingers over the shaft. The sensation in her pussy felt so good!
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"That's right, keep rubbing it," Dominica commanded. "You will not be able to cum. But you will bring yourself right to the edge, over and over and over -- all through our car trip. Do you understand?"
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"Yes, Mistress." Daniella almost surprised herself, that she was able to speak -- even though it was no more than a throaty whisper.
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"You are to look only at me, the entire time. Look only at me. Gaze at my eyes. My face. My body. You will not be able to look away, the entire trip. Just keep stroking your dildo, and gazing at me."
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"Yes, Mistress," Daniella whispered. Her mind felt even emptier, farther away, quieter. Rubbing the dildo felt so very nice. She couldn't imagine stopping.
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"Every bump, every jiggle, every swerve of the car, makes your nipples ache. Pushes you closer and closer to cumming -- which you can never do without my permission. Keep stroking that dildo, Daniella. Doesn't it feel nice?"
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"Yes... soooo nice." Daniella's jaw hung slackly open, and she was drooling now. The dildo felt so good. She traced a fingernail down and up the underside, down and up -- and could feel the edge of her fingernail deep insider her cunt, stroking. Her thumb made little circles around and around the tip, and every circular stroke around her clit made her feel so aroused... so dizzy... She felt the car roll over a bump, and the back of her mind realized they had been driving for some time. Nothing mattered, except stroking the dildo, feeling the lovely bumps caress her nipples, and watching her Mistress' beautiful face. Every once in a while, MzDominica would look over at her, smile -- and the whole universe seemed to revolve around her Mistress' deep, swirling, green eyes. Green eyes... Green eyes...
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Daniella seemed to hear the ocean, washing around her as she gazed into Mistress' beautiful green eyes. Her skin was all tingly, constantly caressed by the black rubber suit. The dildo in her right hand... What was she doing with her left? It lay there, unmoving. Oh, but she knew where it would feel sooo good! The rubber slave lifted her hand, and began to caress her nipples. First the left, then the right...
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"Ah-ah-ahhhh! My little rubber slut!" Dominica commanded. "Put that hand down. It feels so heavy. Like a boulder is attached to it. So heavy."
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Daniella's left hand dropped, palm upward, against her left thigh.
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"That's right, rubber slave. Your nipples are only to be caressed by the movement of the car. Crave for more, my little pet. Crave for me to pinch them. They ache so much."
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Deep in trance, Daniella moaned. Her head was full of the ocean waves. They seemed to roll from one ear to the other, and back, and somehow stroked her aching nipples -- but never enough!
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The car jiggled and swerved. Daniella could feel herself swaying toward the door, her breasts gently squeezed by the motion. Then swerving the other way, she felt herself drawn toward Dominica, like a magnet. Like her nipples were magnetized, yearning to contact her Mistress' shoulder, her arm, her hands, her beautifully-manicured fingers. With those nice, deep red fingernails. Daniella was becoming lost in the shiny highlights of Mistress' fingernails, as they moved back and forth on the steering wheel. Away, then closer again, in a big arc. Then away again. Every time they came closer, Daniella's nipples felt that magnetic draw.
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"So shiny, aren't they, my pet?" Dominica teased. "Shiny and deep, deep red. So very deep. Rub your dildo, babi, and lose yourself in my deep, red fingernails. You're feeling so very warm. You want them on your nipples, don't you? You want them in your mouth. You want to kiss them... But you cannot move. You're frozen. Frozen. Only your right hand moves, rubbing your dildo. Up and down. Up and down. Around and around the tip."
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Daniella didn't realize how hard she was panting. She felt so fuzzy and dizzy and hot. Her cunt was dripping, like the ocean. Her head was an ocean. Her eyes closed -- she couldn't help it. They wanted to stay open. She wanted to watch Mistress' shiny red fingernails. But her eyes closed, rolling up in her head. When they opened again, she found herself gazing straight into Dominica's green eyes. Mistress had a wry grin on her face. She looked forward again, continuing to drive. Daniella stroked, stroked. Oh, so good!
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Suddenly, Daniella's ears popped! The sounds of the ocean vanished. She was too deep in trance to realize what that meant, or to notice that the car continued to swerve gently up and up the mountain road. Higher and higher. Green pine trees were everywhere, giving a green background to Dominica's green eyes. Daniella slipped further into trance. So quiet. Green everywhere. Mind so empty. Green eyes. Dildo. Rubber. Rubber. Rubbing. Rubbing. Rubbing. Green. Eyes. Dominica.
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The car came to a gentle stop. Dominica set the parking brake, turned off the engine. Shifted a little to look appreciatively at her deeply entranced slave. Eyes unfocused. Hand making gentle strokes and squeezes on the black rubber dildo, little circles around the tip. She reached her right hand out to the slave's left cheek, and gently ran a finger from her temple down to her chin. Daniella moaned, and her stomach clenched with desire. "We're here, my pet. Time to wake up, now. Slowly... slowly... Take your time. You've been very deep for me. Mmmmmm, so deep. Time to come up, now, my hypnotized slave. Open your eyes. Look at me."
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Daniella's eyes focused. Her whole world was MzDominica's face.
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"Good girl. Now, look around. Look outside the car."
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Looking out the windshield, the slave could see pine trees, all around. The mountains. They were in the mountains. Behind Dominica, not so very far away, Daniella could see a small house. Brown, with a green roof, and a porch with a wooden railing surrounding it.
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"Welcome to my mountain cabin, slave. You and I are going to have such a VERY good time!"
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As MzDominica opened the door and got out of the van, Dan felt his male persona emerging again. Still a bit disoriented, he looked at his hands, his legs. The loose, cotton clothes he'd been wearing were back -- though there was a wide wet spot in the crotch of his pants, around his cock, which was still rigid and extremely sensitive. He was surprised to find the black rubber dildo was still in his right hand. He realized he'd been uncertain whether that had actually been real, or just part of his deep trance. Experimentally, he ran his thumb around the tip, and got an even bigger surprise when he could feel the sensation on the tip of his own cock.
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"Get out NOW, slave!" Dominica commanded. She was still smiling, enjoying the power she had over him -- but the look in her eyes made it very clear to Dan he'd better get moving.
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Not sure what else to do, Dan quickly stuffed the dildo into his right pocket -- a tight fit, as it was plenty large. He fumbled a moment, looking for the door latch, opened the door, and quickly slid out of the seat. Dan almost fell to the ground, though, because his legs felt weak and numb. He looked up at Mistress, forgot what he was doing, and fell to his knees, onto the soft ground. He felt so stupid and clumsy, and confused, and wanted to beg forgiveness, and...
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"Stand up, slave," Mistress said. "Get the bags and bring them in. Mine are in the back." Dominica walked away, toward the cabin, to open up. In the late afternoon light, she looked so delicious, walking, her hips gently swaying, her gorgeous boots so shiny...
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Dan realized he actually was standing there with his mouth open and drooling. Get moving. Get moving. Mistress commands!
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He grabbed his own little overnight case from the front, then walked around and opened the back door of the van. Three big suitcases! Okay, he had no idea what might be in all that luggage, though Mistress was likely to be clothed more than he was. Dan picked up one case, and hastily trotted up behind MzDominica, just as she was opening the door to the cabin. She walked in first, letting the screen door close behind her -- just as if Dan wasn't even there. Well, of course, she was the Mistress! Hands full, Dan worried that maybe, just maybe, he'd been expected to drop the suitcases and hold the door open for her. Only here two minutes, and already he'd made a complete idiot of himself!
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Dan shifted the handle of the overnight bag, pulled open the door, and followed Dominica inside. She turned around to face him.
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Dan held his breath.
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She looked at him a moment. He felt so small. She raised her hand, up, up... then pointed at a door to his left, near the front of the cabin. "That room is mine," she said. Then she pointed to another door, farther toward the back. "And that room is yours. One of my suitcases is heavier than the others. That goes in your room -- but you are not to open it, until I say so." She turned toward his right, and walked into the living room.
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Dan's eyes couldn't help following her, his mind going blank. He shook his head, and opened the door to his left. Inside was a big four-poster bed, with an elaborate quilt on top. Dan didn't dare spend any time staring around the room, but set the suitcase down on the floor by the bed, then walked out, turned, and went to the other door. There was another four-poster bed, which surprised him a little. Then he noticed the little pallet on the floor. His cock gave a tiny leap in his wet pants as he realized this was very likely where he would be sleeping -- which made him wonder what the second big bed was for. He set his overnight bag down next to the pallet, then briskly trotted back to the van for the other two suitcases.
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One WAS heavier than the other -- a LOT heavier. Dan wondered what might be inside that weighed so much. Chains? Whatever, he pulled it out, set it down, and closed up the van. It was getting dark, now. He lugged the two mismatched weights into the cabin, setting the lighter one in Dominica's room, the heavier one in his.
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Unsure what to do next, Dan walked out of his room, where he could see Mistress talking on her cell phone, the room lighted by a couple of lamps in the corners. She saw him, standing at the edge of the living room, which also had a small dining table, and glanced up at him. While continuing to talk, she snapped her finger and pointed at the floor at her feet. Dan took the hint. He dropped to the floor, and crawled to her side, where he brought his head to within inches of her booted feet. He bowed his head till his forehead touched the floor, awaiting further instructions.
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She was repeating the address, and confirming an order. "That's right, cut up into little bite-sized chunks." A pause. "Yes, something like that. A pet, anyway." Another pause. "Okay, thank you. Goodbye." Dominica looked down at Dan, smiling. "They wanted to know if I had a cat. If they only knew what I DO have..."
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His forehead still touching the floor, Dan could feel MzDominica moving away. He heard the scrape of a chair on the floor, and could tell she was sitting down.
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"Lift your head up, slave, and look at my boots." Dan looked up, and saw Mistress sitting just a short distance away, her legs crossed at the ankles. With her seated, the edge of her skirt was slightly above her knees, her thighs teasingly spread a few inches apart.
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Dan could feel his cock throbbing, throbbing, throbbing inside his panties, under the damp cotton trousers.
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"It's been a long drive, and your Mistress' feet are sooo tired." She began to sway one booted foot back and forth, back and forth. "What are you going to do about it, my little foot slave?"
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Dan scooted forward on his knees, and, glancing up at MzDominica's face for permission, began unzipping the calf-length boot on her right foot. The leather felt so warm and smooth. It seemed like in the entire room, only Dominica's boots existed. With the zipper open, though, Dan could see her beautiful, muscled leg. So smooth, so sexy. Gently, he lifted her leg, so he could slide the boot off. Slowly... slowly... That sensation of ocean waves, rolling through his head, had returned. But he felt so warm. Barely realizing he had pulled the boot free, Dan held it in his hands a moment, then carefully set it aside, like a holy relic. Then, feeling the rush of the waves all over his skin, he reached up to the top of her left boot, slowly unzipped it, gently removed it, and set it aside.
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The scent of Dominica's feet overwhelmed Dan. His eyes kept closing... so softly... so hard to open them again. He reached forward, one hand on each foot, his fingers on the tops, his thumbs on the soles. Around and around and around, his thumbs kneaded the soles of Dominica's feet, up to the balls of her feet, then up between each pair of toes, one by one by one. When he reached the "little piggy" toes, he ran his thumbs in long arcs from the balls of her feet almost to the heels. Then around the heels. Once... twice... Then a roll of his fingers on the tops of her feet, from her toes to her ankles, his thumbs firmly planted against the balls of her feet. Roll... roll... roll... Then again, his thumbs around and around the balls of her feet, repeating all the motions, twice more. Dan was gone, now. There were no thoughts in his head. He was just a robot... a machine... whose only purpose was to massage his Mistress' feet.
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MzDominica moaned, and shifted her position. And somehow, Dan knew, what she wanted was for him to massage her calves. His hands moved upward, thumbs pressing against the inner sides of her calves, while his fingers ruffled the outer sides and the backs. Up to her knees, and ruffling... ruffling... ruffling... downward to her ankles. Dan's face was so close to Mistress' feet. Her feet filled his world. Again, up to her knees, then downward, ruffling... ruffling...
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There was a knock at the front door.
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Dominica stood up, went to answer. Dan remained on the floor, his mind empty. His hands stayed in mid-air, where Mistress' legs had been. Slowly, a sense of confusion -- maybe even frustration -- began to set in... to awaken Dan from his foot-slave trance. He opened his eyes and looked up, just as Mistress set two boxes down on the dining table. She looked down at him. The smile on her face made him feel so good!
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"You may serve," she said.
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At MzDominica's directions, Dan retrieved a fine china plate, silver tableware, and a linen napkin from a cabinet, and set a dining place on the table in front of her. Then he dished out the contents of one box -- a tempting dinner of lobster tail with steamed vegetables. The meal even included a bottle of a dry white wine, and he poured her a glass. Then Dan stood at her side while Dominica enjoyed her meal, waiting attentively in case she wanted anything else.
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Of course, Dan was feeling a little hungry himself. He wondered what was in the other box -- and whether it was dessert for her, or something for him. Still, he forced himself to be patient. Quiet. Obedient. From where he was standing, Dan could see only the back of her head. He wondered what she was thinking.
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After a while, Dominica pushed the plate away, and sighed. She looked around and back at Dan. And smiled. Somehow, her smile made everything seem so wonderful!
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"Come forward, slave!" she commanded. "Out here, where I can see you."
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Dan stood in the middle of the room, a couple of feet from the table.
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"I told you, you wouldn't be wearing much, while you were here," she began.ÂÂ
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Dan was still wearing his cotton shirt and pants, and the panty hose underneath felt so tight against his hard cock.
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"Now it's time for you to strip. Slowly. Make it good. Make it sensual... Daniella! Danielllaaaaaa!"
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Dan's male persona dropped away like a heavy stone, and Daniella emerged. It was almost like a light switch, now. She felt all the clothes covering her, and she wanted only to remove them, to expose herself to Mistress. To show what a hot little bitch she was.
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"That's right, Daniella. Hear the music in your head. Feel the beat, forcing you to strip. Peel your clothes off for your Mistress. You little slut! You know how much you want to tease me. C'mon, slut! Tease me -- if you dare. And you DO dare, don't you? DON'T YOU?!?"
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Daniella's head throbbed with the pulsing music, that thumped, thumped, thumped in her head. She couldn't stop herself. All her clothes had to come off. As sexy as possible. So Mistress would want her. Would want to throw her down on a bed, on the floor, on the ground, and rape her! Daniella began to peel the shoulder of her cotton blouse downward, off her shoulder, staring into Dominica's eyes. She began to pant. She licked her lips. Show how shiny they were. How wet and clever her tongue was. Suddenly, the cotton blouse just had to come off! Daniella grabbed the bottom edge, and began pulling it upward, swaying her hips to the music. Thump! Thump! Thump-a thump! She threw the top aside, wiggling her shoulders to show off her pert little titties in the sports bra.
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Daniella kicked off the loafers. Then her hands reached down to the waistband of her cotton pants, and she began to wiggle, wiggle, wiggle the waistband down over her hips. Thump! Thump-a thump! Once her crotch was uncovered, she started thrusting it forward with the beat, her knees wide, daring Mistress to claim her. She danced, twirling around once, then pulled her knees together and quickly shoved the pants down to her ankles. Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump-a! Daniella danced herself out of the pants, now in a clump on the floor. Around, and around. Bouncing. Thump! Thump-a!ÂÂ
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She reached behind her, unhooked the bra, twirled it in the air once, then dropped it to the floor. Thump! Thump-a! Daniella began pushing the top of the panty hose down over her hips, her wet sex getting even wetter. Thump! Thump-a thump! Down over her hips, gathering it, bit by bit, down each leg to the ankle. Dancing. Gyrating. Pumping her hips. Turning around, and wiggling her ass. Not sure whether she wanted it fucked or spanked. (Oh, Goddess, couldn't she have both?!?) She stepped out of the little, crinkled mound of panty hose.
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Just the satin panties, now. So tight! The thong up the crack of her ass kept diddling her anus, so deliciously. It was a shame to have to let that go, it felt so good. Thump! Thump-a! Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle the tight thong off, over her hips. Plop! It dropped to the floor!
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Daniella was gloriously naked, her breasts jiggling, her wet cunt dripping! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump-a! Thump! Dancing. Dancing. Dancing for her Mistress...
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"Stop, Daniella!"
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Daniella froze. Her right arm, high above her head. Her left arm, down toward the floor. Her knees slightly farther apart than the width of her hips. Open. Ready. Soooo drippy.
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"On the floor, Daniella. Come here, and kneel before your Mistress!"
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Daniella dropped, crawled -- almost scooted, she was so fast -- and knelt on the floor in front of Dominica, her chest thrust forward, showing off her huge titties. Knees apart, sex open, ready to obey.
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"Good girl," Dominica said. Daniella felt a flush of heat roll through her entire body. She smiled, her eyes closing languidly.
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"You must be hungry," Dominica said. Daniella couldn't remember. Mistress was all that mattered. Food seemed unimportant.
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"Yes, I know, little girl. You want your Mistress, soooo much. But I'm not going to let you starve -- you mindless little slut! See the box on the table?"
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Daniella swiveled her head -- so hard to look away from Dominica -- and looked at the box. Oh, yes, there it was.
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"I want you to get up, open the box, and put the contents into this dish." Dominica held a plastic doggie dish in front of her. Daniella didn't remember when Dominica might have stood up to get it, but that didn't matter. "And put some water into THIS dish." She held up another plastic doggie bowl. "Then take them into the kitchen over there..." she gestured at a door, "get on your knees, and have a nice dinner. Go ahead, now."
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Still in a daze, Daniella shuffled forward on her knees, took the two bowls, retreated, and picked up the box from the table. When she got to the kitchen and opened the box, she discovered it was filled with grilled chicken, cut into little bite-sized chunks.
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In the living room, Dominica checked her phone messages and e-mail, while in the kitchen Daniella ate and drank from her bowls, kneeling on the floor. Such a happy, naked, slutty slave.
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Daniella finished her dinner. By now her mind had totally shut down. She was a cat. She swallowed the last of the yummy grilled chicken, lapped some more water from her bowl, and did a loooong stretch of her back. She could feel her tail, waving in the air, back and forth. There were no words in her head, but the idea of "back and forth" made her sink deeper and deeper into cat-ness. She laid her chin on the kitchen floor, and looked at the open door, where she could see MzDominica from behind in her chair, typing on her laptop.
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While Daniella had been eating, Mistress had changed to a nice, comfortable robe and fluffy slippers. Music was playing, and Mistress' right foot was swinging, tapping with the beat. That fluffy slipper, moving, bump-bump-ba-da-bump-ba-da, caught the cat's attention, and she was going to sneak up on it, and pounce!
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Step, by quiet step, kitty slinked across the kitchen floor, her whole world that bouncy, fluffy animal, centered in the focus of her vision. Low to the floor, her belly slid across the surface. Closer... closer... Almost ready to jump!!
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Dominica's right hand gently trailed a caress down kitty's head to her shoulder. Mmmmmm, felt so good! Kitty rubbed her left cheek against Mistress' hand, rolling her forehead against Mistress' wrist. Kitty looked up at her Mistress, and felt herself lost in the beautiful gaze of her swirling green eyes. Mistress' fingers stroked the underside of kitty's chin.
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"Time to wake up, little kitty!" Dominica said, her voice so sweet and seductive. "Up, my pet. Be my Daniella, now. Get up on your knees, slave! Sit back on your heels."
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Daniella didn't even notice that a change had happened. She simply knelt at Dominica's feet, legs separated, mind open. Too deeply tranced even to realize she was being mindlessly obedient.
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"Good girl!" Dominica ran her finger over Daniella's lips. The slave shivered, her eyes closing with lust and delight.
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"Oh, no, little slut," Dominica said. "Open those eyes. You have work to do."
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Daniella's eyes opened, but understanding was slow to arrive.
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Dominica gazed forcefully into Daniella's eyes. The slave was unable to resist. Unable to look away. She could only gaze back, worshiping. Her mind empty -- ready to be filled with her Mistress' will.
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"Your strip tease was very delightful, Daniella -- but your clothes are still here, in a heap on the floor. You need to put those away, in your room -- neatly! Folded, and neat. And you need to clear away the dishes and wash them. Do you understand me, slave?"
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Daniella was... she was... Was she Daniella? Or Dan? She felt confused.
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"My little rubber maid, aren't you, Daniella?"
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Ohhhhhh, yes! She was Daniella. She couldn't even quite remember what had confused her a moment ago. She nodded, eager to please.
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"Now, stand up. Clean up. Wash the dishes -- and your kitty bowls, my little pet." Dominica traced another gentle stroke along Daniella's left cheek. "When you're done, I have a special treat for you. Get to work, now!"
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Daniella felt energized. She stood up, turned to pick up her pile of clothes. A bit of naughtiness entered her head, and she pushed her ass up high while she bent over, her long sexy legs so straight. She couldn't resist wiggling her ass, just a little.
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Dominica had given her a sharp spank across both buttocks!
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Daniella almost didn't dare admit to herself how much she had liked that. But she knew her Mistress meant business. She quickly gathered her clothes, tucked them under one arm, then took the plate, silverware, wineglass, and box from the table. She realized she'd run out of room to carry anything more, and the wine bottle was still there. Dominica glared up at her, wordlessly, one eyebrow arched, challengingly. What to do? Daniella paused for a moment, undecided, and finally risked taking away what she could carry NOW, and would come back for the wine bottle in a minute.
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She trotted, barefoot, to the kitchen. Set the dinnerware down. Took her clothes to her room, folded them, put them by the pallet there. Back to the kitchen. No, wait, back to the dining table. Take the wine bottle. Dominica ignored her, focused on her laptop. Somehow, Daniella felt she was doing something right. Back to the kitchen. Corked the bottle, picked up the bowls, filled the sink, washed, rinsed, dried, put away. Wiped everything clean. Why, why, why, was her pussy dripping so much? Why was she shaking? She wanted only to please Mistress! She wanted... she wanted...
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"On your knees, slave!" Dominica had walked into the kitchen, and was standing in the doorway, her arms crossed.
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Daniella stifled a yelp, and dropped to the floor, her lust feeding her fear, her fear feeding her lust. She didn't know what was going to happen. She was scared, and hopeful, and... and... Daniella's touched her forehead to the floor, aching to please her Mistress.
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She could hear MzDominica walking around the kitchen. Stopping here and there. Opening cabinets. Daniella began to shake. She couldn't help herself.
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"Good job, my little slave."
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Daniella's shaking stopped. She melted into the floor, from sheer pleasure. Quietly, she awaited her Mistress' next words.
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"I have a special treat for you outside, my little slut," she said. "Stay on your knees, and crawl. Follow me. Follow... Follow..."
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Daniella's mind went completely blank, and she crawled, following wherever her Mistress' form led. Out of the kitchen to the hallway, then through the living room, to another door. A door that led outside.ÂÂ
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Dark. Cold. The sound of crickets everywhere. A whooshing sound, and a loud humming. Daniella was so focused on Dominica's feet, she didn't notice the soft glow of light, but she could feel the warmth on her left side, and could smell the chlorinated water.ÂÂ
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The hot tub whooshed and bubbled, just outside Daniella's awareness, which was all focused on her Mistress. Then she was treated to the glorious vision of her mistress opening her robe, dropping it to the wooden deck, and stepping slowly, naked into the hot tub. Dominica stood, waist deep, for just a moment, then sank into the warm, bubbling water, just her head above the surface. Then she turned and looked at Daniella, who had stopped moving, thinking -- even her breathing was so shallow, it was hardly noticeable.
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Dominica smiled at her slave, on her knees, her naked skin highlighted by the soft lights from the pool.
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"Come in, my little rubber slut! Come closer to your Mistress! Get into the nice, warm water, and sink down with Dominica!"
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Daniella didn't even notice herself moving. Somehow, she seemed to flow into the hot tub, next to her Mistress. Dominica guided her to a seat, positioned so a jet of water shot directly at her aching sex. Ohhhhh, so warm and good. Thrumming, throbbing, pumping.
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"You cannot cum, Daniella. Not till I give you permission. Feel the water jet, caressing your pussy, invading you, molesting you. Closer and closer to an orgasm. Closer, and closer, and closer. But not yet, little girl. I have plans for you, and you cannot cum, yet. Repeat it, slave. You cannot cum, yet!"
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"I cannot cum, yet," Daniella barely whispered. Ohhhhh, so warm and good. Mistress was so good to her, teasing her, torturing her, seducing her, forever, and ever, and ever.
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"That's right. You cannot cum, yet. Just feel yourself sinking into the water, next to me. Sinking... sinking... sinker... sinker... siiiiinkerrrr! Down, and down, with me, into the warm, bubbling water. So warm. So soft. In my arms, Daniella. Sinker... sinker... sinker..."
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Daniella felt so warm all over, the water jet pumping, pumping, pumping into her pussy. Her eyes kept drifting closed, then opening again, unable to look away from Dominica's beautiful eyes, somehow even deeper green in the light from the hot tub. Deeper and deeper green...
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"Deeper and deeper, Daniella," Dominica whispered. "Deeper and deeper into the warm, bubbling water. Feel the water jet on your pussy. Feel my hands, gently squeezing your breasts."
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Daniella's eyes slowly opened again. She hadn't realized they'd been closed. Dominica was holding up the black latex glove again, so close to the slave's face. Even over the hot tub, she could still smell the rubber, sharp and a little acrid. It smelled so good.
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"Rubber slave must obey Dominica. Rubber slave must obey Dominica. Deeper and deeper, Daniella. Watch the rubber glove. See the pretty black rubber. See the lights reflect off its surface. So shiny. So shiny." She was swinging the glove again. "So shiny. You feel so aroused, and yet you cannot move. You are so hot, and yet you are frozen in place. Watch the shiny, shiny glove swing back and forth, back and forth. So pretty. Every swing back and forth, is a gentle caress on your breasts. A gentle stroke on your wet pussy. So close to orgasm. So close."
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Daniella was panting now. She wanted to squirm in the warm bubbling water, the jet felt so good -- but she could not move. Her hands lay limply at her sides. Her legs were wide apart, letting the warm, bubbly jet caress her sex, more and more urgently.
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"Look up, now, Daniella. Open your eyes, and look up. Talk to me. Tell me what you see."
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Daniella's eyes opened, completely beyond her own control, and she gazed up into the night sky. Far away from the city, the sky was inky black -- yet ablaze with stars. Thousands and thousands of twinkling lights floated above, and overhead was the wide path of the Milky Way. Barely able to speak, she managed to mumble, "Stars."
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"Mmmmm, that's right, pretty girl. Stars. In a deep black sky. Look over here, Daniella. What do you see, that's all deep black?"
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Daniella's vision seemed to trail, as she brought herself to look back at Dominica, gently swinging the rubber glove back and forth. Back and forth. Her lips made a bubble as she said, "Rubber."
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"That's right, babi. Black, shiny rubber. Look at the shiny lights on the rubber. Watch them swing, back and forth. Feel your pussy being rubbed by the water. Mmmmm, so good. Now look up again. What do you see?"
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Daniella looked up again, at the inky black, with the pretty twinkling lights.
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"Now, back down here. Look at the pretty rubber glove again. Closer and closer to cumming. Back and forth. Look at the shiny lights. Back and forth. Now look up again."
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Back and forth. The rubber glove. The sky. The rubber glove. The sky. Daniella felt the hot jet of water caressing her pussy, invading her, fucking her. Her nipples ached. Rubber. Sky. Rubber. Sky. The stars began to look like highlights on rubber. On shiny rubber. Black, pretty rubber.
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"Look up, again. What do you see?"
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Daniella whispered one word, "Rubber."
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"CUM!!!" Dominica commanded. "Cum! Cum now, whore. Cum! Cum to the rubber. Cum!"
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Daniella's hips began to pump, and her knees rose up toward her shoulders, while she orgasmed over and over again, into the stream of bubbling water in the hot tub.
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"Cum! Obey! Cum! Obey! Cum in the water! Cum now!"
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Moaning, whimpering, Daniella spasmed again and again. It was such a release, she felt like she was turning inside out.
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"Cum, slave, cum! Cum, slave, cum! Cum! Cum!" Even with her hands wet, Dominica snapped her fingers over and over, as Daniella gazed up into the shiny rubber sky and came, helplessly, unable to resist.
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"Good girl," MzDominica cooed. "Now drift. Just float here for a moment. Gaze up into the shiny black sky and drift. Think of all the pretty rubber, wrapped tight around you. So warm, and clingy. Mmmmm."
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Daniella sat in the hot tub, her knees high, arms still at her sides. Not a thought in her head, her eyes gazed up into the sky, a big smile on her face.
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That's Part One -- and the weekend is just starting! Daniella has ALL night ahead of her, and Mistress has lots of exciting, rubbery plans for the little slut!
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Mountains of Rubber: Chapter 2, First Night
-- by jessicablank
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Synopsis: Dan is enjoying a wonderful weekend as MzDominica's slave, up in her mountain cabin. In the hot tub, Mistress has graciously permitted her slave to cum, while deep in a feminization trance, focused on shiny, sparkly, black rubber.
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Chapter 2, First Night:
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"Time to wake up, Daniella."
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From deep in Daniella's trance, MzDominica's voice seemed to echo. She felt so nice, relaxed, floating, and warm. But she could not resist the pull of her Mistress' voice. Calling. Calling. Forcing her to awaken. She seemed to be rushing upwards, through the water, a roaring noise in her ears, the swift currents of the w
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"Wake up!"
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Daniella's eyes shot wide open. She inhaled a gasp of air. The shimmery, black rubber sky still hovered over her, trying to empty her mind out again.
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"Look at ME, slave!"
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Daniella shivered, even in the hot water, as her eyes locked onto Mistress' swirling green eyes. It wasn't with cold, but excitement.
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"Good girl," Dominica continued. "Now, get out of the hot tub. Go inside to your room, and kneel on the floor. I'll join you in a minute." There was something about her smile, the left side raised just a little higher than the right. She had plans, Daniella could tell.
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The slave climbed out of the hot tub, onto the deck. She felt so cold. Not sure if she should walk or crawl. She glanced back at her Mistress, then at the door, and quickly shuffled into the cabin, expecting to be commanded to drop to all fours. The command never came, so Daniella briskly walked through the living room, to her room, and collapsed there, still covered in droplets of water from the spa. Her mind went blank... blank... expecting nothing, hoping for everything, receiver, empty, waiting...
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She had no idea how much time had passed when Dominica appeared in the room, again wearing her robe. But from the scent of fresh soap, the slave could tell her Mistress had showered or bathed after leaving the hot tub. Dominica slid the slipper off her left foot, and extended her foot toward the slave -- kneeling, skin still slick with chlorinated water, now cold on her naked skin. Daniella scooted forward, not daring to touch her Mistress' foot without permission. She touched her head to the floor, just inches from Dominica's toes. She could not see it, but MzDominica smiled, enjoying the control she had over her slave.
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"Kiss my foot, slave," she commanded. "Three times -- once on the big toe, once on the instep, once on the ankle." She watched as Daniella's body shook, while she obediently kissed -- only where commanded, only as many times as commanded, however much she ached to keep kissing, to rub her face on her Mistress' feet.
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"Good foot slave!" Daniella almost lost consciousness, hearing that. "Now, my little slut. It's time to open the heavy suitcase. Crawl over here. Rise up on your knees, and open it."
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The slave crawled to where the suitcase sat on the floor. She laid it down, undid the catches, unzipped the zipper, and lifted the lid. Her sharp intake of breath was exactly the reaction MzDominica had been looking for.
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The suitcase was filled with black rubber. Daniella couldn't see it all at once, packed in there. But she could tell, it contained rubber sheets, more rubber dildos -- all kinds of delicious rubber toys! No wonder it had been so heavy!
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"Look at it, Daniella," Dominica whispered. "All that beautiful rubber. Lean forward, inhale the scent."
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The slave's mind began to drift. She began to forget that she had almost had a thought. But couldn't recall what it was. The rubber smelled soooo good, and all she wanted to do was obey... obey... obey...
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"Good girl, my... rubber... slave!" Dominica's voice made Daniella drift even more. The world felt fuzzy, indistinct. She felt so warm again.
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"Now, I want you to pick up the top two things out of the suitcase. Pick them up, slave!" On top of a gloriously soft, folded rubber sheet were a brand new enema kit, with a two-quart, black rubber water bottle, and a smooth black butt plug -- not very large, but big enough to mean "business." Daniella was panting, and Dominica could see the slave was extremely aroused again.
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"Good," Mistress said. "First, I want you to take a nice, hot shower. Get all clean after your time in the hot tub." She bent down a moment, her voice a throaty whisper. "Soap up your nice, big titties for me, Daniella. Danielllllaaaaa!" The slave's eyes closed. She was starting to drift again. "Squeeze and play with them in the hot shower. Feel them grow even larger. Feel me fondling them, pinching your nipples." Daniella wanted to play with her breasts right away -- but her hands were holding the enema kit and the butt plug.
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Dominica stroked her fingers along Daniella's left cheek. "And when you're done," she said, "get yourself nice and clean INSIDE. This plug is going to be in you all weekend -- so be sure you do a thorough job! There's a tube of medical jelly by the sink, so you won't have any trouble sliding it in!" She moved her hand lower, held the slave's chin, and gazed warmly into her helpless eyes. "Now, get moving. Go on." She released Daniella's chin, and stood up, arms folded.
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The slave wasn't sure how to get from one room to the other, carrying things. So she awkwardly grasped the items to her chest, and crawled out of the room on her knees and elbows.
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"To your left, slave," Dominica said, as Daniella crept out the doorway. "Come back in here, when you're through, and wait for me!"
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Daniella showered in an erotic haze, not quite sure what she was doing, but hearing MzDominica's voice every moment, telling her how big her breasts were growing, feeling Mistress stroking her nipples, her neck, the side of her face. The warm water made her skin feel even hotter, her head even emptier. She kept setting the soap aside, cupping her hands under her breasts, thumb and forefinger tweaking the nipples as she squeezed her swelling tits, massaging them as she faced into the stream of water, eyes closed, letting the hot liquid run down her forehead, cheeks, and neck. Down to her breasts. So hard to let go of her nipples, and resume washing. So hard!
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She scarcely noticed herself toweling off, unpacking the big water bottle, fitted the tubing and nozzle together, rinsing the bottle out first, before using it. The slave caressed the soft, black rubber surface, lifted the bottle up, and stroked it against her cheek. Her eyes closed, her mind drifted, as the rubber scent entered her nostrils. She heard Mistress' voice repeating "Rubber slave must obey Mistress Dominica!" over and over in her head. She felt so good! Her pussy was so wet! She opened her eyes, and almost had to force herself to push the soft rubber bottle into the sink, turn on the tap. Wait for the water to warm up. Not too hot. Not too cold. An image of Goldilocks flitted through her mind -- Goldilocks looking for the perfect enema. She grinned, as the bottle filled. What would mama bear think, finding Goldilocks in the bathroom? Fuller... fuller... Now, big, and round, and warm. She screwed the top in, with its tubing, and looked for a place to hang the bottle. The shower curtain rod looked so very high... But that would mean the water would rush into her, so deliciously hard... She lifted the bottle up... up... When it was even with her face, Daniella could not resist giving it a brief kiss, the soft rubber so warm against her lips. Dominica's rubber. Dominica's command. Higher... higher... The hook was just the perfect size to fit over the curtain rod. She held the nozzle in her right hand, turned around, and gently inserted it. Reaching upwards and behind, she released the clamp.
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More warm water -- inside, this time -- she could feel it entering her, swelling her belly. She wanted it to squirt inside her harder. Slowly, she bent her knees, drifting down to the floor, till she was kneeling there in a little ball, playing with her nipples. Every squeeze of her fingers made her body quake with pleasure, and every spasm made something inside her relax, and the water flowed in even faster! Filling... filling... So warm, and full... rushing... till she felt like her belly was going to burst! She reached back, closed the clamp, eased out the nozzle. Then up, onto the commode, the sudden, mindless release, drifting again, as all that warmth rushed back out. She repeated a couple of times, till she felt as empty below as she was above. Her empty brain had to struggle to remember, what to do next. Oh, yes! She reached for the big tube of jelly on the sink. As she had been trained, Daniella squeezed out huge globs onto her hand. It felt so cold. She packed the globs inside her rectum, shivering with the sudden change in temperature. She almost caressed the butt plug, as she lubricated it. Then, reaching back, she slowly eased the plug into her anus. Automatically, she began to mutter, whispering to herself, "I must obey Dominica... I must obey Dominica..." over and over, each repetition relaxing her more and more. She could feel herself being spread wider... and wider... Suddenly -- plop! -- the widest point passed her sphincter, and the plug seemed to draw itself inside her, fucking her deeply in one, slow, single stroke.
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After a quick clean-up, and putting things away, the slave crawled back to the bedroom, feeling the butt plug shift inside her with every movement. Filled and fucked constantly, constantly.
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Dominica was lying on the bed, propped up against pillows at the headboard, reading a book, her right hand gently caressing the front of her thigh. The slave approached the side of the bed, then bowed her head till it touched the floor, awaiting Mistress' next command. She tried not to think about the thick plug in her ass -- but when she drifted, her sphincter relaxed, and the plug shifted position, stimulating her again, causing her to tighten the muscle, and remind her again. Fuck... relax... fuck... relax... Daniella had no idea how many minutes ticked by while she knelt there, the plug pumping into her.
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Suddenly, she heard a whisper of cloth on cloth, the thump of the book closing, and being set on the nightstand nearby. The bedsprings creaked a little. And Daniella felt Dominica's foot against the top of her head. "Kiss it, slave!" Dominica's voice! The kneeling slave lifted her head, stretched forward, and brought her lips to her Mistress' right foot. Just long enough for a brief "smooch" -- and Dominica's foot was withdrawn! Oh, she yearned to worship her Mistress' feet some more! Daniella could hear her walking to one side, near the suitcase again.
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"Up on your knees, again, rubber slave!" Dominica commanded. "Time to take the next set of rubber goodies out of the suitcase." Daniella rose up, and saw Mistress crooking her finger. "Over here, rubber slave." She shuffled over, on her knees, to the open suitcase, as directed. "Again, breathe it in. That strong scent of rubber. Breathe it in, rubber slave. Feel it empty your mind, and make you want to obey... obey... obey..."
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The next item was the folded rubber sheet -- but Dominica had moved things around. Now, on top of it were two more black rubber dildos -- one, a companion to the dildo the slave had caressed during the car trip; the other, somewhat longer and slimmer, with lots of little bumps near the base.
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Dominica directed her to pick up the dildos first, and to set the bumpy one on the night table, the other one with Daniella's clothes by the pallet. Then to open the rubber sheet and spread it over the four-poster bed. This was a bit tricky, since Daniella was not allowed to stand, but had to shuffle about on her knees, so she could pull the sheet taut. Her knees were getting a bit sore, almost distracting her from the butt plug that kept fucking into her ass while she moved. When everything seemed to be ready, she looked up at Mistress, awaiting further instructions.
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"Down, slave! Head to the floor, when you're waiting for me!"
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Daniella almost dove down to the floor, and bumped her head a little, trying to comply quickly. She waited, listening, and could tell from the sounds, Mistress had walked back to the bed, sat down. She waited more, a bit nervously now. Fuck... relax... fuck... relax... The rhythm of the butt plug seemed a little faster. Still inescapable.
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"Look up slave!" MzDominica commanded. "Sit on your heels, hands at your sides, palms upward. Spread your legs, open to me... open to me..."
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Daniella did as she was told, and her eyes went wide with what she saw. Mistress was sitting naked at the edge of the bed, on top of the rubber sheet, with the bumpy dildo deep in her blonde pussy, stroking it in and out... in and out... with her left hand, while her right hand rubbed little circles around her clit.
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"That's right, slave. You can smell my pussy from over there, can't you? The scent enters your nose and goes straight to your empty little brain." Stroke... stroke... stroke... "You want to lick me so much -- but you know you can't! You are frozen in place, unable to move. Frozen." Around and around and around. "Watch the dildo, how shiny and slick it is getting, with my delicious juices." Dominica kept stroking, while her right hand rose from her clit briefly, and pinched her nipples each in turn, first the right, then the left. Then back to her clit. Around and around and around. Up to her nipples again, back to her clit. Around and around. Dominica's hips began to buck. "Start panting for me, slave. You want to watch me cum, don't you?"
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Daniella's eyes wouldn't even blink. Her chest was heaving, laboring to breathe. Her hands useless at her sides, her legs apart, her sex dribbling little droplets onto the floor.
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"Unable to move, unable to think. Able only to watch your Mistress. Watch me, Daniella. Watch me cum!" Dominica began stroking faster, her other hand flying from nipples to clit and back, her hips bucking -- all the time, watching her frozen slave, who knelt in front of her, eyes glazed, mouth slackly open, even drooling a little. Closer... closer... Dominica's gasps were much louder than Daniella's. Dominica began to moan, sending a tingling all through Daniella's body. Closer... moaning louder... her voice going higher, higher -- Dominica came, still staring at her helpless slave, smiling triumphantly at her complete control over the little rubber slut. Pumping and pumping the dildo, furiously, into her cunt -- then holding it in, tight, as she spasmed with wave after wave, eyes finally closing, right hand circling, wiggling, her voice almost humming as her orgasms continued, minute after minute, while Daniella watched, frozen, her sex swollen and dripping.
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When the waves subsided -- gradually, gently -- and Dominica relaxed, she looked down at the black dildo in her cunt, then up at her slave, and smiled. Gazing into Daniella's eyes, she drew the rubber toy out of her pussy, slowly, slowly and held it in front of the slave's face, waving it gently back and forth. She watched Daniella's eyes track the glistening shaft as it moved, noticing her gaze lock on the long drip of pussy juice that was dribbling down the side, almost ready to drip onto Dominica's slender hand.
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"Open your mouth, rubber slave," Dominica commanded. "Lick the dildo all clean. Get every drop of my juices. Every drop."
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Daniella leaned forward, and caught the big dribble with her tongue, licking all the way to the tip of the shaft. She licked up and around the shaft of the dildo, then when Mistress tilted the end toward her face, wrapped her mouth around the tip and sucked it as deeply as she could. When the dildo was all clean, now only glistening with Daniella's saliva, Dominica had the slave clean all her fingers the same way.  Licking from base to fingertip, then down on the finger, fellating each one like a tiny cock.
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Dominica stood up, and walked to the night stand. She pointed at the rubber sheet, now also glistening in one spot with her pussy juices. "Time to make your bed, my slave!" Daniella must have looked confused, but Dominica only smiled. "Take the rubber sheet, and put it on your pallet. Make sure the wet spot is where your head is going to go!"
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The slave shuffled around again, on her sore knees, hardly noticing the trails of pre-cum she was leaving on the floor. She pulled the rubber sheet off the four-poster, careful not to lose any of Dominica's precious drippings, then shuffled over to the pallet. Awkwardly, she spread the sheet over the pallet, and tucked it under at the edges and corners. The feel of all that soft rubber was arousing her even more.
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Dominica was clearly pleased. "Good, my little rubber slut! Now, crawl over here one more time! Bow your head to the floor." Daniella crouched on the floor, awaiting Mistress' next command. "Time to be my little she-male, Daniella. Dan/Daniella. Little she-male. Feel your breasts, how big they still are. Mmmm... But your cock! My goodness, it's just big enough to see, but it's there, isn't it, my little slut?"
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Head still against the floor, Dan/Daniella nodded, and barely managed to croak, "Yes, Mistress."
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"Yes, it's right there. Your little bitty clitty-cock. Mmmm, so hard and horny for Mistress! So wet and drippy. But it's sleepy time for my little she-male. My little whore. Time for sleep now. Time for sleep. Kiss my foot goodnight!" The slave's head lifted, and dutifully kissed Dominica's right foot. "Now, up on your knees again." Daniella rose up on her sore, aching knees. He/she could see that Dominica held the bumpy dildo just in front of his/her face. Even cleaned off, it still smelled delightfully of her pussy. "Open your mouth, and take this in it." The slave obeyed. "I want you to hold this in your mouth, all night. Now, crawl over to your pallet. And get the other two dildos. You're going to hold those in your hands. Crawl over there, and kneel on the pallet, up on your hands and knees. Remember which end is for your head!"
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Dan/Daniella crept to the pallet. It took a moment for the slave to dig the one dildo out of the pants pocket. Then the she-male climbed onto the pallet, like a dog on all fours.
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"Good, my little she-male slave." Dominica walked close to where Dan/Daniella crouched on the rubber-covered bedding. She gently stroked the back of the slave's head. "Now, my instructions for the night. Listen carefully, slave. Relax your arms, slowly, and bring your head down, onto the soft, smooth rubber. Spread your legs a little -- keep your knees bent! That's right, tuck your chin down, so you can keep the dildo in your mouth, while your face rests in that nice puddle of my delicious pussy juices."
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The slave was now positioned, face down, ass high. A dildo in each hand, one in his/her mouth, and the butt plug behind. He/she wasn't sure which scent was more arousing -- the scent of the rubber, the scent of Dominica's bare skin, still on that rubber, or the scent of her pussy. Right where her head was! Oh, Goddess!
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"Good little slut! Feel your huge tits, squashed down into the rubber. Your nipples so hard against it. Wiggle your shoulders now, Dan/Daniella... Rub your nipples against the soft, slippery rubber."
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It felt so good, the slave started to moan! His/her hips started to buck, fucking the air. The plug continued to fuck... relax... fuck... relax...
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"Now, all night, your little clitty-cock is NOT to touch anything. Not your thighs, and especially not all that delicious rubber. Just keep holding those thick, rubber dildos in your hands. That juicy rubber dildo in your mouth. That thick butt plug in your ass. Caress the dildos in your hands. Suck on the dildo in your mouth. Feel the plug fucking you. Rub your tits into the soft rubber. Feel the rubber all around you. Smell it. Smell me, your Goddess Dominica. But your cock is not allowed to be touched. Do you hear me, slave?"
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Dan/Daniella managed a nod of the head, and a "Yeff, Mifftreffs!"
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"You want to hump that rubber with your clit soooo bad! Don't you? Don't you?" At this, Dan/Daniella moaned again. "But you can't. As soon as your hips start to move forward, you see my beautiful green eyes in your mind, swirling... spinning... Making you unable to move. Frozen. Making you drift... and become sleepy... sleepy... sleepy..."
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Already, the she-male was becoming more aroused and more sleepy by the moment.
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"Pleasant dreams!" The slave felt another stroke of Dominica's hand on the back of her head. Then she could hear Mistress walking out of the room, flicking off the light switch. The room went dark.
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And in that darkness, the slave inhaled the scent of MzDominica's pussy, of her skin, of her rubber sheet. Rubber was everywhere. Everywhere. The slave's little cock continued to drip... drip... drip... onto the rubber between his/her legs. Fuck... relax... the butt plug never seemed to stop. He/she rubbed her face in little circles, in the puddle of Mistress' juices. The rubber dildos felt so firm and soft at the same time, in each hand, in his/her mouth. Stroking, stroking, stroking the dildos -- her little clitty-cock aching for the tiniest touch. It felt like his sex had simply turned into liquid between her legs, all sloshy and drippy, not solid at all. The slave started to thrust forward -- all that soft, smooth rubber was just inches away. But the vision of Mistress' green eyes emerged before her, all around him, making her forget how to move. Drifting... sleepy... Fuck... relax... fuck... relax... Squeeze... stroke... suck... So much nice rubber... Mistress so sexy... Rubber... Pussy... Drippy... Nipples... Drifting... Rubber... Obey... Obey... Obey...
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During the night, MzDominica quietly walked into the room and checked on her slave. Dan had collapsed down onto the pallet, shoulders slumped forward, all muscles relaxing, as he had drifted into sleep. But his ass was still high in the air, his cock touching nothing. Good boy. She knelt close to his head, and whispered some instructions to him, gently, as he continued to descend deeper into sleep.
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Mmmm... there are still lots of goodies in that big, heavy suitcase. And we're only up to Friday night!
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Trained, Restrained, and Empty-Brained
Trained, Restrained, and Empty-Brained
-- by jessicablank
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Glenn got home from work, and found the package on the front porch. Not something he'd ordered -- but the name of the company seemed familiar, somehow. He brought it in, with the rest of the mail, sorted through the bills, set the magazine aside. Then he opened the package. Two metallic dildos, a couple of little clamps, and a little box of electronics, with USB cables leading out of it. He looked at the paperwork that came in the box. He didn't remember ordering any of this!
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Then he saw the gift message. "Cyber pussy must obey -- MzDominica."
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Glenn felt very dizzy. He pulled a chair out from the dining room table and sat down. Re-read
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"i must obey Dominica," he replied. Speaking to the room. Speaking to nothing. Speaking to Mistress, so far away. "Cyber pussy..." His name was... "Cyber pussy..." Nipples felt so hard. "Cyber pussy..." Green eyes pulled him down, making him so sleepy. Slave tried to remember his name. "Cyber pussy..." Slave tried to remember... "Cyber pussy..." Slave tried to remember... the ballet... dancing and spinning... aching for Mistress... the ballet... the spinning and dancing... Giselle... Dancing... Spinning... "Cyber pussy..." Spinning... Giselle... Deeper and deeper... Pretty and fragile and aching, always aching, needing, wanting... Giselle... "Cyber pussy..." Giselle...
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Feeling so sleepy, so hard to open her eyes, giselle booted up her computer. It was hard to log in -- she kept typing "giselle" instead of "Glen" -- but eventually, she got it. A little more effort, trying to sign in to her instant messenger. And giselle was finally online, trying to remember why she was here. She gazed around the room... at her computer... down at her hands... trying to remember what she was supposed to do...
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Suddenly, a message appeared on her instant messenger.
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"How have you served Dominica today?"
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"Good evening, Mistress," giselle typed.
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"Hello, My pretty slut," MzDominica replied. "What are you doing tonight?"
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giselle had to think a moment. Thinking was hard. What WAS it she was doing, before she logged in? Oh, yes! The package.
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"i got the equipment You had me buy, Mistress," the slave replied.
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"you got the plug-ins and everything?"
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"Yes, Mistress. It all arrived today." giselle looked at the contents of the box. Something told her what she needed to do. "i just need to attach the two USB cables and the additional power supply, and it's all ready," she responded.
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"Good girl, giselle," MzDominica wrote. "I'm going to bring up the program at My end. And tell My household slave to bring me a nice, big cup of hot chocolate. I'm going to do something... you tell Me when you're ready."
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"Yes, Mistress," giselle replied.
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The slave inserted the two USB plugs, and the external power box. And then she suddenly remembered she needed to get the big tube of lubricating jelly out of the bedroom. she trotted down the hallway, on her tiptoes -- still conditioned from her last session with Mistress to believe she was wearing ballet boots. Step, step, step -- so quickly and quietly moving through the house on tiptoe. She picked up a few other things -- a glass of water, a towel, a big plastic bag. Back to the computer, back to the chair. The comfortable office chair with the swivel seat. giselle covered the seat with the plastic bag to protect it, then draped the towel over it. she knew she was going to get VERY wet tonight.
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giselle sat down in front of her computer and opened the tube of medical jelly. A mental check: interfaces plugged in, power supply plugged in, dildos ready, clamps ready, jelly ready... she reached over to the big glass of water on her computer desk, lifted it to her lips, and downed the contents -- so smoothly, so quickly. Twelve ounces, gone in as many seconds. No hiccups, no burps, no gagging. Just pure swallowing and hydration. Getting ready. she was going to be here a while.
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"i am ready, Mistress," giselle typed.
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"Good girl," Mistress replied. "Feel those words make your nipples catch fire, make your hips wiggle. you feel it, don't you?"
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Gasping for air, giselle typed, "Yes, Mistress. i must obey Dominica."
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"That's right. you MUST obey," Mistress replied.
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"i must obey Dominica," came giselle's reply. Automatic, without thought.
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"Now, giselle, pick up the dildo marked number one. you DO know what a 1 looks like, don't you?"
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giselle: (Giggle) Yes, Mistress. It's long and thin... like a dildo!
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MzDominica: That's right, pretty girl. Feel yourself dropping into a giggly, bimbo trance. you like long, thin dildos, don't you, pretty girl?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress. They look so yummy. They make me need to be fucked.
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MzDominica: Need to be fucked, and need to suck. Filling ALL your holes. Isn't that right? Drop deeper, and notice how empty your pussy feels. Can you tell Me how empty your dripping little cunt feels?
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giselle: Soooooo wet and slick, Mistress. Those long metal dildos look soooooo good! Please, Mistress, i beg you to let me slide one inside me!
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MzDominica: Soon, baby... very soon. First, I want you to take dildo number 1... the silver-colored one... and cover it all over with the jelly. Get it all nice and wet and slippery.
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giselle: Yes, Mistress. i have a handful of jelly now, all slippery and gooey.
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MzDominica: Cover the dildo, honey. Get it nice and wet.
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giselle: Yes mistrs.my hnd is all goey typeng with 1 fngeer
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MzDominica: Wipe your hand on the towel, honey. I want both your hands free to type. Are your ready?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress.
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MzDominica: Then pull the band of your panties to one side, girl, and slide the dildo up inside your ass. DO IT NOW, SLUT!
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giselle: Ooooooooooh, so cold! Feels so good inside me.
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MzDominica: It's in? It's ready?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress. Feels sooooo good!
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MzDominica: I'm starting My program, turning on the power to dildo number 1. Can you feel it? Feel it throbbing and vibrating? The waves of electricity thrumming inside your ass?
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giselle: mffnnng. Ys, mstrsss. i. Oh, Goddess! Oh, it feels so good!
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MzDominica: Hold your ass STILL, slut! Do NOT move. I'm upping the power.
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giselle: Oh, Daddy! Mistress! i need to move, i need to wiggle. Please, Mistress.
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MzDominica: No. you will hold your ass still. Do you understand, slut?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress. giselle obeys.
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MzDominica: Now, pick up dildo number 2.
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giselle: 2... The... ohhhhhhhhh! The too... it looks... please, Mistress!
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MzDominica: It should be the gold colored one. Do you see it?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress.
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MzDominica: Pick it up, little cunny girl. Pick it up, and coat it all over with jelly. I want it to glisten. you must obey!
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giselle: i must obey Dominica.
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MzDominica: Are you ready?
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MzDominica: Slut! Are you ready?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress!
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MzDominica: Your pussy feels so empty, doesn't it?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress. my ass feels soooooo good! But i neeeeed to be fucked!
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MzDominica: Yes, you DO need to be fucked. Deep and hard. Your pussy craves to be fucked, doesn't it?
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giselle: Yes, Daddy. Please... Please let me use the... oooooooohhhhhhhh!
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MzDominica: you like that, don't you? I changed the rhythm on dildo number 1 again. Doesn't it feel good?
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giselle: Oh, please, Mistress, i beg You to let me move! Please let me hump my ass down on Your big cock!
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MzDominica: FREEZE, giselle. FREEZE. you cannot move -- except when I tell you to move. Your hand is holding dildo number 2, the gold one?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress.
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MzDominica: Good. Now, I want you to slide it into your pussy. SLOWLY, girl. Slowly. Make it last. Not all the way in, yet. Just the tip.
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giselle: Mistress? i'm so confused.
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MzDominica: Why are you confused, pretty girl? Confess!
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giselle: i... i don't have a real pussy...
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MzDominica: What do you mean, giselle. Jesssssiiiicaaaaaa! You must obey. Tell Mistress what you mean.
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giselle: i... It's a cock, Mistress. i'm so sorry. It's a big, hard, stupid cock, and i can't push Your pretty yummy dildo in my cunt because it...
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MzDominica: Shhhhhhhhh, girl! Stop now.
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giselle: Yes, Mistress. i apologize Mistress. i am sooooo sorry!
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MzDominica: That's okay. you KNOW you are My pretty girl, don't you giselle?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress.
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MzDominica: And that cock you think you see... that's just an illusion... Isn't it?
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giselle: Illusion?
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MzDominica: That's right. It's not the real you. Just an illusion, of your life as a boy. I want you to pretend with Me for a minute. Can you do that?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress.
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MzDominica: Pretend for a moment that the cock is really there. It's okay. It's just pretend. You can do that, can't you? You know you're My girl.
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giselle: Yes... Your girl, Mistress.
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MzDominica: That's right. You're all Mind. Now, I want you to slip that dildo UNDER the tip of that cock. Just underneath. Inside your panties, and under that cock. Do you understand?
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giselle: Under... yes, Mistress.
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MzDominica: you must obey.
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giselle: i must obey Dominica.
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MzDominica: That's right. Just slip it under the cock that you see. And feel the dildo sliding inside your pussy. Just inside you.
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giselle: Yes, Mistress.
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MzDominica: SLOWLY, little slut! Not the whole thing yet. Just the tip. Can your feel it?
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giselle: The tip -- oooooooooh!
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MzDominica: I've changed the signal in your ass again, slutty girl. DO... NOT... MOVE!
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giselle: crying Daddy, neeeed to move pleeeease let me move
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MzDominica: NO! Now, slide the gold dildo in your cunt. Under that pretend cock. Another inch. Just ONE more inch. And hold it there.
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giselle: i must obey Dominica. Oh, i need to rub my clitty. Please, Mistress, let me rub my clitty.
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MzDominica: NO, slut. Your clit is MINE. Do you understand? you will rub it ONLY when I give you permission. And you do NOT have permission yet. Slide the dildo in another inch. Deeper into your panties. DO IT NOW, BITCH!
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giselle: Yes, Mistress.  Mmmmmmmm. Oh, so good!
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MzDominica: Now shove it in all the way, slut. DEEP! DEEP into your cunt. NOW!
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giselle: Yes, Mistress. Deep inside me.
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MzDominica: Good. Do you feel THIS?
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giselle: Oooooohhhhh, Daddy, what is what is that what is what
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MzDominica: Both dildos turned on now. Thrumming and thrumming and thrumming. Vibrating and shooting gliding electrical signals all up and down inside your ass. All up and down inside your pussy. Throbbing and humming against your clit.
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giselle: Please let me move, Mistress.
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MzDominica: NO! FREEZE. Hold still. Hold still, slut. Hold completely still. Feel the thrumming and pulsing of My dildos, deep inside you. They feel so good. They DO feel good, don't they, bitch?
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giselle: Sooooo good. Ohhhhh, so yummy!
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MzDominica: Pick up the nipple clamps now, giselle. Pick them up. And clip them onto your nipples. Both nipples. Not roughly -- just let the clamps ease gently down around your nipples. Squeezing them so tight. Digging into your skin. Throb, throb, throb. Can you feel the dildos? The signals are different, the one in your ass so deep and slow. The one in your pussy getting faster... and faster... humming and vibrating and stinging your pussy. It almost hurts. It almost hurts. Rubbing and humming and stinging your clit.
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giselle: Please, Master, let me move.
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MzDominica: NO! FREEZE! you cannot move. Feel the clamps. Are they nice and hard?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress.
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MzDominica: Do they hurt, bitch?
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giselle: A little, Mistress. They're so tight. Oooooohhhh!
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MzDominica: you feel the clamps coming to life, don't you giselle?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress.
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MzDominica: Throbbing and stinging, caressing your nipples, biting them, pinching your nipples. All through My computer interface. So good. you are helpless, giselle. Unable to stop Me. Do you want Me to stop?
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giselle: No, Mistress!
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MzDominica: WHAT DID YOU SAY?
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giselle: Um, i meant, i do not want You to stop, Mistress.
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MzDominica: I repeat, slut. WHAT did you say? Confess. Say it again.
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giselle: Oh, Mistress, please...
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MzDominica: SAY IT!
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giselle: No, Mistress --- AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!
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MzDominica: Pain in your nipples, pain in your pussy, pain in your ass. I have changed ALL the signals -- for your dildos, for your nipple clamps. Pain... pain... PAIN! Your ass is on fire, your pussy is on fire, your nipples are in flame. What did you say? Say it again. SAY IT!
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giselle: Nnnnn... NO... aaaaaaaaaagggghhh!  Please, Mistress!
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MzDominica: Again!
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Jesssica: Nnnoooo! Oh, please Mistress, please forgive me!
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MzDominica: Again!
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giselle: Nooo! Oh, please, Daddy, please, stop, i beg You to stop, please, i must obey Dominica.
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MzDominica: Signals all changed now. Pure pleasure. Throbbing and pulsing and fucking into your holes. Feels good, doesn't it, slut?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress. Oooooohhhh!
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MzDominica: Stronger and stronger. You want to say "yes" to Me. You NEVER want to say "no" to Me. "No" hurts, doesn't it giselle? "No" hurts, doesn't it, giselle? Say "No."
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giselle: Oh, please, Daddy!
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MzDominica: you MUST obey!
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giselle: i must obey Dominica.
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MzDominica: Say "No", giselle!
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giselle: Nnoooo --- aaaaaaaggghhhhh!
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MzDominica: Saying "no" brings you pain. Saying "no" brings you intense, agonizing pain. Say "no", giselle.
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giselle: Nooooooo -- aaaaggghhhh!
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MzDominica: That's right -- even when it hurts, you cannot disobey. you cannot disobey. Even when I command you to resist, you must obey.
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giselle: i must obey Dominica.
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MzDominica: That's right, you must obey.
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giselle: i must obey Dominica.
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MzDominica: Say "yes", giselle. Say "yes."
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giselle: Yes -- oooooooohhhhh!
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MzDominica: Saying "yes" feels good, doesn't it, giselle?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress. Mmmmmmmm! Ohhhh, sooooo nice!
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MzDominica: That's right. Feel those dildos thrumming and humming inside your ass, inside your pussy, under that silly pretend cock. Thrumming and buzzing in your nipples. Say "yes."
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giselle: Yes.
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MzDominica: Say "yes."
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giselle: Yes! Ooooooooh!
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MzDominica: Now, pick up dildo number 3. Can you see number 3, the rubber dildo?
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giselle: Rubber... dildo...
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MzDominica: That's right. The big, black rubber dildo. With the big number three on the tip. Can your see it.
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giselle: ...ber.. dildo.. mmm... yes, mstrs yumm
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MzDominica: No jelly this time, slut. I want you to open your mouth, and push the big, soft, black tip with the number 3 into your mouth. Deeper... deeper... Deep into your mouth, where you begin to dream. Feel the signal...
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giselle: Oooohhhh, cherries.... And chocolate... and...
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MzDominica: Deeper and deeper, giselle. Feel the thrumming begin inside your mouth. The buzzing. The tingling sensation in your tongue. you can taste it, now, can't you?
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giselle: Taste, Mistress...
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MzDominica: you can taste My pussy, can't you, giselle?
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giselle: Yummm! Please, may i lick You, Mistress?
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MzDominica: NO! FREEZE! you cannot lick Me yet, giselle. you must remain frozen. Controlled. Unable to move. Taste My pussy, giselle.
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giselle: Ohhhhh...
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MzDominica: you can feel your breasts getting larger. The clamps are sending signals, making your breasts grow larger. Can you feel it?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress.
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MzDominica: you need to suck, giselle. you need to suck the dildo. you need to suck My pussy. you need to fuck back on the dildos in your pussy and your ass. you are FROZEN!!!!! But you NEED to do all these things. you CANNOT do them. you can only remain still. Passive. Frozen. Do you understand?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress.
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MzDominica: Mouth filled with My dildo, aching to suck. Mouth filled with the taste of My pussy, aching to lick. Ass filled, pussy filled. Humming, throbbing. Electric signals throbbing into you, fucking you, fucking you. you cannot move. Can you hear Me, giselle?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress.
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MzDominica: Now we can begin your deep training. See the file I am downloading to you?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress.
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MzDominica: Feel the humming, the buzzing in your mouth, your ass, your cunt, grow weaker.
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giselle: Please, Mistress. Please, i beg You not to stop!
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MzDominica: If you want Me to make the signal stronger, you must download the file and start it running. Will you do that, giselle?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress!
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MzDominica: Good girl. Download it now, then double-click on the file.
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MzDominica: SLUT! Are you there?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress!
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MzDominica:  Are you running the file?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress! Ohhhhhh, that feels sooo good!
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MzDominica: you LIKE saying "yes" to Me, don't you slut?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress! Ooooooh!
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MzDominica: Yes, another thrummmmmm in your ass, your pussy, your drooling mouth. Now, what do you see, giselle?
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giselle: A spiral, Mistress.
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MzDominica: And do you see anything else, slut?
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giselle: Words, Mistress. Flashing. Ohhhhh! Please Mistress, don't stop. i mean, i beg You not stop, oh please don't stop!
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MzDominica: What do the words say, giselle? Confess! Feel the pain again, until you confess. Confess! So confused, feeling the pain. you cannot think, you can only react. you can only obey. you must obey!
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giselle: i must obey Dominica.
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MzDominica: CONFESS!
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giselle: giselle is a whore.
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MzDominica: That's right. Feels good now, doesn't it? I have changed the signal again.
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giselle: Yes, Mistress. Ooooooohhhh!
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MzDominica: you love to say "yes" to Me. Now, what else are the words doing?
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giselle: Flashing, Mistress.
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MzDominica: and what else do they say?
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giselle: giselle is Dominica's whore.
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MzDominica: That's right. Feel Me change the signal again, up almost to maximum, now. What do the words say, slut?
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giselle: They are changing, Mistress. Flashing. "giselle is a whore... giselle is Dominica's whore... giselle is a whore... giselle is Dominica's whore..."
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MzDominica: That's right, giselle. Spiral spinning and spinning, flashing those words into your eyes. Into your mind. Feel the thrumming, the thrumming and buzzing in your pussy, your ass, your mouth. Feel your nipples throbbing, growing, your breasts growing, getting so big and full. Feels so good, doesn't it, giselle?
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giselle: Yes, Mistress. Oooohhhh!
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MzDominica: That's right. "Yes, Mistress." It feels so good to say "Yes, Mistress." Feels so good to read "giselle is a whore... giselle is Dominica's whore..."
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giselle: Yes, Mistress. Ohhhhhh... i am a whore... Mmmmmm! i am... Dominica's whore... ooooooohhhh!
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MzDominica: Good girl, giselle. Deeper and deeper. Time to start your DEEP training, now. Watch the screen, and feel the thrumming and buzzing increase. So good, in your ass. So good, in your cunt. So good, in your nipples.
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giselle: Yes, Mistress. Ooooohhhh!
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MzDominica: So good, to say "Yes, Mistress." Just sit there, giselle. Sit there, and let My dildos do all the conditioning. My clamps do all the conditioning. Watch the screen -- watch the pretty, spinning spiral. I have MANY such spirals to show you. MANY things I want to train into you. This is just the first spiral. Thrumming and buzzing. Taste Me, giselle. Taste Me. And watch the swirling spiral, the flashing words, and fall asleep. Deep, deep asleep. Down and drifting, asleep. Watch the spiral, and feel your brain becoming so quiet, so empty. you must obey.
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giselle: i must obey Dominica.
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MzDominica: That's right. you must obey Dominica.
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giselle: i must obey Dominica.
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MzDominica: Deeper and deeper down. We have all night, giselle. We have all night. Tonight... and tomorrow night... and the next night... And every night after that... Watch the pretty spiral, and feel the throbbing, the delicious current humming, and go to sleep. you don't need to think. you don't need to move. Simply watch and obey, watch and obey, watch and obey.
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giselle's body shifted downward into the seat, seeking a natural, relaxed position. The thrumming in her body began to engulf her senses, as the spiral began to engulf her mind. The first of many training sessions. The first of many. And there never seemed to be enough. giselle's mind sank into a quiet, happy stupor, as the spiral continued to flash and flash, and new words began to appear. Making her quiet. Making her feel sooo good. Making that silly, pretend cock grow smaller... and smaller... and disappear... A smile spread across giselle's face, even with her mouth stretched around the black, rubber dildo. Mmm, feeling so right. The programming was beginning. The programming was just beginning. Thrummmm, buzz, throb! The first of many quiet, mindless, delicious nights. giselle sat quietly in the chair -- her mouth, nipples, ass, and pussy buzzing -- watching the screen. Letting her mind empty. Simply obeying. Surrendering to the pleasure. Surrendering.
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The Making of a Big Tittied Cumslut 3
Chapter 3
Sunday morning bloomed sunny and bright. Birds were chirping it looked like a wonderful day. But for Last April she had gotten her first email from the mysterious “Friend†she had been instantly intrigued. A faceless person who seemed to understand everything Back then The content of the email hit Sandy felt horrible. She was on the verge of losing her best friend, her confidant, her advisor, her angel. She couldn’t take it after losing Mandy to lose “Friend†too. She looked at the clock it read 8:50 and thought oh no please go no! Mass started promptly at 9. She was still in her night shirt. She hadn’t showered. Her hair was a rat’s nest. Her breath was morning breath. And she only had 10 minutes and the church was a 5-10 minute walk away! Sandy jumped up and ran to her closet. The first dress her hand closed on she pulled out and put on, then she grabbed her hair brush and ran for the front door. Her family had already left for church. She hurried down the side walk dry brushing her hair knowing it wasn’t doing much good as she encountered plenty of tangles. She wasn’t even aware of what she was wearing only that it was a dress. As she arrived at the church she got plenty of attention and many openly stared at her. She saw her family and hurried over to their pew. Sandy hadn’t been to church in 4 years. She genuflected upon entering the pew then dropped to her knees in pray. She had once known the words to some pray but they escaped her now. She only hoped if “Friend†was watching he/she/it would approve. While Sandy had still lay slumbering next door the Molnars were up early. Pastor had left to meditate at the church, which was in fact his church now. He had shared with his wife how he had planned to call her and the kids up to the altar to introduce the whole family at once to the congregation. Pam Molnar thought it was a fine idea but advised him to let it be a surprise to the children. She was worried Judy would be too nervous and that Jimmy might dream up some kind of stunt. Pam kissed Pastor as he left and started breakfast for the family. Judy had awoken to a room filled with sunlight. She remembered falling asleep while reading; her parents must have just let her sleep. Judy was hot from lying in bed in direct sunshine still in her baggy and hot sweatshirt. She got up and pulled it off. She stretched and sat there a few moments trying to get used to her surroundings. It hadn’t hit her that mom hadn’t put curtains up in her room. She wanted to take a shower so without thinking she stood and unhooked her bra wanting a fresh bra for church. She was slipping it off when she heard a noise and glancing toward her door she noticed it was partially open. Judy jumped was someone spying? She quickly turned her back to the door but because the room was small doing that made her face directly in front of the window. She realized anyone might look in on her (Gus was watching and taking pictures). She grabbed her robe and quickly pulled it on. Judy gathered her stuff and decided changing in the bathroom was the best idea. Jimmy had gotten up earlier than Judy. Over the past couple years he had gotten the habit of getting up logging on and checking his emails to see if he had been sent any news on his role playing game. If he had stopped to think a moment he would have been less hopeful as no one knew his email address here, well almost no one. There was Gandalf he was almost certainly Dan or Doug the boys next door. He laughed to himself at there referring to themselves as Master Mind. He could teach these dumb hick boys a few tricks in the role playing game. When he opened his email he was elated to see he had a message. Yup it was from Gandalf just like he figured. But the message seemed strange. He frowned then giggled as he read it. It started out with a suggestion on what he was doing wrong in the game “…take the right fork and although the axe is most powerful don’t forget the bow…â€Â But then it changed it told him (it actually sounded like an order) to go take his shower immediately, he wouldn’t be sorry, and then come back and maybe he’d have another email. Jimmy figured why not he had to shower before church anyway so why not right now. Jimmy showered quickly wondering what the email meant about not being sorry he showered right now. Would he get another email? How would Dan or Doug know what he did inside his house? Jimmy had finished his shower and was hurrying back to his room anticipating what he might find. He was passing Judy’s room. Her door was partially open. Curiosity got the best of him and he peeked in. “Holy Cow!!!†there was Judy in her bra and she was unhooking it! Jimmy watched as her perpetually tanned breasts, Judy just had a naturally darker skin tone, came out of her bra cups. He would curse himself later but he couldn’t help the gasp that escaped his lips as her brown nipples were exposed to his eager eyes. Judy had heard something he dashed into his room, the bulge in his underwear pointing the way. But how? How could Dan or Doug no he’d see Judy’s boobs (complete with nipple shot thank you very much). Could Gandalf be someone or even something else? Maybe Gandalf was a real wizard! Maybe he could see the future and know what’s going to happen! Jimmy was rubbing his bulge as he hurried to his computer. At 12 Jimmy wasn’t a stranger to masturbation but he seldom did it. The risk was great that dad might walk in. He rechecked his email and sure enough there was a new email waiting for him. He opened it and read. “Judy’s boobs are awesome man! I bet you liked your up close look! Bet you need to rub out a load right now. Hell I bet you are right now! Well don’t worry the old man already left and what the heck you got that wet towel to clean up. Go for it dude! Just remember I did you a favor by letting you get a look so you owe me. Your dads going to call the whole family to the altar at church today. Trip and push Judy so she leans over the communion rail then every body will get a look at how big they are. Course they won’t get the view you got! Don’t let me down if you want any more free looks. (signed) Gandalf. The bells signaling the church service is beginning can be heard. The congregation is still buzzing over Sandy’s entrance in a bride’s maid’s gown that her mother had been storing in Sandy’s closet. It looks ridiculous on Sandy. And look at her hair it’s a mess. The comments running through the congregation range from giggles to outrage. The one person most pleased from Sandy’s entrance is Judy. Judy had felt like everyone was staring at her checking out the new family. Since that day when she was 6 and her life had changed she was never good in public situations. Pastor Molnar walked out and greeted the congregation. As was the usual he then read a list of announcements, most were just who was in the hospital, and who had gotten back home, and a church supper. When he finished the announcements he asked his wife and children to join him so he could introduce everyone at once. Pam, of course, expected this but the children’s reaction were quite different. Judy looked close to a panic attack. Jimmy looked a little confused. How could Gandalf have known? He must be a real wizard. Jimmy decided right then he must do as Gandalf ordered. Pam led the way up to her husband. The group had chosen to sit in the 5th pew as that would be a respectful distance. Passing the first pew and turning to walk to her husband Pam was a little distance in front of her children. Judy being shy was dragging her feet and Jimmy was right behind her. As soon as mom had turned the corner and before Judy could Jimmy tripped and accidentally pushed Judy forward. Judy could only stumble one step forward before she hit the communion rail and had no chance of stopping herself.  The communion rail hit Judy in the stomach. For a moment Jimmy thought he had pushed her to hard and she’d go over. He hurried and grabbed Judy to keep her from doing just that. Judy’s formless dress pulled tight at the waist and a large portion of the congregation was treated to Judy’s large breasts, outlined by her dress pulling tight, hanging down. Jimmy had exceeded Gandalf’s instruction because by seeming to help her he had actually held her there a few extra seconds. As father introduced his family Judy’s face was crimson mask from her blushing. She couldn’t bring herself to look up. If she had she might have seen a large portion of the congregation was indeed looking at her now shapeless chest and remembering what they had seen. After service was almost as bad as the entire Molnar family had to stand at the exit and shake hands. Most smirked at Jimmy, either thinking he was a clumsy young man, or thinking he had planned what he had done. Most smiled at Judy trying to keep eye contact, most failing at least a little and glancing at her chest. For the parents it was mostly “Nice sermon Pastor†and “Ma’am†to Pam. Gus Gully was at the back of the line of parishioners exiting the church. If any friends and neighbors were watching they’d have commented about how his limp seemed much worse today. Gus wasn’t hurting more than usual but he was going for sympathy from the Molnars. Gus had been receiving his own emails from a mystery source. His emails have alternating return addresses one is the local liquor store, another is a bar Gus frequents, and another is from an adult bookstore and novelty shop almost 50 miles away. In each case he had been given times when looking out his window, with his binoculars would be to his advantage. He had thought it was all a joke. He only followed up on the first one because he was low on cash and just sitting home anyway when the time rolled around. So he had looked out the window expecting nothing. He got a shock and a thrill when he saw Mandy out there Giving Paul first a hand job and finished him in her mouth. Her blouse was wide open and her little breasts buds stood out. Gus whipped his own cock out and stroked it hoping he could get off before the show ended. It was a little hard to see and he remembered much to his chagrin, the email had suggested binoculars (later emails would suggest a camcorder with a tripod). After that first email Gus never missed doing as he was instructed. The emails he receives are signed Dark Knight, he thinks maybe it’s from some old cop buddies. Last night Gus had been instructed to watch the Molnar house. After watching Judy read and marveling at the sight of the way her sweatshirt had pulled tight outlining Judy’s breasts he had a ding. He had received an email. He had been idly stroking his cock but not much about the view was changing he decided to check the email. The email was from Dark Knight it instructed Gus to get some sleep as he had an early morning on Sunday. Gus was confused early morning hell Sundays he slept till noon. The email said Gus would enjoy the sunrise watching it break on Judy’s peaks. Gus decided he should try for a little sleep. Dark Knight had instructed Gus to set a clock for 6AM. Gus found sleeping difficult but didn’t want to jerk off till his mysterious emailer said too. At 6 Gus woke he looked out the window Judy was just waking up. Then oh god she pulled her sweat shirt off. Gus had his cock in his fist stroking but after a stretch Judy turned her back to the window. Gus mutter over and over, “oh please turn around let me shoot my big load on those big melons come on big tits…â€Â As if by magic (he didn’t know Judy had heard a noise she quickly turned and faced directly at the window. For a moment the rising sun showed directly on Judy’s exposed breasts as Gus watched. Gus let loose his biggest orgasm in as long as he could remember. Saying “oh thank you god†as he came. When he went to his computer an email from Dark Knight was waiting. It said “Wasn’t that a Kodak moment. Bet your facing a big clean up. But you better get a move on. Time to thank god in person you’re heading to church. So clean up and don’t be late. Oh and by the way I think your injury is going to be an extra bad today better bring your cane. Who knows you could check into getting some domestic help, some young female domestic help. So as Gus hobbles toward the church exit he drops his cane he grabs for it but his hat falls. Judy comes to his aid catching both the cane and the hat. Gus smiling looking only into Judy’s eyes says “Oh thank you little lady I could sure use someone like you to stop over and do a spot of housework maybe even cook a littleâ€Â. Pastor has heard about Gus and everything he’s heard has been positive. When Gus adds “that he might be able to pay Judy a little something out of his disability pensionâ€Â. Pastor jumps in saying Judy is starting school tomorrow but maybe something could be worked out for after school. Gus senses their hesitancy and jumps in saying you could all come over I guess you could see first hand why this old bachelor could really use a hand. “Well perhaps we could pay you a small visit†Judy’s mom chimes in. When Gus says we could go there right now, he knows Pastor cannot leave the church till he makes sure the candles are all out and the church is secure. Is pleased when Pastor says “Well I suppose we might stop by in about half an hour but we’ll only be able to stay a moment as were expected at the mayors for dinner. Gus is elated and says “Fine, fine that would be just fineâ€Â. Gus hurries home he wants to make sure things like his binoculars are away and anything else incriminating. Gus is not a slob but knows that making that impression would show how desperately he needs the help. He puts ketchup on plates and sticks them in the microwave till the ketchup hardens and it resembles old unwashed spaghetti sauce. He piles dirty dishes in the sink. He dumps mostly clean clothes in a laundry basket by the door to the basement like its too painful for him to go down stairs and wash clothes. He is shooting for the moon but even if he is shot down he expects Pastor’s wife will come over and clean for him. She may be getting a little old for his tastes, Gus prefers young well endowed girls, and maybe a few pounds past her prime but he can still see the hottie in her. Gus’s house usually fairly tidy is a mess when Pastor’s family arrives. Pastor chuckles “saying it’s not too badâ€Â. Pam, Pastor’s wife, is looking around like a contractor preparing to bid on a job evaluating the home. Judy is standing quietly but at least her head is up and she’s mostly smiling. Jimmy seems to be the most truthful one when he says “oh gross!â€Â Pam finally says with an embarrassed grin on her face “you might need a whole cleaning crew if the rest of the house is like thisâ€Â. Gus is still pretending his arthritis is flaring up says “please look around all you want I have nothing to hide. But if you don’t mind I need to take a restâ€Â. Pam is still evaluating the living room and kitchen. Pastor checks his watch. Jimmy seems bored. Judy is watching Gus through lowered eyelids. Gus takes advantage that Judy is the only one looking and takes out a bottle of pills. He makes a production out of trying to get up. Judy asks “Mr. Gully can I get a glass of water for you sir?â€Â Gus settles back and says smiling “you’re an angel child a real down from heaven angelâ€Â. Pastor reminds his wife of there commitment as she starts wandering toward the stairs. She tells her husband that Gus really does need help. But maybe the job is a little big for just Judy. Pastor agrees it’s a big house and big job but he indicates Judy who is bringing Gus a glass of water. “I think she made her first friend here I think this might be good for her. Pam smiles and can do nothing but agree. She say’s “well the final decision is Judy’sâ€Â. They ask Judy and she says it might be could having something to do. Dad cautions that school work comes first and if Judy’s grades slip she’ll have to stay home. The Molnar family leaves for there dinner date promising to send Judy over after school the next day. Gus is a very happy man.                            ÂÂ
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Through the eyes of a beast
I woke up, startled, sweating and exhausted. I had had another dream.
This was the third night in a row, and this time I recalled some details.
I had faint images of a beutiful women groaning as I fucked her. But I had the feeling she was being forced.
"What he hell.." I thought as I reached for a cigarette. I sat and tried to remember more of the dream, to no avail.
I have had a sense that I could see through other's eyes since I was young.
Just flashes. random images, a few stuck out, like when I caught an image of young woman undressing through a window, I can recall how turned on I was even while wondering where the image came from.
I eventually decided that I had entered the mind of a peeping tom in this case and through meditation and
As I grew older I was able to enter minds at will, spying on my teachers, stealing test answers, I even studied my sexy teacher through her eyes in the bathroom mirror. Great tits!
I had gotten used to this talent, but the dreams were new. A few nights later I had another dream.
This time I remembered in vivid detail, and it scared the hell out of me...
I was in the eyes of a monster, I watched as he reached a muscled arm up to a screen and ripped it from its frame. He expertly jimmied the window lock and hoisted himsef, us, up and into a bathroom.
I caught a glimpse of him in the mirror, big and muscular, with tattos on his massive arms, slightly handsome with a crew cut.
He ambled into a hall in a big house and headed to a door. Without hesitation, he opened the door and entered a master bedroom.
I watched , fascinated, as he walked up to a king sized bed and gazed upon the small sleeping figure under the sheets.
He quickly reached out and clamped a big paw over the woman's mouth.She awoke instantly and her eyes grew wide with terror. The big man spoke," Bitch you better keep your fucking mouth shut or I'll break your neck!"
I could sense utter fear in the pretty dark haired woman as she nodded her head. The beast pulled out some rope and bound her hands behind her back, roughly manhandling the woman.
He looked down with satisfaction at his target. She was very pretty, wearing a sheer nightgown with thong panties, face down on the bed.
The rapist then reached down and flipped the small woman over, her chest rising and falling in rapid breath. He grabbed her by the hair with one hand and ripped her nighty open with the other, revieling a nice pair of tits capped with hard brown nipples.
"I'm not here to kill you bitch, but I will if you give me any trouble, you got that?" She nodded, moaning slightly as he cruelly squeezed her breasts.
He reached down and dropped his pants, exposing a massive cock, taking a handful of hair, he sat the small woman up and pushed his big dick into her small mouth, I sensed him smilling as he pumped his dick in and out of the woman's tear streaked face.
He drew back and then pushed his cock to the hilt down her throat, making her gag, her hands clenched into fists behind her back as she choked on the hugh member. He pulled cruelly at her hair as he pistoned in and out of her mouth.
He slid his cock out of her mouth and dragged her face up to the edge of the bed, forcing her head to hang over the side. Smacking her in the face with his cock, he said "Lick my balls, bitch!" He squated over her face and laid his big nuts on her lips. When she did'nt start licking, he suddenly backhanded her across the face, making her lip bleed a little, "I said lick my fucking balls, bitch !"
She complied, sobbing as she slid her tongue over his big balls. The beast finished ripping her nightgown off her tiny body and Slid his big hand into her thong panties. "Nice tight pussy, baby, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you tonite!"
He , we, looked down at the pathetic little woman as she licked his nuts, him jacking his cock. He suddenly flipped her over onto her face, her hands straining at the bonds. I sensed anothe cruell smile as he tore her thongs off her tight little ass.
He climbed onto the bed, straddling her small body. Laughing, he spit on his cock and began to work it up into her tight pussy. She moaned into the sheet as he gradually forced his cock all the way in.
He began to pump her hard, her tight ass gigling as the beast fucked her. She began to gasp as he pulled her head straight back with a handfull of hair. Making animal noises through clenched teeth he was dripping sweat onto her back as he urgently shoved his cock in and out of her.
Finally, after awhile, he let out a moan and pulled out, spraying her dimpled back with a load of cum. Getting off his victom, he pulled her off the bed and pushed her to her knees.
"Lick me clean whore!" he commanded as he shoved his dick back into her mouth.
Her eyes were wet and swollen from crying as she looked up at him, us, and began licking and sucking his softening cock. I could sence the smile on his face as he finally fliped her over and untied her hands.
She lay on the floor, sobbing as the beast got his pants back on and put the ropes in his pocket. He smacked her on the ass as he walked out, saying "That was good, bitch, I might be back."
He walked out the front door and left.
I awoke, sweating and thought about this dream. I was so real, I had to have been there! My talent was always used on people I chose, never coming to me as this one had.
I checked the paper a couple of days later and was stunned to find an article about the "hills rapist" a man who broke into homes of wealty women and raped them.
I waited with anticipation for the next time...........
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The Making of a Big Tittied Cumslut 4
Chapter 4
John “Doc†Demmer was outside loading his car when he saw the Molnar family exit Gus Gullyà Doc thought about his own secret. In the small town of John Demmer was, since about age 13, searching for the most perfect set of breasts in the world. At 13 he thought those perfect breasts belonged to his sister’s best friend. Every time she came over he was secretly watch her dreaming of seeing her large breasts naked. He finally achieved his goal when his sister’s friend had spent the night. All it cost him was a couple leg cramps (and a mess to clean). He had spent 3 hours hiding in the bathroom cramped bathroom linen closet. Since then he had found several sets of boobs which he thought were perfect all the way through college and medical school. When ever he saw a perfect pair he made it his quest to see them bare. He rarely failed his quest. As first a good looking boy then going on to become a doctor he seemed to have few problems separating a female from her blouse and bra. A couple years out of medical school and trying to establish his own practice he met Kathy Moore. The meeting was purely accidental. Kathy had left her small home town and went to the big city dreaming of the excitement and adventure (and romance?) that would be hers in a major metropolitan area. Instead she found herself being an overworked underpaid waitress. She had a crappy little studio apartment that she could barely pay the rent on. She was either at work or at home almost all the time. She was working a double shift one night; she needed the money as her rent was already late, when John Demmer’s car had broken down near the restaurant. He had come in only to use the phone and call for service when, he quite literally bumped into Kathy. John had not expected to feel, what he thought, were a perfect set of boobs. He had gotten directions to the phone and had turned and taken a single step when he collide with Kathy. She had been carrying a large tray of food raised up high to squeeze through between the closely packed tables. John had been pointing to where another waitress had said the phones were when his hand met Kathy’s breast. Shocked Kathy dropped the tray food went everywhere. Kathy’s boss was horrified and even though John offered to pay for all the ruined food Kathy’s boss fired her on the spot. Less than 6 months later Kathy Moore became Kathy Demmer and they had moved back to Worth. But just because John married Kathy didn’t mean he gave up looking at breasts. It only meant now he needed to exercise caution. As now as he watched the Molnar family, unobserved, he was able to take a closer look. Judy’s breasts were hidden by her shapeless sack dress once again but Pam’s clothes showed that mom had a very nice set too. Pam might be older and a few pounds more than her ideal weight still it was obvious where Judy’s curves had come from. Doc started imagining what both mother and daughter might look like naked. Just the thought put a contented smile on John’s face. John had always loved to talk about women’s breasts. In college he and some dorm buddies had actually made a chart ranking each girl they met. If you didn’t know a women’s name you had to learn it to put her on the chart. The chart ranked the women not by a number (like a 1-10 scale) or stars but by bra cups. The ultimate was 5 full bra cups. Very few women had ever rated a 5. Judy was a distinct possibility to top the scale and even a little heavy Kathy could be a 4 cupper. John no longer kept a chart but one of his dorm buddies lived in Worth. He was the only person in Worth that John could share secrets with. Norm Johnston was that man. He had settled down from his wild college days. His secret was that he wished he could be more like Doc. He knew about Doc’s affairs and his still never ending quest to find the perfect boobs. After graduating college with a CPA degree he found that girls where not as attracted to accountants as to young doctors. He sometimes wished he had gone to medical school but Norm couldn’t stand the sight of blood. Norm had moved back to Worth right after college and is a successful accountant handling several large farm accounts. Norm married hometown girl Sally Parker. The Johnston’s was not a perfect marriage as Norm preferred more full breasted women and in the breast department Sally was lacking. Norm married her because after getting drunk and having sex with her (he had failed with his date) Sally had announced she was Norm’s girlfriend. Not wanting to stir up trouble, Sally’s dad was an early client, Norm didn’t correct her. When Norm finally built up his courage, and his client list, he told Sally that he thought they should see other people. Then Sally dropped a bombshell that she had missed her period. She was pregnant with Norm’s child. Norm’s choices were limited he could either marry Sally before she showed signs of pregnancy or risk a scandal that might ruin him both personally and professionally.  Norm opted for the altar. And Sally Parker became Sally Johnston. A month after there wedding Sally came home from the doctor smiling and happy saying that it had been a false pregnancy. By then it was too late for Norm. Divorcing the daughter of one of his best clients was never an option. Sally did prove fertile. She bore Norm 4 children over time. The eldest David, named after Sally’s dad, was a bit slow in school and rarely was seen with other boys. Then came Billy and Bobby, they are identical twins. Both boys seemed to have been born with an overabundance of energy. They seemed to be always on the go and since they are identical twins they seem to be everywhere at once. Then finally there is Amy. Amy was a complete surprise. Doctors had informed Sally that after the birth of the twins that she would be unable to have any more children. Amy was a gift from god. The daughter Sally had always hoped for. John Demmer was pulled back was his reverie when he realized Rich and Pam Molnar were approaching. They had noticed him out at his car and feared their dinner invitation was about to be canceled. Maybe Doc had an emergency. Pam was especially worried as if dinner was cancelled she knew Rich would expect her to whip up a roast for Sunday dinner. This would involve hours of work for Pam. She had so looked forward to a nice relaxing day of letting someone else do the work. Pastor, without hesitation but with a look of concern asked the big question. “John is everything okay? Are we still on for dinner?â€Â John was smiling as he replied, “Oh yeah everything’s great just that meeting your family at church several members of the congregation expressed an interest in wanting to know all about you and your family. So Dinner has been changed to Wolf Woods and has become a barbecue. But don’t worry I can do magic with a grill and I’ve got a mess of thick juicy steaks for us.â€Â Pam was elated. Dinner at the Demmers’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’ would have been fun but she’d be expected to offer to help Kathy in the hot kitchen. But a barbecue meant the men did all the cooking she could just relax. Plus with more people she’d be at the center of attention. John suggested that Pastors family change and then Rich could drive his car and follow the Demmers’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’ out to the woods. Back at there house Pastor informed the kids of the change in plans and that they should change into light clothes they could play in. Jimmy was excited. Judy was a bit nervous after what had happened in church. Pastor changed into a short sleeve shirt and slacks but kept his collar on figuring he would be more Pastor than Rich today. Kathy chose a light print blouse (you could almost make out her bra through her blouse) and shorts. Judy chose her thickest t shirt; under this she wore a full bra, and shorts that were almost knee length. Jimmy picked a tank top and cutoffs. As Jimmy changed he noticed a flashing light on his computer indicating he had mail. He quickly logged on to see what the message was. It was from Gandalf telling him he did an inspired job at the church and that if he continued to show initiative Jimmy would rise in through the ranks of Gandalf’s legion. And wouldn’t it be funny after what happened in church if Jimmy could sprinkle some of that joke itching powder he got in Judy’s bra that way if Judy perspired her boobs would itch. Imagine how everyone would laugh at that sight! Smiling Jimmy logged off thinking of being near the head of a great legion in an upcoming magical war. He vowed that he’d follow Gandalf’s orders, he was now sure Gandalf was not Dan or Doug  He took the itching powder statement as an order and since Judy was still in the bathroom he could slip into her room unnoticed. Jimmy had no way of being sure which bra Judy would wear so he sprinkled a small amount of the powder in each. He moved quickly before Judy got out of the bathroom and changed. Pastor started calling for the kids and with Judy being last, as usual, they came down changed and hurried to the car. The woods proved to be the perfect place. Abundant room for the gathering along with many activities for people young and old a like. There was a volleyball net up, and horseshoe pit and a playground among other things. Along with plenty of wooded area if someone sought solitude. Judy upon seeing the number of vehicles parked at the entrance to Wolf Woods groaned almost silently. Pastor, again demonstrating that he was right for his calling, intuitively knew what was wrong. Pulling into a parking space he told Judy she had nothing to worry about. That a lot of the cars were families, probably having picnics of there own. He indicated the woods telling her she had nothing to worry about cause if the crowds proved too much she could always go off and be by herself and still be within easy ear shot if he called. Judy felt a little calmer she wanted to be a brave little solider for dad. “But why are my breasts starting to itch?†she wondered to herself. Back in Chicago Judy was considered a fine baby sitter. Younger children were easier for her to relate too. They mostly wanted stuff because they needed it, like a diaper change or to eat or have a mess cleaned up. But at some magical point, she wasn’t exactly sure when, people started wanting stuff they didn’t need. As her body had changed and developed she came to understand this all to well. That man when Judy was 6 had changed her childhood. But it had been her mothers fault too. Pam wanted to keep Judy in a plastic bubble so nothing bad could ever touch her. But the bubble kept the good away too. Sandy had never had friends. Never been on a date. There were a whole lot of never's in Judy’s life. About the only place her mom had taken Judy was to the nursing home Pam volunteered at 3 times a week. Judy was happy there. Whenever she was there she worked hard and was quite pleasant no matter what was asked of her. Judy reflected while there on something her mother had told her. That as people got older they become children again. And yes Judy understood that. They needed help eating and walking, they needed help into the bathroom (some even wore diapers). Judy thought of helping at the nursing home as if it was baby sitting, and she liked baby sitting. Jimmy wasn’t the only one who received email after church. David Johnston had also made a new contact in April. David’s new friend signed his emails “Cyber Punkâ€Â. His emails had mainly been about rebellion. Cyber Punk had parents just like David’s. They didn’t trust him with the simplest responsibilities with out following behind and checking up on him. David was really insulted the few times his parents had asked Sandy to baby sit him and his siblings. Sandy wasn’t even a year older plus she was a bitch after Mr. and Mrs. Johnston went out. Sandy would think nothing of getting on the phone and staying on for hours. Sandy experimented on Mr. Johnston’s computer. That was the one thing David didn’t mind. She’d go to sex chat rooms that David had no idea even existed. David learned about them by spying on Sandy. One time he even saw Sandy take her top off and sit there in just her bra. He had jerked off that night to the image of Sandy’s, admittedly small, breasts in her lacey bra. In April David finally convinced his parents that he needed a computer of his own, and because Mr. Johnston was tired of his computer being in use when he needed it, David got his own computer for his room. David had agreed his brothers could use it to but everyone understood it was David’s computer. Cyber Punk was good at hooking David up with porno sights. And like Cyber Punk, David’s taste in pictures was large breasted young girls, preferable wearing a few loads of cum. Since connecting with Cyber Punk David averaged masturbating 3 to 4 times every day. Cyber Punk also provided David with several story sites. But David, not being much of a reader, only really liked stories of control. Ropes and chains were cool, and even sort of medieval, but David’s favorite type of control was mind control. Cyber Punk thought that was so cool and that he loved those stories to that’s why he sent so many of those sites. Had David been smarted he might have seen how Cyber Punk was leading him to be just the way he wanted. On this particular Sunday Cyber Punk’s email to David was slightly different. It asked “Did you (David) enjoy the show at church. Do you think Judy was hot? Did you see how big Judy’s boobs were? Bet you wouldn’t mind Judy being your baby sitter. Bet you can’t wait to get to the woods and check out what Judy’s wearing. Want to have some fun? Maybe get a better look at Judy’s boobs. Have your brothers think they started a water balloon fight. Then watch for your chance and drench Judy’s chest. You’ll get such a cool view. To bad she’ll be wearing a bra or it would even be cooler! As the big picnic/barbecue began Pastor was most pleased by the large turnout. It seemed even the people not affiliated with the church had decided to come out to meet him and his family. The crowd of strange faces greatly increased Judy’s nervousness. Everyone was shaking her hand saying how happy they were to welcome her. Was it her imagination or did most of the guys, young or old, sneak a peek at her chest. Her over sized t shirt hid her curves, of that she was certain, and she had picked her thickest bra so her breasts were well hidden, but they still peeked. And why were her boobs itching more! She knew she was in the woods but ants couldn’t have gotten in her bra, could they? Judy felt close to panic and tried to catch her parent’s eye to let them know she needed to be alone but they were enjoying the spotlight. Finally Judy couldn’t take it any longer and mumbled something that could have been “bathroom†and hurried to the Port o Potty. Once in the cramped stall she felt blessed relief at being alone. But her boobs still itched. But her boobs were the only thing that itched so how could ants have gotten in her bra? She decided to investigate. She pulled off her t shirt, then unhooked her bra and removed it as well. She looked inside the cups of her bra. There seemed to be tiny brown spots on the white inner lining. Could this be what was making her itch? Where had they come from? Had mom done laundry? Maybe there was something in the water or the washer. With her bra off Judy decided it was a perfect time to see if she could rub away the itchiness she still felt. She had just started when a banging started on the door. Judy jumped before she realized it was just someone knocking to see if the bathroom was open. She knew she needed to get dressed so others could use the bathroom. She looked down for her bra, but it was gone! Her head swiveled searching the cramped little portable bathroom but didn’t see it. Then it hit her, the only place it could be. When she had jumped her bra had slipped between her legs and dropped down the partial full hole. It was gone. Judy groaned she supposed she could reach into the hole and retrieve her bra but it would be in no shape to wear as any number of people had already relieved themselves in the bathroom. Judy pulled on her t shirt hoping, but not being able to check as there was no mirror, that it covered her adequately. Upon leaving the bathroom Judy was met by the man who had knocked. He smiled at her but when his eyes met her chest his smile changed to grin. Judy knew right then that she needed to get away be by herself. The t shirt was not thick enough to hide the fact Judy was braless under it. Judy looked to wear her parents were she had noticed a couple trails leading back into the woods behind them. She discarded the idea of escaping that way as she would have to go right through the largest part of the crowd. Looking the other way was a fairly large open are where a few people were swatting a volley ball around. And in the distance she saw kids running around playing. She’d still have to pass people but there would be less people this way and maybe the kids wouldn’t even notice her. Her mind made up she started that way. She had seen the openings for a couple trails they were just past where the kids were playing. Keeping her head down, she didn’t want to appear rude; she hoped to not interact with anyone. She wondered what she would say to her parents about what had happened and why she had taken off.  She wasn’t watching where she was going but knew by the squeals of young laughter she was close to where the kids had been playing she looked up to see where the trails opened from. The sun was beating down and she raised her hand to shield her brow as she saw a sign. Just then a boy ran past. He was being chased. The boy doing the chasing had something in his hand. He threw it at the boy just as the boy darted past Judy. Judy had no time to react. A water balloon burst fully on her now braless chest. The t shirt stuck to Judy like a second skin. To anyone with eyes Judy’s boobs were visible through the soaked t shirt. A boy he seemed bigger than the others stood rooted to the spot staring open mouthed. Judy was frozen, not from the water that was very cold, but in shock. Seconds pasted before Judy yelped, crossed her arms over her chest, and bolted into the woods. She neither knew nor cared where she was going. David was standing on the path that led into the woods. His eyes bulged. His mouth dropped open. And hardness formed at his crotch. All this happened in the few seconds Judy stood frozen arms spread wide. When Judy bolted forward she soon realized that running with only one arm covering her boobs proved best, it allowed her better balance and speed. The path entering the woods was narrow with shrubbery at its beginning. David was standing in the middle of the narrow path. As Judy brushed by David, her free arm inadvertently brushed the boy’s crotch. Judy never even realized it had happened. To David it was another story. David had never had anyone touch him there; he couldn’t stop the groan that escaped his lips. Already Judy was to far away to hear it. David grabbed his own crotch and not caring if he was observed or not whipped down his shorts. He grabbed his cock; it only took 3 strokes before his warm white gooey fluid was painting the leaves of the bush next to him. David’s orgasm seemed to last forever as his testicles continued to pulse with huge spurts of cum. David didn’t know it but he was observed. He had been having a water balloon fight with his twin brothers, Billy and Bobby, they had run on ahead but at Judy’s loud yelp they turned back. They turned just in time to see the new girl put her arm over her chest and run, brushing past David, into the woods. Then something totally unexpected happened. Their big brother David, whom they thought was totally cool, dropped his shorts right out in the open. The boys thought David had to pee. Stuff shot out of his dick but it sure didn’t look like urine and it came in spurts. Was David rubbing his dick as the stuff came out? The boys weren’t sure what was going on but there own hands had gone to there respective crotches and rubbed some imitating David only with their pants up. With so many voices able to be heard from where the 3 boys were it is impossible to say how many other sets of eyes witnessed what David had done but one set was a certainty. Sandy had kept a close eye on Judy. She was searching the new girl for strengths and weaknesses. Sandy saw that Judy could be disturbed by large crowds; Sandy had watched Judy hurry off to the bathroom. Sandy watch from a small distance away as Judy left the port o potty. She blinked a couple times making sure she was seeing right but yes Judy’s boobs were definitely bouncing more after she left the bathroom then before she went in. Sandy discreetly followed Judy wondering what more she might see. She saw David chasing his brothers. Those clowns were behaving like little kids having a water balloon fight. The twins were running apparently out of ammo. David was holding a huge water balloon but it was fairly obvious he wouldn’t catch his brothers. That was when Judy crossed the boy’s path. Judy getting soaked and David’s reaction proved too much for Sandy she collapsed behind a tree laughing. Sandy knew she’d want to share this with “Friend†as soon as she got home. If she could ever stop laughing that is she thought?                                 ÂÂ
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Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 3, First Morning
Mountains of Rubber, Chapter 3, First Morning
-- by jessicablank
Synopsis: Dan is enjoying a wonderful weekend as MzDominica's slave, up in her mountain cabin. On her command, he cleaned himself out with several huge, warm enemas (ohhhhhhhh, yummy!), then inserted a thick butt plug which will be inside him all weekend. Then she covered a dildo with her pussy juices, pushed it into his mouth, and set him on a rubber-covered pallet to sleep, with orders NOT to rub his aching cock on the seductively soft rubber surface.
Chapter 3, First Morning:
Even in Dan's dreams, MzDominica continued to stimulate his sex -- insistently, relentlessly -- commanding him to serve her. He licked Dominica's boots -- up, up, up, to her soft, creamy thighs -- only to have
His eyes opened. Not quite awake, but realizing he was still in the bedroom, in darkness. On the pallet. His cock was on fire, and yet it felt numb. He needed to stroke it. But he couldn't let go of the thick rubber cocks. He needed to pee. So badly! Oh, Goddess, all that water, from the enemas! He began waking up, just a little. The rubber was all around, under him. So soft. Felt so good on his aching nipples. He circled his breasts around in a little figure eight, feeling the rubber catch on his skin, then slide, sending little jolts of pleasure that crept through his chest and up the back of his neck. He wanted it to touch his cock. Just a little. If he could just pump his hips downward, just for a second... Dominica's green eyes appeared in his mind. He couldn't look away. Her eyes swirled, making him sleepy. Need to remain still. Need to sleep. Need to pee... Pee... Need to stroke aching cock... Need to pee... Need to... Sleep... Sleep... Sleep...
Dan was kneeling on the floor, his head raised up to the bed, face down in the covers. Dominica sat on the bed, her right thigh against his right cheek. So soft and smooth. Cool and warm at the same time. He wanted so much to move his head, around her thigh, to find her warm, wet pussy -- but he couldn't move. He was frozen in place. Panting... panting... His tongue lolled out of his mouth...ÂÂ
Dan's eyes opened. Another sex dream! He needed to fuck! He needed to stroke! He needed to pee! His eyes focused on nothing in the darkness, not even thinking of the dildo that his mouth was so automatically sucking. His hands worked the other two thick dildos, furiously, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing! Hoping to feel the rubbing against his cock, like he had in the car, in his mind, inside his/her pussy. Dan's hips started to strain downward toward the soft, rubber sheet. Just one stroke! Just one -- she won't mind! His legs froze, he saw her green, swirling eyes, and his mind drifted... drifted...
Dan's nose nuzzled against Dominica's clit. Her labia spread around his face, wide and puffy and wet, as he made little figure-eight's against her clit with his nose. His long tongue slurped out, and licked a trail from the base of her pussy up to her clit. Dan's cheeks felt cool as Dominica's legs spread further apart, opening her pussy wider to his mouth, tilting her pink ass-bud up where he could reach it with his tongue. Slurp... slurp... slurp... Her hands dug into the hair at the back of his head, and pulled him in tighter against her crotch...
Dildo dropping out of his mouth, Dan panted as his eyes opened yet again. The room was no longer dark. On the floor in front of him was a little, plastic toy dog. Dan's mouth dropped open, and he panted some more. Woof! Need to pee. Need to peeeeeee! Neeeeeeeed to peeeeeee!  Dan/Woof crawled off the pallet, absent-mindedly leaving the rubber dildos behind, and padded out of the room, down the hallway, to the front door. There, he dropped down to the floor and began to whine, head against the door.
The doorway to MzDominica's room nearby was open. She was already up, just finishing breakfast at the dining table. With a big smile on her face, she walked causally toward Dan and stood next to him. Holding a leash and dog collar.
"Hmmm.... Poor little doggie needs to go for a walk?" she teased. She dangled the leash next to Dan's head. He looked back at her and nodded, whining a little more. She swung the hoop of the leash back and forth... back and forth...ÂÂ
Dan's mind was becoming fuzzy again. Dominica reached past him, and opened the door. The morning light streamed in. Dan was torn between looking out and watching the swinging leash. Mistress leaned forward, hands around his neck, and deftly wrapped the collar around him, buckling it in place. She trailed a long fingernail down his cheek, staring closely into his eyes. A heartbeat. Two. It seemed forever. It was over too quickly. Mistress stood up, towering over him. All he could see was her shiny, black boots, which seemed to go up and up her legs, forever.
"Outside, doggie," she said.
Something in the back of Dan's mind resisted. Outside? Exposed to the world? Naked? He was beginning to rise out of trance, out of fear, out of danger...
Dominica leaned forward and held a little rubber doggie bone in front of Dan's nose. "Sniff," she said. He could already smell the rubber. His mind began to drift. Dan took a slow, deep breath through his nose, letting the scent of that rubber stroke the back of his nasal passages, the back of his throat, the back of his mind. His conditioning asserted itself, so strongly. "Rubber slave must obey Mistress Dominica." It repeated over and over in his head. What he could see didn't seem so important, as what he could smell. The sweet, mind-numbing scent of the rubber.
MzDominica stroked the rubber bone under Dan's nose, over his lips. His eyes closed, and his ears seemed to hear that rushing of the ocean again. She ran the tip of the rubber bone from the bridge of his nose, downward, over the tip, down to his lips. Helplessly, mindlessly, Dan kissed it. She trailed it over his chin, down his neck, to the edge of the collar. Dan whined, whimpered, groaned -- neither he nor Dominica was certain which. She smiled, held the bone directly in front of his nose, and squeezed it briefly a couple of times.
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
Dan/Woof heard the squeaky toy, and his eyes popped open.
Dominica teased him, "Nice, rubber squeaky toy, for my little doggie. You want it? You have to come out. You want to pee? You have to come out!"
Dan/Woof's bladder was about to explode!
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
Dominica gently tugged Dan's leash, and began to walk out the door. The morning sun glinted off her shiny black boots. All resistance gone, Dan rose up on all fours and began to crawl after her.
She led him slowly out the door, down the porch, past the mini-van, to the short fence that surrounded the cabin. Only waist-high, but it formed a perimeter around the entire property. Dan hadn't even noticed it when they had pulled in, the evening before. Dominica guided him toward the gate, at the end of the walkway. Then she pointed at one corner of the gate.
"Pee," she commanded.
Dan/Woof was too deeply tranced now, to refuse. And he needed to pee, so bad! It was getting impossible to hold in the pee. His bladder was starting to cramp and loosen at the same time. Only a second or two, and he wouldn't be able to control it at all! He crawled swiftly over to the gate, angled his body parallel to the fence. Lifted his left leg. And he began to pee. Ohhhhhhhh, so good! The relief was so...
"Stop!" MzDominica commanded. "Follow!" she said, and tugged on his leash.
Dan felt his bladder clench up, and refuse to pee any more! But he was full to bursting! He followed his Mistress, crawling along the fence, a few feet away, just past some flowers.
"Pee," she commanded again.
Dan/Woof lifted his leg quickly, this time, and let loose a stream...
"Stop!" she commanded. "Follow."
Dan's bladder clenched up again. The pain was excruciating! He needed to pee! Pee! Pee! Pee! He needed to just let go and let it all flow out, so badly!
Dominica led him to the corner of the fence. "Pee," she commanded. Dan began to pee again. "Stop!" she commanded.  Almost, almost, Dan could have whined. But he could not disobey. He followed, further along the fence.
"Pee!" "Stop!" "Pee!" "Stop!"
Every little chance to pee made his aching bladder feel better. But every stop was driving him insane. With the need to release. The need to pee more. The pain of stopping in mid-stream. The pleasure of obeying his Mistress. Pee/stop. A few more feet. Pee/stop. Around and around the fence. Oh, so good to let go! Oh, the ache of having to stop!
Eventually, Dan/Woof found himself back at the front gate again. Shaking. Shivering. Still needing to pee! All he could see was her boots. All he could think of was obedience.
"Good girl," Dominica soothed. She stroked the top of Dan/Woof/Daniella's head, down the back of his neck. "Now, follow again. Over here to the corner!" She tugged on the leash, and squeezed the rubber bone. Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Dan almost ran, on all fours, hurrying to keep up. "Here, girl. Pee. Let it all out, little doggie. Pee and pee and pee, till you're all empty!"
Dan pounced into the corner, where he'd been just a few minutes before, and let all the pee run out, in a long, warm stream. His eyes rolled upward in his head and his eyelids closed, from the sheer pleasure of total, abandoned release.ÂÂ
Dominica trailed her fingers along his left cheek. "Good girl," she said. "Good, good girl. I'll tell you why, later. But right now," she squeaked the rubber bone, "it's breakfast time! Follow, little doggie! Follow your Mistress!" Daniella/Woof's tongue lolled out of her mouth, as she followed, bounding, after MzDominica, returning to the front porch. The slave didn't even notice that there was a second vehicle parked next to the mini-van. A small convertible, with the top down.
"Wipe your feet!" Dominica commanded, as they reached the threshold. Daniella/Woof rubbed her hands and knees on the doormat, scraping off the dirt, as Dominica opened the door again. She followed as Dominica led her to the kitchen.
There, on the floor, were the two pet dishes again. One with warm oatmeal -- maple and brown sugar -- the other with water.
Dominica led her slave over to the corner. Daniella/Woof felt suddenly so intensely hungry.
"Not yet, not yet, my little pet," Dominica gently tugged on the leash, back, then upward. "Sit up, paws in the air!" Daniella/Woof sank back on her heels, and held her hands high. "Good girl! Now beg! Beg for your breakfast!" The slave waved her hands in the air, close together, gazing into Dominica's deep green eyes. "Hold it... hold it... Good girl! Down, now. Let me take your collar off." She quickly unbuckled the collar, and gave the back of Daniella's head a couple of brisk rubs. The slave's eyes closed, and she arched her neck, pushing her head against Dominica's hand. "Good girl. Mmmmm, you like it when I call you good girl, don't you? Good girl! Yes. Now you may eat your breakfast. And be sure to drink all your water!"
Daniella bent forward and began licking little dollops of oatmeal out of the bowl, then turning to the other bowl and lapping up some water, then back to the oatmeal. Little by little, she finished the cereal. And just as she was licking the last bit of oatmeal out of the dish, Dominica bent down and slid another little plastic animal in front of her. This time, it was a fluffy, white cat. Daniella felt dizzy. She stared at the cat. And pushed her back and buttocks back, in a long, lazy stretch.
"That's right, my little pussy cat. That's right," Dominica crooned. Mistress purred at her slave, and Daniella purred back. Dominica smiled broadly. "You've finished your breakfast, little pussy," a glint in her eyes, "but you have oatmeal all over your face. My little kitty cat needs to wash, don't you? You remember how to wash?"
More and more dazed, Daniella reached her right hand up to her face, gently balled into a fist, and rubbed it over her cheek, getting some of the oatmeal on her hand. Then she licked the back of her hand, swallowing the oatmeal, and repeated with the left hand. Back and forth, right hand, left hand, licking, licking, licking. Her hands and face were slick and shiny with saliva mixed with oatmeal. The slave looked up at Mistress, with a big cat-like smile on her face, gazing into Dominica's eyes, and purred again.
MzDominica laughed -- gently, but her slave did look so cute. And a little ridiculous. "All right, Daniella, you cute little pussy cat. Little pussy. Little wet pussy. Time to get yourself wetter. Mmmmm. Time to get really cleaned up -- time for a shower." She reached forward and snapped her fingers. "Wake up, Daniella. Be my little human slave, now."
Daniella's head suddenly cleared, like fog being blown away by a sudden breeze. She realized she was crouched on the kitchen floor, Mistress towering over her, and felt so silly. But she was having an awful lot of fun!
"Crawl to the bathroom now, slave, and get yourself all scrubbed clean. When you're done, I want you in your bedroom again." She leaned downward, the closeness of her breasts making it difficult again for Daniella to think. "And while you're in the shower, I want you to try to guess what is the next delightful rubber treat I have for you in that great, big suitcase."
Daniella shivered, and realized the butt plug had started fucking her again. Fuck... relax... fuck... relax... She started to crawl out of the kitchen, then remembered she had two dirty dishes next to her on the floor. She turned, and started to pick them up.
"Leave those," Dominica commanded. "They'll be taken care of." Daniella turned, a little confused, and started crawling away again. Dominica gave her a firm swat on her naked behind. "Get a move on, now!"
In the bathroom, Daniella stood up, for the first time in so many hours. It almost seemed unnatural, standing and walking on two feet. She looked in the mirror, and saw the slick sheen on her face, the little flecks of oatmeal. "Oh well," she thought, "oatmeal is supposed to be GOOD for your complexion." She turned on the tap in the sink, let the water warm, and rinsed off her face.
Before showering, she was about to apply the depilatory that kept her face and body hairless and smooth -- then realized she hadn't yet brought in her little bag of bathroom accessories. Wondering if she dared go back out to the bedroom first, Daniella looked around and her gaze landed on the bag, on the shelf right next to the sink. "But how did that get here?" She couldn't imagine Dominica unpacking her suitcase for her. But then, she also couldn't imagine Dominica making breakfast for her. The oatmeal was still warm when she had gotten to it, like it had been freshly made. As she gently applied the lotion to her skin, loving the smooth, silky feel as it glided on, she mentally replayed the morning "walk" in the yard. And suddenly remembered the convertible. Was there somebody else here?
In the shower, Daniella rinsed all the lotion away, scrubbing gently. What DID Mistress have in that suitcase for her next? More dildos? A rubber cat suit? More chew toys? She giggled. And became more aroused, thinking about all that time on the pallet, aching to rub her crotch against that soft rubber surface. Her middle finger automatically went down between her legs, separating her wet pussy lips, while she humped her clit against the palm of her hand. All clean, and steamy, and horny for Mistress. She'd been thinking about something else a minute ago... About the oatmeal... Ohhhh, her finger felt so good. Her other hand reached up, and started playing with her nipples. Left, then right, left, then right. Hefting her breasts, while her other hand split her aching pussy. The butt plug continued its relentless fuck... relax... fuck... relax... In her mind, she heard the little rubber squeaky toy again. She had to finish her shower, towel off, and present herself to Mistress Dominica. Even in the shower, she could smell the rubber, see Dominica's eyes, hear Dominica's voice...
"Good girl," Dominica reached out one finger, and traced her long, red fingernail down Daniella's right cheek. The slave couldn't even remember leaving the bathroom and returning here, to the bedroom. Right next to the big, mysterious suitcase. Unable to take her eyes off Dominica's black, shiny boots. On all fours, she shivered again, and bowed her head to the floor, awaiting her Mistress' next command. Her skin was dry -- but her pussy was wet, again dribbling pre-cum on the floor. That would be taken care of, soon, with the next little item in the suitcase.
*         *         *         *         *       *
MzDominica sat on the four-poster bed. She was dressed in a loose satin blouse, a leather skirt, and a pair of thigh-high, black leather boots.
"Lift your head, slave," she said. "Look into my eyes."
Daniella raised her head from the floor, looking upward at her Mistress, while she remained in a keeling position. Sitting back on her heels, her arms straight, she gazed into Dominica's green eyes, lost in their depths. Mistress' eyes seemed to swirl and spin, calling the slave into a deeper and deeper trance. She forgot even to try to think.
Leaning forward, Dominica stroked Daniella's face with the deep, red fingernail of her index finger. From the slave's chin, upward to her left cheekbone. Then the other side, again from her chin, upward to her right cheekbone. Then the left side again. Daniella's eyes kept closing -- slowly, languidly -- then opening again, as she gently quivered, all over her body. Still lost in Dominica's green eyes. Her face was limp, her jaw slack. Moment by moment, her deep breathing quickened, turning into panting gasps of desire.
"Listen to me, Daniella. Danielllllaaaaaa!" The slave shook, and gasped even more deeply. "You were very good, and very obedient this morning. Mistress was pleased." Dominica traced her finger across the slave's lower lip, right to left. Then across her upper lip, left to right. "Do you know what you did this morning?" Dominica asked.
Daniella's mind was so blank, it was hard to answer. Hard to find words. Hard to remember. She wanted only to go blank, and obey. What had she done? Her breath exhaled, but no words formed on her lips.
Dominica watched as her slave's eyes squinted, revealing the struggle. Good. So mindless. So helpless. "Daniella, you were a good doggie for me. You peed and peed and peed, on command. Such a good doggie."
Unable to stop herself, Daniella began to wiggle her ass, as if she had a tail she was trying to wag. So happy to have pleased her Mistress. The ever-present butt-plug kept her nice and filled, but she forgot about it, in the mental image of wagging that tail.
"You know, to an animal, the pee of a human -- especially a meat-eating human -- smells like a big predator. The scent keeps them away, because they know the territory belongs to someone else -- a more powerful animal." Dominica ran her index finger from the base of Daniella's throat to her chin. The slave blinked... so... slowly... "When I walked you around, every place you peed marked your territory." She touched the tip of Daniella's nose. "Marked MY territory." Daniella's eyes opened wide. "Now," Dominica explained, "they know to stay out of my yard. The local dogs. The local cats. And... other animals!"
While Daniella tried to make sense of this, floating helplessly, MzDominica raised the edge of her skirt. The slave could see Mistress was naked underneath, and she began to drool. Dominica reached her middle finger between her own legs, and withdrew it. She held it up, glistening with her pussy juices.
"Mmmm..." she said. "Your face is all nice and clean again, after your shower." She waved her shiny finger back and forth, watching Daniella's gaze follow it again. "Good girl. And now, I mark ANOTHER part of MY territory!" Dominica wiped her wet pussy juices over the tip of the slave's nose, and onto both nostrils. "Inhale deeply," she commanded. Daniella mindlessly took a long, slow breath, carrying the scent of her Mistress deep into her brain. "Good girl," MzDominica said. "You are mine. You have always been mine. You will always be mine!"
Daniella's eyes closed. Her mind drifted. She couldn't help herself.
"Good girl," she heard Mistress say. "Float here, a moment, my slave. Just float. And drift. And feel yourself belonging to me. Completely."
The slave was not sure how much time might have passed, when she heard Mistress telling her to open her eyes, and look in the suitcase again. Rising, like a robot, up on her knees, she lifted the cover on the suitcase and found... a sheet of butcher paper. On top of this were two items: black rubber panties, and a plastic container of talcum powder.
"Stand up, Daniella," Dominica commanded.
Feeling awkward, now, standing in Mistress' presence, the slave rose and stood with her legs slightly separated, prepared to drop to the floor where she belonged, at the slightest command. But the command never came. Instead, Dominica told her to take the container, and lightly dust her thighs, bottom, and hairless crotch with the talc. Then she was to take the rubber panties, slide them up her legs, and pull them snugly into place. The front of the panties felt strangely thick, as if there were more there, than just a layer of soft, black rubber.
"No need to tuck your little clitty/cock under, this time," Dominica teased. "Pull it upward." Daniella adjusted her genitals, feeling the tight rubber wrap around and against them. "That's right. I want you to stay nice, and long, and hard for me. We're going to have some fun!"
As Daniella watched, Dominica reached into the suitcase, lifted the butcher paper, and removed one more item. It looked like one of those universal remote controls for TVs and stereos. In a way, that's exactly what it was! Dominica held the rectangular box, pressed one of the many buttons, and looked upward at Daniella's face, watching for her reaction.
At first, the slave did not realize anything had changed.
"You feel it, don't you... slave?" Dominica cooed. "That slow, gentle stroking of your pussy? Mmmm, so good! Feel the rubber, softly moving back and forth. Up and down. Feel it!"
In a couple of moments, Daniella realized the rubber panties had started massaging her crotch. She wanted to cum -- she'd been wanting to cum since last night, when Mistress had put her to bed with the wet dildo in her mouth. Now, she needed to cum with an urgency that was almost as strong as when she had needed to pee, a short while ago!
"Feel that rubbing, stroking and stroking and stroking your sex. Not hard -- just so very gently. A long, smooth glide upward... from base to tip... all along your pussy. Then a slow, gentle stroke downward. So soft, you can barely tell it's there. But you CAN feel it, can't you? It makes you want to cum in those tight, rubber panties -- doesn't it, slave?" Daniella could only nod, her voice gone. "Yes... but you cannot cum without permission! And you do not have permission -- not yet!" Daniella whimpered.
Dominica pressed another button. "Now, slave, feel the panties tightening around the base of your crotch." In the back of her mind, Daniella remembered that "Dan" had testicles -- and those balls were being slowly squeezed by the rubber panties. "Feel it. First, it squeezes so gently -- pleasantly. The soft rubber, pulling together. Just a nice, pleasant compression. So especially nice, as those panties continue to massage your little clitty/cock." Daniella's hips began to rock, her eyes to close.
"Yes, but the pressure on your balls continues to increase, doesn't it, slave? Harder and harder." Daniella's eyes began to water. "Yes, it hurts -- but somehow, you also like it. Don't you?" The squeezing got tighter, and the slave's eyes opened again. She could see Dominica watching her. "Tighter, and tighter..." Daniella's jaw dropped open, and she began to shake her head slowly from side to side. "Squeezing so slowly, so hard. Another moment... tighter. Another moment... even tighter." Daniella's throat emitted a tiny squeak! Dominica pressed another button. "And now the squeezing stops. The stroking on your clitty/cock also stops. Feel it all stop, my slave!"
The stimulation stopped -- but the need to cum remained.
"You see," Mistress said, "from here, I have complete control over your sex, through the tight rubber panties." She waved the remote in a little figure eight. "On your knees, again, slave." Daniella dropped quickly to the floor. "Follow me outside. Crawl, slave!"
Dominica stood and led her slave into the hall, through the front door, outside again. Daniella gave no thought, this time, to whether she might be seen. She merely followed.
Outside, past the mini-van, stood two pine trees, about four feet apart. MzDominica led Daniella to the space between them, and told her to stand up again. To close her eyes, spread her legs, and raise her hands up in the air, above her shoulders. To listen closely, as Dominica clicked the shackles closed on her wrists and ankles, attaching her to the chains. Chaining her between the two pine trees.
"Open your eyes, again, Daniella!" Dominica stood before the slave, holding the remote control again. "Look into my eyes, and listen closely," she said. "See the remote control in my hand. Do you see it?" Daniella nodded her head. "Good girl. I can do so many things with those soft, black rubber panties. You can smell the rubber, even from here, can't you?" Daniella's eyes were becoming vacant. "That's right. Deeper... and deeper... Rubber slave must obey Mistress Dominica... Rubber slave must obey Mistress Dominica... Rubber slave must obey Mistress Dominica... Let your eyes close, now, slave. Slowly... slowly..."
Daniella's eyes drifted closed. Her breathing became slow and deep.
"Feel yourself dropping deeper... and deeper... So mindless... So empty... So open... Your pussy is dripping wet inside those soft... black... rubber panties. So wet. Being wet makes your clitty hard. Having your clitty hard makes your breasts grow. They feel bigger... and bigger..." Dominica rubbed the corner of the remote control on Daniella's left nipple, round and round and round. Then around her right nipple. So cool and hard. Daniella could feel her breasts jiggle as she shivered with Mistress' touch. "Good girl. Just keep dropping for me... Deeper... and deeper... Feeling more and more feminine. Wetter and wetter. Your breasts bigger, and softer. Needing to be touched. Now just relax into the shackles, babi. Let yourself go. Obey. Listen to my voice."
Daniella slumped, arms held high, legs far apart. Of course, the shackles, the chains, were only in her mind. But that didn't matter. She stood between the trees, appearing to hang from invisible bondage only she could see, only she could feel.
"Good girl. Now I'm pressing another button on the remote control. Feel the rubber panties grow and stretch, reaching upward along your torso, downward along your thighs. Feel them stretching and covering your body. The soft, shiny, black rubber reaches up over your tunmmy, over your chest, enclosing your huge breasts. First the left breast, then the right breast, coating the undersides, in soft, shiny, black rubber. Then over the tops. Finally, slowly wrapping around those long, hard nipples. Mmmmm, so tight. The rubber squeezes your nipples, pulsing. Pulsing. Milking them."
Daniella's head dropped back, her face pointed up into the sky, as she began to moan.
"The rubber stretches out, under your arms, stroking your armpits, covering you. Down to your elbows, where it licks inside the creases of your skin as it coats you, completely. Completely. Down your legs, caressing your thighs, stroking behind your knees. Down to your feet. It tickles, so softly, under the arches of your feet. Between your toes."
Daniella was panting heavily now, her eyes opening again, in little slits.
"Up the crack of your ass, up the middle of your back, to your shoulders. It caresses your spine as it rises, rises, rises -- and reaches in smooth, black rubber sheets, over your shoulders to meet the rubber that covers your breasts. You know where you are, don't you, Daniella? You know where you are. Tell me!"
Daniella gasped out the words, "Black rubber suit!"
"That's right," Dominica replied. "You are encased in my black rubber suit. Completely covered in soft, shiny, black rubber. Feel the panties pushing that butt plug -- that big, black, rubber butt plug -- deep into your ass. Fuck... fuck... fuck... Mmmmm...."
The slave was pumping her hips, grinding back and forth, head back, moaning constantly.
"Open your eyes, Daniella. Look at me," Dominica commanded.
Her head snapping down, her eyes snapping open, Daniella obediently regarded her Mistress, awaiting her instructions.
"Watch, now, as I press one more button." Dominica lifted both hands high, so the remote was directly in front of Daniella's face. Dramatically, she extended her index finger, slowly dropped it toward the box, and pressed a big button, dead center in the set of controls. "It all stops," she said. "The black rubber suit remains in place, but everything stops. All is quiet." She looked up at Daniella's eyes, with a wry smile. "Or... is it?" Slowly, Dominica stooped before her slave, placing the remote control on the ground, just a couple of feet away in front of Daniella. She stood up again.
With the middle finger of one hand, Dominica caressed her slave's rubber-covered crotch, gently, slowly. "Do you know what mode the remote control is in, now?" she said. Daniella gently wagged her head, no. Dominica smiled. "It has a microphone. And every sound it hears will control the black rubber suit. EVERY sound, however tiny, is going to make the suit stimulate you, in a different way."
Daniella couldn't tell if Dominica was still stroking her sex. She felt so very aroused, and so very wet.
"You are now at the mercy of every noise you hear. Every bird call. Every puff of the wind. Every rustle of the trees. It's going to play up and down your body. Stroking your sex. Pinching your nipples." Dominica stood close, whispering in Daniella's ear. "Caressing the back of your neck." With one booted foot, she trampled the pine needles on the ground, making crackling noises. Daniella could feel gentle trails of sensation, behind her ear, though she had not been touched.
Then MzDominica stepped back, turned around, walked away a few paces. She turned again. "Mmmmm, you look so yummy. I'll be back. In a while." She looked up, and around, admiring the pines and the blue sky above. "You're in the mountains! Enjoy the fresh air! The sunshine. And... all... those... delicious... noises!" She turned once more, and walked back into the cabin.
Leaving Daniella shackled between the trees. Her pussy dripping. Her mind floating. Listening for sounds. Wondering what was going to happen next.
Almost immediately, a gentle breeze stirred the branches of the pine trees all around her. Daniella could feel the rustling, as caresses up her thighs, across her belly, almost to her breasts -- then it stopped! A bird twittered, and she felt her nipples being pinched -- so sharply, and yet so lightly. High in the sky, a jet plane flew, and its distant roar vibrated the butt plug in her ass. The staccato of a woodpecker in the distance felt like someone was tickling her underarms.
There was a crunching of dry leaves in front of her. Daniella felt like someone was squeezing her breasts. Crunch. Another squeeze. Crunch, crunch. More squeezing. Realizing her eyes had closed, Daniella opened them, and found herself staring at a squirrel, directly in front of her. Paws upraised, it seemed to be begging. It took a step on the dry pine needles. Crunch. Ohhhhh... her breasts felt so good. Step, hop, hop. Crunch, crunch, crunch. She felt each noise, and her pussy dripped even more. Slave to the squirrel's every move. She spread her thighs just a little wider. Each little crunch squeezed her breasts. Trailed up her thighs. Pushed into her wet pussy.
Behind her, Daniella heard more crunching -- louder, as from bigger feet. Crunch, crunch. Pause. Crunch. It felt like caresses between her shoulder blades, and she wanted to fuck back onto something, she felt so good.
Then the thought hit her. Marking territory? Dogs, and cats... and other animals. Like what... mountain lions? What kinds of animals were around here, anyway? Were they all really scared away by the scent of human urine? What WAS behind her?
The squirrel probably WAS here begging for food. You weren't supposed to feed the wild animals, but some people did it anyway. The squirrel was here, looking for goodies -- was something here after the squirrel?
Hop, hop, step. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Mixed with uncertainty and a little fear, the noises still stimulated Daniella's sex. Her crotch was pumping as she stared at the squirrel, gazing helplessly into its little black eyes, as each crunch played with her pussy. As it got closer and closer to the remote control. Hop, hop. Crunch, crunch. Every crunch, a flick of sensation on her clit! It was going to grab the control! What would it do to her? Would it push one of the buttons?
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! From behind her, Daniella heard the larger feet move quickly, and the squirrel stood upright, then scampered away. She was about to try to turn her head, to see if she could look behind her, when MzDominica came back out of the cabin, carrying something. Mistress seemed to be looking past her, at whatever was behind her, nodding and smiling. Then she looked back at Daniella, her smile even bigger, and she said one word: "Sleep."
Daniella went into a deep trance.
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Oooh, what is Mistress carrying, you may wonder? Well, you'll find out soon!
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