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Sequel to Eve and the Peeping Tom

Several people commented on my story of “Eve and the Peeping Tom”, saying that I set the story up but didn’t have enough sex and abuse. Accordingly, I’ve written this story more or less as a continuation of my previous.
It will probably make better reading if you go to the first story before reading this one, however it is not necessary if you just wish to continue reading this one now that you’re here.
I’ll just once again warn that this story has extremely cruel and sadistic passages, so if you are going to be turned off by that sort of thing, stop now and look for something more playful.
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During the first few days after her meeting with the Peeping Tom and his friends, Eve was terrified that they would phone her while her husband was at home. This didn’t happen though, and after the first week had elapsed, she began to relax and settle back into the normal flow of life.
Indeed the second and third weeks also passed by without any word from the men who had used her so roughly and so crudely. Up until this point, Eve had been happy not to have heard from them, but towards the end of the fourth week, when she knew that her husband’s night shift was imminent, she began to have regrets that the men had seemingly treated the event as a once only occasion, and that it seemed she would never have any further such wild and debauched experiences.
Perhaps that was just as well too. She had needed to be so careful for her husband not to see the marks of the whips that had so decorated her body after that last session. She’d worn shirts buttoned up to her neck, long nighties at bedtime, she’d made sure the door was locked whenever she’d taken a shower, and had needed to feign a minor illness to keep her husband at bay until her bruises and abrasions had disappeared.
Eventually the day came around when her husband, Rob, was due to go once more onto night shift for a couple of days. There had been no further news of the Peeping Tom who had been active in the town, and Rob now felt less worried about leaving his wife alone for the couple of nights.
Eve, for her part, assured her husband that she would be safely inside the house with the windows closed and the doors locked.
That evening, as the time approached eight o’clock, Rob got himself ready to leave for work, and shortly later Eve was kissing him goodnight and watching the car drive away. She was about to close the front door and go back inside the house when it occurred to her that they hadn’t brought in the evening newspaper.
Lightly skipping down the path, Eve extricated the newspaper from where it was jammed in the gate, and as she did so she glanced each way along the road. A car was parked just a couple of doors along, and with a fright she saw Tom step out and begin walking towards her.
Eve was transfixed and stood waiting with a turmoil of mixed emotions racing through her brain.
“Is your husband back on night shift?” the man quietly asked as he came face to face with Eve.
“Yes,” Eve murmured, with feelings of sexual excitement now beginning to overwhelm her.
“Come and get in the car,” the man commanded, and Eve opened the gate and, newspaper still in hand, followed the man and got into his car with him.
“We’ve got everything ready and are all waiting for you,” the man laughed with a slight mocking tone as they drove away.
Eve was scared but also tremendously excited. It was so very, very wrong what she was doing, but she couldn’t help herself.
The journey took just a few minutes before they pulled into the driveway of a house. Eve and the pervert were just alighting from the car when the door of the house opened and the other two men, who she recognised from that torrid sex session of a month earlier, came to excitedly greet her.
All three men kissed her lovingly, their tongues slipping into her mouth and meeting Eve’s own tongue which responded with lustful love.
Being led into the house, Eve gasped to find two other men waiting for her. “We’ve got extra cocks for you this time,” Tom laughingly told her, then addressing the extra two men, he told them that “this is the fucking slut we told you about. She loves sucking cock and being fucked, and best of all the slut loves it rough.” To demonstrate this latter point Tom told Eve to lift her chin, then when she had done so he gave her a resounding slap across her face.
“You filthy fucking bitch,” he sneered at her as Eve gasped.
The blow had stung her face but Eve felt the same conflicting emotions of sexual lustfulness along with some element of fear.
“See, the fucking whore loves it,’ Tom laughed as Eve docilely stood before him, and he gave her a couple more playful slaps.
All five men were now stripping naked and Eve’s clothes were half taken off and half ripped from her body so that in just moments she was standing naked amidst the five men whose massive cocks were all hard and swaying out in front of their bodies.
Eve now began to be fucked and fucked and fucked, pussy, mouth and ass, with the five men constantly swapping positions because, with five of them, two were at any one time, missing out and were eager to get their cocks inside Eve’s body.
After some time of heaving Eve’s body this way and that, and fucking and mauling her all over, it was suggested that it was time to have a bit of fun hurting her. Accordingly, all five men took up short leather whips and, completely surrounding Eve, they began to viciously flog and lash her body.
Eve was soon howling and screaming. She could do nothing to protect herself, if she moved away from one sadist she was only moving in range of another, and if she turned from one lash it was only to face others.
The men flogged and thrashed her, urging each other on, and being urged on by Eve’s screaming and her obvious suffering.
The cruel leather whips bit and stung Eve’s soft, pale flesh, leaving glowing red welts all over her body. Soon her entire body was disfigured with fiery red stripes criss-crossing her ass, her belly, her breasts, and her thighs.
Eve’s screams were becoming frantic and uncontrollable as the horrendous and ghastly pain raged through her body. Her pretty little face was contorted with pain and the tears ran freely, running down her cheeks and adding to the men’s desire to cruelly hurt this soft, tender, and very lovely woman.
Eventually, but not before Eve had collapsed on the floor in a state of semi-consciousness, the flogging ceased and the men now fussed over her in order to restore her enough for the next onslaught of cruel, sadistic abuse.
Eve’s body was so sore and still stinging and aching as she was helped to her feet and had her face sponged with cold water and was given something to drink.
“We’re going to burn you next,” she was told as her wrists and ankles were all secured with leather straps securely wrapped several times around her limbs and fastened with sturdy buckles.
Her arms were first stretched out above her head and the straps secured to fastenings on the wall, then her legs were stretched wide apart and she was lifted into the air as these latter fastenings were attached to further fastenings on the side walls. She was now stretched out in a horizontal spread eagled position suspended in the air by her arms and legs.
The men then emptied out a bag of large, wax candles onto the floor and taking matches, began to light up two candles each.
Soon the hot flames were beginning to melt the wax of the candles so that the hot, molten wax pooled around the hot flame.
The guys waited until all candles were holding a good pool of the boiling wax. They surrounded Eve and carefully held their candles over her body, one directly above her small, round breasts, one over her belly, one right above her gaping and wet pussy, and the last two poised above the stretched out inner thighs of their victim.
Every area that the sadists aimed for with the boiling wax, was the softest and most tender places on Eve’s body.
The men were laughing and chuckling with glee, fully aware of the ghastly pain which Eve was about to experience.
“OK, ready,” one of the guys laughingly asked the others as he glanced around at their grinning countenances.
“One, two, three – burn you fucking bitch!” he cried happily and the ten large candles all tipped in unison, pouring the hot, searing wax onto Eve’s naked and helpless body.
The screams that Eve gave out were ear piercing and gave a good indication of the hideous pain that she was experiencing.
“Ha, ha! Listen to the fucking bitch!” one of the guys exclaimed with great delight. The others laughingly agreed and were thrilled at Eve’s frantic screeching and lurching about as she hung there suspended on the straps, her eyes wide and her her mouth wide open as her howls and shrieks pierced the air.
The men were laughing and filled with great satisfaction as they stood commenting on the extravagant reaction that they’d inspired in their victim.
Of course at the same time the men were all holding their candles upright again in order to let more of the cruel, burning wax pool about the hot flames.
The boiling, and burning, molten wax was soon being randomly dripped over Eve’s body, each time producing lurching struggles to get free, along with gasping, crying, howling, and always tearful, screams and shrieks of pain.
That horror for Eve, and pleasure for the men, continued until the candles were almost spent, and Eve’s body was caked with the now solidified wax.
Snuffing the candles out, the men took up a number or riding crops and beat the wax from Eve’s body until it was all gone and her flesh showed through red and blotchy from the burning of the hot wax. Looking at her, and remembering how soft and pale and tender her skin had appeared before they started work on her, the men felt very satisfied at the red and beaten look that Eve’s flesh had now taken on.
Soon Eve was ready for the next torment that the men had prepared for her. They brought out a simple timber chair that they had worked on and made a couple of significant additions to. Eve gasped when she saw what they had done. In the middle of the seat towards the front, the men had bored two holes and mounted two huge, fat, rubber dildos, strategically placed to line up with Eve’s vagina and anus when she was seated upon the chair.
“Oh my goodness!” Eve gasped, and protested that the dildos were way too large.
Her protests were ignored as one of the men smeared a liberal amount of grease, first on the dildos, and then on and in Eve’s pussy and ass.
Men stood either side of Eve, and each with a hand behind her back and the other under her thighs, lifted her up in a sitting position.
Holding her over the special chair, the men moved her into position so that the two dildos located into her two holes. They then slowly, and at the same time jostling her body slightly to aid penetration of the huge, fat dildos, released her weight so that she slowly sat down and the dildos pressed into her two cavities under the weight of her own body.
“Ah!, Oh! Ooo! Oh my God!” she gasped as the dildos stretched her holes so very wide as they pressed further and further into her body.
The dildos, while being huge in diameter, were not excessively long; the one in her pussy was perhaps eight inches, while the one up her ass was somewhat longer – perhaps ten inches. Being of a nice flexible rubber the dildos took up the correct angles and flexed as they pushed all the way into the depths of Eve’s body. Finally her bottom coming down onto the seat of the chair, indicating that the monster cocks had stretched her to the maximum, and had forced their way right the way up her two cavities.
Eve sat there panting and, to tell the truth, feeling very pleased with herself as she sat there feeling stuffed full both up her pussy and up her backside.
This position seated on the stretching chair was only half of the fun. The men produced a high efficiency vacuum pump connected by tubes to two clear plastic suction cups which were about twice the size of Eve’s modestly proportioned breasts.
A smear of grease around the perimeter of her breasts helped establish the initial seal as the mechanism set up a low and regular pumping sound and the connecting tubes vibrated slightly.
It only took a minute before Eve began to feel the strange sensation in her breasts as the air was evacuated in the cups and her body’s own blood pressure began to swell her breasts.
The five men were all huddled around her watching her breasts intently, as was Eve watching with great interest herself.
“You can see them starting to swell now,” one of the men commented. The other men murmured their agreement as they continued to peer into the clear plastic cups at Eve’s now swelling breasts.
Brr..brr.brr.brr… the pump continued working.
Eve, her head pressed forward as she looked down and studied her ever swelling breasts with as much interest as the five men, commented that it made her feel decidedly strange.
“Wait until you see what we do with your nipples, once your tits can go no further,” one of the men laughed.
“What, what!” Eve exclaimed with undisguised excitement.
The men teased her more but wouldn’t explain further.
The rate of swelling in Eve’s breasts had now slowed up as the pump, having rapidly produced a vacuum in the cups, now worked to gradually increase the vacuum more and more.
After almost half an hour of pumping, Eve’s breasts had reached immense proportions relative to their normal size. They now in fact filled the entire cups and her nipples pressed into the removable caps which were situated at the apex of each plastic cup.
These two caps were now removed by the men and her nipples, which were normally relatively large but were now even more swollen, poked out allowing the men to quickly screw on two large and long containers. Already, Eve’s breasts were beginning to slightly decrease in size, however the operation of swapping the caps had been so rapid, and with the vacuum pump now working to evacuate the two new containers, they soon began to swell again and pressed up to once more fill the breast cups.
Eve now watched, along with the fascinated men, as her nipples began to swell and swell and swell to huge, unnatural, and obscene size, eventually attaining a length of some two inches and perhaps three quarters of an inch in diameter.
“Oh my dear God!” Eve muttered for the twentieth time, so amazed and fascinated was she with the bizarre things the men were doing with her breasts.
Next, Eve was told to stand up and the men, one on either side of her, took her hands. She began to lift herself off the chair but the dildos were so large and firmly inserted up both pussy and ass that the chair lifted off the floor with her.
The men all laughed uproariously and Eve grinned and laughed along with them.
Sitting down again, Eve placed her hands down on the edges of the seat and again, slowly, began to lift herself off the seat. This time she felt the huge dildos slowly easing out of her two fuck holes, and heard the oozing slurp sound as they pulled out of her body.
Once off the two dildos she was made to bend over, and the men bending and squatting behind her, marvelled at the two huge, gaping chasms of her pussy and ass. She looked so fantastically used with her gaping holes and with her two fantastically stretched breasts with the bizarrely huge teats hanging down with the vacuum pump still working relentlessly on them.
One man smeared some of the grease remaining on the chair, onto his hand and almost immediately was able to work all four fingers into Eve’s pussy. A little more twisting and pushing and his thumb tucked in alongside his fingers in her juice oozing hole. Moments later, with a little pressure, and lots of sighing and lustful moans from Eve, his entire hand disappeared up into her vagina.
The man then began to slowly drag his hand out, stretching her hole obscenely.
In again, out again, in once more. Eve was moaning in delight at this treatment.
In the man’s hand plunged, easily now as her pussy stretched to accommodate this fist fucking.
Inside her body, the hand formed into a fist which the man slowly dragged out of Eve’s hole, stretching the flesh even further and coming out with an obscene slurping pop.
“I wonder if the fucking whore can take a fist up her ass,” another of the men mused.
Greasing up his hand, along with Eve’s already dildo stretched ass, he began by inserting three fingers in that opening.
Slowly, slowly Eve’s anus was stretched and stretched. Four fingers now were entering into her anal passage and twisting, turning, pumping all the time.
Tucking his thumb between his fingers, Eve’s ass was now made to take that extra digit. She moaned and groaned in an ecstasy of lust with the fist continually pumping and pumping in and out of her lusting and juice dribbling pussy, and the fingers beginning to be pressed, with some pressure, further into her ass so that eventually, with an extra shove, the skin around her anal hole stretched and stretched sensationally so that her asshole began to engulf the main knuckles of the man’s hand and moments later the entire hand entered her body and slid up into her intestinal canal.
“Oh my God!” Eve panted and gasped. It had hurt her but the pain was all a part of her lustful desire to be abused.
The two men then both dragged their clenched fists, in unison, from Eve’s body.
“Ah!, Oh!, Ooo!” Eve panted and moaned.
Soon the two fists were pumping and fucking into her two incredibly stretched holes. Vigorously. Rapidly. Squelching. Slurping.
Another of the men positioned himself before Eve’s head. She needed no encouragement and began sucking and licking and devouring his fabulous, gorgeous big, hard cock. The man grabbed a handful of Eve’s glossy, black hair and thrust her head down hard onto his lusting, rampant cock so that it plunged down her throat.
The automatic reaction of Eve’s body was to try to vomit the cock out. Her throat and stomach muscles heaved in a reaching action. Her eyes stared and tears ran down over her cheeks as she flailed about with her arms and slowly choked and suffocated.
The man had no care whatsoever for her well being, she was simply an object for him to fuck and abuse, and so her just kept vigorously fucking her mouth and throat.
The other men all laughed and cheered him on as he fucked and fucked, almost viciously now, down Eve’s throat. The two fist fucking her had not for a moment let up on their work as their fists continued to plunge into her, by now, fantastically gaping holes.
Eve, on the verge of losing consciousness, was saved by the man reaching his climax and pumping his semen deep down into Eve’s throat.
He then pulled his cock from her head and Eve gasping and choking, gulped mouthfuls of air into her lungs.
Eve soon recovered and continued to stand in her bending position while the two men continued on and on, fisting her pussy and ass, more and more vigorously and, in the case of her ass, deeper and deeper until the mans forearm was disappearing more than half of its length up into Eve’s intestinal passage.
“I thought that we were going to stretch the fucking bitch,” one of the men asked questioningly.
“Yes,” a couple of the others agreed, and there was general consensus about the next game for which they’d subject Eve to.
The men stripped Eve’s breasts of the vacuum equipment, and she stood there with breasts twice their normal size, and with obscenely distended nipples protruding out in front of her like a couple of pegs on which to hang hats or coats.
“What time do we need to get you home cunt?” one of the men asked Eve as he gave her face a couple of slaps.
Eve flinched and replied that her husband was on a twelve hour shift so there was plenty more time for them to use her. The man glanced at the clock and saw that they’d had her for just over three hours so he knew indeed that there was plenty of time yet for torturing and abusing this slut.
The men had prearranged this torture for Eve, and had earlier secured two heavy hooks into the ceiling.
Eve was told to hold out her hands for the men to fasten leather straps around her wrists; she willingly complied and stood there holding her arms out and watching as the men fastened the straps.
Next, ropes were secured to the straps and looped up over the hooks in the ceiling. That done, two men, one either side of Eve, easily lifted her small weight off the ground and up onto their shoulders while two others took up the slack in the ropes and tied the ends off also to Eve’s wrist straps.
Eve lurched a little as she balanced up on the men’s shoulders. She giggled and bade them to be careful and not let her fall. Any chance of her falling was only momentary though, as moments later the roped were secured and held her steady.
The two men holding her aloft then crouched slightly so that Eve’s weight was gently taken up onto the ropes so that she was left hanging in mid air suspended and hanging by her outstretched arms.
Eve felt the immediate ache of her arms and shoulders as she hung, some three or four feet off the floor, like a side of meat in an abattoir.
“How’s that,” one of the men asked with a laugh.
“Not too good,” Eve replied, pulling a face as her arms hurt her already.
The men quickly secured a spreader rod to Eve’s ankles, and once that was in place, hung several small sandbags over the bar.
The weight of the sandbags was enough to really strain Eve’s arms and wrench constantly at her shoulders, elbows, hips and knees. “A-rr,a-rr, a-rrh, she gasped and groaned in anguish.”
One of the men began to fist fuck her pussy as several more sandbags added to the weight dragging through Eve’s entire body.
Eve was panting and gasping with pain. “No more! no more! God, I can’t take this!” she gasped out a word at a time in a staccato fashion as she struggled to breath and take the awful pain that was driving viciously through her body, making her feel as if her arm, legs, indeed her entire body would disjoint and come to pieces.
Putting on a rubber glove, and taking a paste of chili powder which the men had earlier mixed, one of the men began smearing the burning paste over Eve’s still abnormally distended breasts so that she was soon screaming frantically and writhing and twisting with the ghastly pain which made her breasts feel as if they were on fire.
Eve’s frantic screaming filled the room. “Fuck!” the men exclaimed. “We’d better shut the fucking bitch up,” and they stuffed a large, red, plastic ball-gag in her mouth and tightly buckled the straps behind her neck.
Eve’s eyes were staring in a panic of terror, her head heaved from side to side, her body was lurching about to the small degree that her ropes and the substantial weight dragging on her body would allow.
The men took up the leather lashes and the man who had been constantly fist fucking Eve’s pussy now pulled his fist from her body with a loud slurping noise and stood well back.
The lashes began to strike viciously and savagely all over Eve’s horribly suffering body.
More and more, harder and harder the terrible biting lashes of the leather rained down upon the soft flesh until Eve’s head lolled forward in a completely senseless state.
The weight of the sandbags was removed and Eve’s limp body was unshackled and lowered to the floor. One of the men then easily lifted her small body and the other men followed in his wake as he took the still limp body and sat it in the shower recess.
The cold water poured over Eve for some half a minute before, with shuddering tremors she regained consciousness and simply broke out into uncontrollable crying and sobbing.
Eventually Eve regained her senses and was allowed to adjust the warmth of the water and spend some considerable time showering and washing as she tried, largely unsuccessfully, to ease the pain that still racked her body.
The men left Eve to her own devices while they retired from the bathroom to go and make coffee. They were still sitting around drinking and discussing the nights events when Eve finally appeared in the doorway, wrapped in a large, fluffy towel.
The men were relieved to find that, other than limping slightly, being red and puffy all over her body and literally covered in red stripes and abrasions, Eve seemed to have survived their sadistic onslaughts. She was soon divested of the towel and was kneeling on all fours as the men took turns in fucking the hole of their choice – either pussy, ass or mouth, and indeed in some cases alternating between all three.
Eve, in spite of the aching and extreme tenderness that she experienced, was soon gasping and panting lustfully as her own sensual sensations were driven higher and higher until she was madly gasping and moaning in the delights of almost continual orgasm, either sucking lovingly and deeply, or pumping her body in unison with the fucking motions of the men who were continually fucking her.
Finally the last of the men gushed his sperm into Eve’s body to add to that of the four men who had preceded him. Eve then slumped to the floor panting and sighing with delighted happiness.

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Bailee’s Prom Date

“We got into the back seat and he laid over me with his cock rubbing on my panties. Would you believe it! Almost as soon as the end of his useless dick touched me he came. He came all over my panties and dress.”

Fantasy

Aunty and I

Here is a new story. There are no sequels but you can suggest something for me to write and I will write a story. This is a fake story sex wise and the reason I find it hard writing stories is because I don’t actually have experiences to draw on. So suggest something and I’ll write something. Please comment.

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Journey’s End-part 9

My next day at Journey’s End would prove to be fateful, in that my situation would change dramatically, to shorten my time here….at a cost.
I was brought to the main office once again, in my wheelchair, and my apprehension was great, not knowing or expecting what would happen next to me. The release I had felt in the aphrodisiac testing lab had been tremendous…hot orgiasmic release with communication and caring for a change.
When we arrived at the main conference room I was released from the conveyance chair and stood naked before the five wealthy women who were the absolute power at this facility. These women didn’t seem actually cruel, but displayed a profound absense of sensitivity by letting their underlings do unspeakable things to the inmates.
They were perverted, all of them, this I could tell, but to what extent, or in what direction for each, I could not surmise. Their wealth was compounded by the slavery usage of the male prisoners here, evidently this facility was one of the premier sexual testing cities in the entire world and the exotic drugs produced here commanded huge sums of money from various sources worldwide.
This was a city, have no doubt, I had become aware of the extent of it during my nefarious enslavement here.
Only women could be found in the city surrounding the Journey’s End mega complex. There were shops, markets, botiques, even movie theaters and hair salons, and night clubs. There were also of course, well equiped whorehouses where the men were exploited and used like trash for money while they were being sucked dry of their lifeseed.
Male CPU’s were taken routinely to the different venues and forced to masterbate before oogling women, in special stage areas, amid perverted comments, by horney and decadent women. This provided an entertainment for the steady flow of wealthy, oversexed female customers.
The men here were consumate slaves, and the large numbers of wealthy women who enjoyed their exclusive membership in the Journey’s End community were here to be entertained, sexually, in one fashion or another, by the hapless men while they were being force milked each day.
The five owners sat there looking at me….a piece of meat for them to devour with their eyes, and sexual appetites. They would seem pleasant and concerned with my welfare, but I knew that wasn’t the case. They loved to see their captives here squirm in discomfort as they humiliated them, knowing the men were experiencing indescribable orgastic craving each day, while being completely debased.
I was extremely horny right now, and was beside myself with sexual need, hoping that the very attractive, and exclusively dressed women would allow me to jackoff for them, and quiver in orgasm as I squirted my seed for them to watch. My long pecker stood out rock hard, and my large raw pisshole was inflated so that one could actually see inside. A large hole primed for the constant expulsion of seminal fluid.
“You have done well…”, said the woman in the center, as she looked carefully over her records. “Extremely well in providing Journey’s End with premium seed extract.” The other women were also perusing copies of my records here, the countless hours of jerking uncontrollably in captive ecstasy as my cum was collected by the dedicated staff, the pain, fear, and humiliation, and endless craving for release.
They all looked up at me smiling in their practiced way, and waited for the Chairwoman, and, in fact, the owner to speak. She was the top female here, and called the shots, expecting, and receiving the deference due her. I knew that she was one of the richest women in the world, being worth many billions of dollars.
She looked at my steel hard penis, bobbing uncontrollably up and down, and at my large, low hanging balls. She seemed quite pleased with my genital growth, and cleared her throat.
“You have been chosen, my oversexed friend,” she said smoothly and quietly, “for special duty here, if you so desire. Duty that will shorten your time at our wonderful facility by three months.”
I couldn’t quite grasp her words, but listened very carefully to discover their full portent. I looked at her a bit stunned and quite interested to hear the rest of it. Anything that could shorten my stay here by even a minute seemed impossibly attractive to me.
She looked at my pecker as she spoke…”Please stroke your cock for us while I speak, I want to see how much drainage you are producing at this point.” I looked intently at her eyes, and the eyes of the other women, and forced my foreskin up and back baring my large steel hard glans, and large raw slit. I jerked it in and out and the women looked closely as a few drops of semen began to ooze from my large angry pisshole, and drip onto the large towel laying on the floor beneath me.
The thick white scum dribbled harmlessly onto the fluffy white surface and was absorbed instantly.
“Now, cover your finger with your cum and stick it in this clear liquid,” she said, sliding a small beaker glass before me. I paused, looked sheepishly at them, and stroked a few more times. I rubbed my finger over my large pisshole and the gooey cream dribbled over my finger. I placed a thick mass of it in the clear solution. The fluid immediatedly turned bluish in color, and a thin white residue collected at the top.
They all were quite pleased, and even elated at this, and the gorgeous head matron folded her hands, and paused for effect.
“No one here has ever matched the concentration of our Golden extract group that you have displayed here. I’m afraid that you have become indespensible to us, and we must make you an offer that you, as they say, can’t refuse.” I looked at her dumbly, not knowing exactly what to think.
“I know that you want to make your peter cum and we welcome you to do this in a short time.” She looked deeply into my eyes…We need to put you in our extreme treatment program, where you will be given very special drugs, and used in special ways to, shall I say, strip you of all inner individuality, except for the production of our most treasured elements.”
“You are one of a select few who are capable of giving us precisely what we want, and to do this you must be restrained in our special treatment complex. You have four months remaining on your bondage contract, and this means you could be free in about a month.”
I was so elated that I stroked my enormous prick absent mindedly, and shivered with the possibility of such a turn of events. She then looked seriously at me, and the others changed their countenance also, displaying a strange kind of pity for me, and the ‘treatment’ that I would endure if I chose to participate.
“Once you say yes to this proposal, there is no turning back, and you will be taken immediately to our special lab area to begin your duties. You will be subjected to extreme and sophisticated types of aphrodisiacs, exotic, mind bending, and highly experimental sex drugs, that may have serious, permanent, and unpredictable effects on your body, mind, and sexual libido.”
“You will also receive an additional $400000 at the end of your month, so that your separation pay will be a half million tax free dollars.”
“Also you will receive unique, intensive, psychiatric and drug therapy in the final days before your release to bring you in to a reasonable adjustment when you enter into society again. But I must warn you that you could suffer irreversable changes that you might never be free of. I mean sexual anomolies of an indeterminate nature. You might be living one continuous orgasm, from which you could never escape.”
This development stunned me, but the thought of actually being free from here, and with such an extreme bonus, was just a little more than I could possibly turn down. If I had to stay here another four months I wasn’t sure if I would leave here sane, sexually or otherwise. So in truth, this offer pulled irresistably at me, and I stood there, cum dripping profusely on the towel, as I looked helplessly at them.
She continued, looking at me with that strange perverted stare, as the semen began to run in rivulets onto the thick towel.
“Unfortunately, if you do not chose to agree to our offer, we must assign you to our special torture area, where you will be subjected each day, for the next four months, to painful experimentation by the most sadistic of our extraction staff.”
For better or worse, I knew that the words were going to come from my mouth, and there really was nothing that I could do to stop it. I studdered, and stammered in great conflict, and suddenly blurted out what would bind me once again to some undefined consequence.
“I…I…YES I AGREE TO YOUR OFFER!” I slumped and fondled my balls as I contemplated what I had just done. The women looked sympathetically at me…”You are now in our special program to be released in one month, three months short of your original contract. There can be no changing your mind now.”
They looked at me like the poor fool that I was, and grinned in derision at the opportunity to do to me whatever their sordid hearts desired. She slid an elogated dish to the edge of the surface in front of me, and sat back, enjoying the view. “You may jack off now into this dish, and you must eat your semen when you have finished. We quite enjoy watching you eat your own penis food.”
“You will give us every single particle of your self esteem, and sense of self worth, and must degrade yourself fully in front of us. If you do not do this during your special treatment program, you will be taken to the torture nurses for punishment…is that understood?”
I nodded rapidly, knowing that she was very serious, and two female guards stood behind me with shock devices against my balls, ready to impress me with the need for compete selfless obedience.
I whacked off rapidly, my swollen gonads tight with seminal fluid, and moaned and degraded myself as I neared orgasm. I grunted and jumped as I unloaded my enormous load of viscous slime onto the dish, and they looked closely as my huge semen hole spit large globs of ejaculate all over the dish, and my hand, and onto the counter.
I grunted uncontrollably as I looked at their condescending stares, my flacid jaw quivering in consumate lust and pleasure. As my large peter spit hot scum with a splash into the dish, I experienced a shame that I had not felt for some time. The thick off white paste dribbled from my hand and my pisshole and dripped rapidly into the filling container.
I was shaking now, and they were enjoying every second of it…knowing that they owned me completely, and that they always would in my memories.
I was wobbling as I finished and looked at them momentarily before grabbing the overflowing dish and hoisting it to my lips. There were viscous clumps of thick goo floating in the obscene mess.
I opened widely and poured the salty, swampy semen into my mouth, and looked at them with resigned mortification as I gulped it down. Cum dribbled from my chin as I finished the load to the looks of lust and derision on their faces, and the woman gave me a small towel to wipe my mouth clean afterward.
The top woman looked approvingly at me, and winked at her staff, “You really do have a problem my horny friend, you’ve become quite accomplished with that hand of yours and I must say you have disgusting eating habits.”
They all grinned wickedly and rose to leave. The head matron stopped and spoke again briefly…”You will be brought here every three days for us to analyze your progress, and you will open fully to us with complete humility.”
Prepare yourself for a level of orgiasmic bondage that you couldn’t imagine, and that you may never recover from. There is a torture nurse who knows you well, my friend, her name is Doris, I think you may remember her, and will be ecstatic to see you again if you are not absolutely compliant.”
My blood ran cold as I thought of her words, and the memory of the cruel pain extraction nurse who had caused me such agony…and paradoxically, such ecstatic pleasure. I’d hoped I would never be within reach of her tender mercies again. If this agreement got me out of here in a month, I surmised I would not have to worry about that.
A guard foldled my balls as we left, and hot slime dripped rapidly from my spent dick. The other guard held a towel over the head of my penis to absorb the thick seminal fluid.
I was taken from there to the isolated special treatment area…to begin experimentation the next day.
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We entered a very secluded area, away from the main complex, and I was wheeled into a sleeping room that seemed to be equiped with many kinds of exotic devices, and special toilet facilities.
A very pretty nurse in her mid thirties came in as I was removed from the wheelchair and looked sternly at me while I was attached to my bed. A group of other attractive nurses came in, and they watched me closely as the blond spoke.
She stood over me, arms folded, and looked down at my nude body, and the ever present erection that virtually controlled my life.
“This wing is just for you, and only for you,” she said, “There are no other men here. This is a very special place of usage, and the staff of twenty women are here to degrade you day and night, and to extract large quantities of semen from you under the influence of very powerful aphrodisiac drugs, and as you’ll find, quite humiliating circumstances.”
“You will hang on our every word, you will ejaculate to the extreme when we are milking you, and you will give up all your self esteem and resistance or you will be transferred to the basement dungeon. I think you’ve been there and I don’t believe you want to return.”
“You will not even think about speaking, or expressing discontent, or lack of cooperation. You will not attempt to communicate with anyone here unless told to do so. You are a semen machine, and a guinea pig, and you will act accordingly at all times. A nurse brought a stainless steel hand tray over with an air compression hypodermic on it and the blond took it and examined it briefly.
“Turn over on your side,” she said, sharply, “and don’t move.” She lowered the air gun down and pressed it into my hip. I felt a sharp pain as she pressed the trigger, and a quantity of liquid was injected under my skin.
“This is the precursor combo,” she said to the other nurses, from this point on he’s going to be in a constant state of sexual mania, and we will add our test drugs each day and milk him until he is completely irrefractable. He’ll be drinking a gallon of hyper supplement each day, in addition to his meals, and will receive deep arousal hypnosis each morning.”
“We expect him to produce the primary elements in quantities quite beyond what we’ve ever seen before here. He is to be released in one month and that is our time mandate.”
They all stared in curiousity at me, and a video camera was being operated near the bed as they witnessed my transformation. I felt a deep warmth in my groin area, and a sudden rush of tingling in my scrotum and anus. A wave of spasmotic hot flashes rushed from my dick to my balls and into my anal area, and I gasped outloud in pleasure as the wall of ecstasy hit me.
I began breathing heavily, and my penis stiffened to full erection, and my huge balls filled once again with their nasty liquid, though I had just emptied out in front of the owners. My hips began to pump involuntarily with a fucking spasm, and I looked dumbfounded at the attractive nurses as I shook with lust.
My cock began to drain profusely, and semen oozed out as I groaned in pleasure. My hands were bound to the head of the bed and my feet secured below, so that I squirmed in wanton sexual pleasure, unable to satisfy it.
The nurses were making amazed comments about what was happening, and the blond quickly forced an electric sucking device over my expanding penis and began to milk me expertly, sliding the powerful fellatio instrument up and down as she massaged my swollen balls.
I was gasping in pleasure now, grunting in unspeakable libidinal insanity as she worked the merciless blowjob module. I could not hold for even a short time and screamed out loud as I pumped my hips violently up and down against the electric jackoff milker, and sprayed more thick gushes of white semen into the receiver compartment.
My balls knotted up into tight jerking clumps of raw testicular meat, as I continued to ejaculate even when I was completely dry. I couldn’t stop and pumped my tender penis in and out of the evil device as she continued to force it up and down.
I was screaming in pain now, the orgasm was ripping my raw nuts apart, and still I couldn’t stop the agonizing spasm of my scorched balls.
Finally she eased off and stopped and I was lying there with tears in my eyes, still moving my hips to the rythmn of the nasty cum extractor.
The glass enclosement was full of frothy white semen now, and she sloshed it around for everyone to see, quite pleased with my output. My testes and dick were on fire, and she gave me an injection with another air device, and I fell into a deep sleep that would last for many hours.
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I was allowed to sleep for quite some time, and when I awoke my genitals felt morbidly swollen, though the drugs had removed most of the pain.
Two very pretty nurses came in and sat on the bed. They carried with them a quart container with a feeding nozzle at the end, and the cute petite one shoved it into my mouth and ordered me to drink the fluid down. I responded immediately, and took a mouthful of the thick, high nutrient cream. It was quite sweet and I drank deeply and emptied the bottle within a short time.
These two showed no sign of emotion, but went about their job quickly and efficiently. I felt another surge of sexual lust engulf me, and my spent pecker drained freely into the absorbant towel wrapped around it.
She handed the bottle to the other nurse and turned around and put her perfect ass next to my face. She rubbed her well formed posterior all over my mouth and turned back around. “You like that don’t you?”, she whispered.”
I looked at the wall terrified of expressing my self illegally to her. “Of course you do,” she sniffed, as she put her face next to mine, “and I think my superiors wouldn’t mind a bit if I gave you a taste of what’s back there, in due time, of course.”
They both left and two other nurses came in and took me to the toilet stool to take care of my needs. The thick nutrient supplement apparently contained a laxative of some kind, and I emptied out completely as they watched my progress.
They made sure that I cleaned myself well with the water bidet and the nurses then placed me, still handcuffed, in my mobile transport chair. I was always nude, and could not remember exactly how it felt to have clothing on my body.
I was wheeled down the hallway to what appeared to be another cubicle similar to the one I had experienced before here at Journey’s End, and strapped into the special seating assembly, legs spread wide apart and pulled back, and hands secured behind.
There was a wide wrapping window up above the seat where observers could view everything going on. A very cute dark haired nurse came in and sat beside me, gently stoking my erect cock. She grabbed my balls, one with each hand, and expertly pulled down on them, kneading them gently, causing my huge nuts to roll around between her fingers.
She didn’t wear latex gloves and her fingernails were cut short to facilitate her work. She looked closely at me as she juggled my swollen balls in her hands. “You’re going to meet a large number of cocksuckers here during the next month.”
She pinched the base of my penis and made the head bulge out again dripping fluid. She sat slightly in front of me looking deeply into my eyes. “Our nurses are going to suck your cock until you ejaculate and then they’re going to spit your semen into these sealed containers.”
“They’re going to do it once each day for the next twenty seven days. I want you to get into each blowjob completely, I want you horny and cooperative, and I expect large amounts of semen from you.” “I know you like cocksuckers, and I expect you to prove it to me during each blowjob.”
I stared at her, completely compliant, and showed no sign of emotion as she milked out a few drops of cum from my pisshole. “Personally I think cocksuckers are filthy,” she grinned slightly, “and I’ll bet you do too. That’s what I want.” She released my privates and wiped her hand with a nearby towel.
She pushed a button and soon another very pretty dark headed nurse came in. Her tight nurse’s uniform accentuated her fine ass, and she sat in the seat opposite the other nurse.
They didn’t look at each other as she pulled up her skirt and spread her creamy white legs. She took a vibrator from a holder nearby and turned it on. The device sprang to life in her hand and she smeared a lubricant on it and slid it down between her legs.
The ‘suck’ nurse was very pretty and was breathing in short gasps as she slid the dildo up her hairy cunt. She looked at me, her face close to mine, and whispered seductively. “I’m a real good cocksucker, so just sit there and enjoy a good blowjob.” She sucked and licked my nose for a moment running her tongue around it, her eyes next to mine, and then slid her hand down my dick and held my balls in her hand.
She flipped my hard dong as she looked at it eagerly, and her tongue ran around her bright red lips, in anticipation. At the same time the top staff at Journey’s End came into the observation area and sat down, looking carefully me.
The head matron looked at me with great interest, her manner that of a scientist watching an interesting experiment.
The suck nurse lowered her head down to the tip of my cock and rubbed my glans all over her mouth. My thick cum coated her lips and a drop of fluid ran down her chin.
She began to lap at my dick, darting her skilled tongue all over it, from the base to the tip. She licked ever faster, licking every inch of my bobbing prick. I could hear her slurping as her long tongue flipped my penis back and forth, and soon the cream splattered out and ran down the side of my penis.
She ate it off and went down to my large balls and began to lick them all over. She cleaned my nuts thoroughly as she turned them over in her fingers, and then sucked my balls, one at a time, turning them over in her mouth. My legs were pulled widely back, opening my anus to her, and her relentless tongue found my hairy butthole and began to swirl around rapidly.
She spread my asshole open with her fingers and I jerked wildly as her tongue slid all the way inside.
Just then the cubicle nurse opened a small drawer and pulled out an air hypodermic gun. She swabbed with an alcohol patch and held the device against my right arm as she pulled the trigger, shooting an experimental aphrodisiac under my skin.
The sharp pain made me jerk, and as the suck nurse forced her tongue in and out of my open anus, I felt an obscene explosion hit my psyche, and I screamed in ecstasy as my whole body quivered with indescribable lust.
The thought of the beautiful nurse with her tongue up my ass made me spasm with incredible intensity, and I moaned loudly as I looked up at the head matron’s sly, grinning face in the observer area.
I had just taken a bowel movement not long before, and though I had cleaned myself thoroughly in view of two nurses, I’m sure there was still a noticable residue present in my ass. The thought of that gorgeous, perfumed nurse licking inside my asshole was extremely erotic, and I pulled violently against the thick straps, straining in pleasure.
Within a few moments of the powerful injection the suck nurse shoved her pretty face down over my erect cock, and it slid into her mouth smoothly as her lapping tongue sucked it in.
I was in a world of extreme sexual arousal now, panting heavily and pumping my hips up and down in desperation. Never, never had I experienced such an insanely horny feeling. I know I would have shot off right there ordinarily, but I suspected that there was some drug contained in the injection that prevented me from doing so.
The wonderfully pretty cocksucker began to fellate me expertly, her crimson lips leaving a telltale smear of lipstick on the skin of my dick. I looked down at her bobbing head, and my eyes rolled back as the head matron shifted in her seat, watching me closely.
The suck nurse went into a frenzy, her tight lips encasing my rock hard penis, and she forced her head down powerfully, ramming my long pecker deep into her throat.
She was fucking her mouth with my enormous peter, and the gagging and slurping sounds became quite noticable. She squeezed my balls tightly as she sucked me off, and then looked up at me as I gazed at her, my vision blurred from the physical upheaval taking place in my genital area.
As I looked into her eyes she moved her head up and down rapidly, and I absolutely couldn’t drop my load in her mouth. Try as I might, my severely aroused pecker could not spit it’s mess into her wonderful gullet.
I screamed in pleasure and frustration as her horribly nasty blowjob pushed me, and I would have given anything to spray her tonsils with my wad.
My balls were becoming quite swollen by now, and the pain was becoming unbearable. She sucked faster and faster now, jacking me off in her mouth, and as I jerked uncontrollably she increased her efforts.
When I had reached the point where my balls would surely rip open from the pressure, I felt an explosion in my mind, the part of me where my most obscene substance resided, and I felt a sense of panic as a strange feeling began to grip my body and psyche.
A primordial orgasm began to rush toward me, an orgasm that frightened me greatly now, and as the beautiful woman continued her sucking I could detect a sadistic glint in her eyes, a knowing look of what was to come.
The orgasm came on me suddenly, wave after wave of infinite pleasure, it rolled in from all areas of my body, down to my tortured prick and balls, and I screamed loudly as the first ejaculation was expelled from my tender penis. I looked at her eyes as the first wad splattered into her mouth, and the frothy scuz began to rush out from her lips, and down my pecker, to my pubic hairs below.
She took it all in, her eyes opening widely, and her cheeks bulged out drastically as she collected the nameless paste in her gullet.
When she had accumulated her limit she quickly spit into the open container held by the cubicle nurse, and she quickly put her mouth over my meat again to gather more hot semen.
I grunted and screamed incoherently as I expelled every single drop of my seed into her wonderful mouth, and she continued spitting the mess into the container.
The waves of ecstasy began to lessen, and I quivered haphazardly as my last drops of fluid were sucked out, and I looked at her beautiful eyes as she spit her last quantity of salty slime into the wide brimed container.
She pulled upward, and licked her lips asleftover drops of cum dripped from her face, and she swallowed what was left, licking around her mouth in that nasty way she had about her.
She smiled as she wiped her face off, removing the disgusting mess accumulated there, and the cubicle nurse sealed the container and placed it in a refrigeration unit.
The amused cubicle nurse leaned in front of me again, smiling broadly. “Good fucking blowjob, huh!” “I told you we have some exceptional cocksuckers here”
The suck nurse ate my pisshole again and swallowed the fluid, then left the small room. Her magnificent ass pushing against the white uniform as she walked.
The cubicle nurse gently rubbed my pecker and balls. “You need some sleep now stud, a good nights sleep.”
The owners were leaving now, talking among themselves, and the head matron looked at me with that sadistic expression of hers, knowing that this was only a sample, and that my ‘treatment’ had just begun.
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I was taken from the ‘hot seat’, strapped to the wheelchair, and taken back to my room and allowed to rest for several hours in my bed. I drifted off easily, still quivering in lust at the memory of the disgusting blowjob I had received from the gorgeous suck nurse.
Later nurses came and released me from the bed and allowed me to shit and shower. There were always female guards with shock prods nearby, and I was always, without fail, restrained in one way or the other.
Then they fastened me into the mobile chair again and I was whisked down the hallway and out to a driveway where a large golfcart waited. It was night time, and the cool air chilled my naked body. I was shocked and puzzled but showed no sign of emotion as I was strapped into the cart with two nurses and a guard, and transported out into the huge inner mall area.
There were only women here, walking around singly and in groups, surrounded by brightly lit shops and nightclubs, and they laughed and pointed at me as I bumped up and down moving through the streets. We traveled for about ten minutes and came to a large bar, and the three attendants who were with me pulled me out and walked me into the noisy tavern.
The place was busy and loud music came from the sound system, as the large group of partying women milled around and watched the various male milking shows going on.
I had a dog leash attached to my neck and my hands were bound behind with thick straps. We walked through the place as the women gawked and yelled, and my very large pecker stood out fully erect again, and drops of semen fell to the floor, lost on the gritty surface, and was soon smeared in by the large crowd of inebriated women.
There was the smell of pot, liquor, and every kind of drug imaginable was available to the guests. I was literally nothing but a piece of meat here, and was subjected to every kind of insult and obscene slur possible.
I was in extreme sexual arousal now, as I had been since yesterday, and I shook with lust as I was led to a small milking stage in the center of the nightclub. This was evidently the primary showspot, and the circular, rotating stage was surrouded by hundreds of leering women, waiting for their entertainment to begin.
Bright lights shined onto the stage, but I was able to see every face peering at me, somehow they had designed it so that I was totally and completely exposed to the women around me, with no possibility of hiding any part of my naked body or what I would be doing.
They forced me to my knees and secured me to the stage floor. One of the nurses took out a small container and pulled out a large wafer.
She shoved it in my mouth as the other nurse pulled down firmly on my hanging dong and balls. She stretched and pinched my long cock until it flipped around and bobbed up and down, splattering cum on the varnished stage floor.
The wafer was sweet, and had a distinct mint flavor, and it’s effect was immediate and earthshaking. The wall of pleasure hit me, and my eyes rolled back in ecstasy, looking wildly at the screaming, clapping women.
The nurse bent down and grinned at me…”This is one high you won’t forget,” she winked,””a special blend designed to make you want something in your mouth.” She stood and held my hair with one hand and shoved her finger between my lips with the other.
I was so horny now that I was grunting in frustration, my tongue wetting down her finger and I squirmed in delight as she pulled it out and wiped it on her white skirt.
I was moaning in closely spaced grunts, and I was panting in supreme pleasure as my painfully erect pecker jerked up and down depositing more dickwad on the stage. A mounted suck device was brought up and secured beneath my penis. It stood on a small tripod fastened to the floor.
The nurse quickly slid it up my long inflamed prick, and soon it gripped the base of my weiner causing it to become even harder. My glans was like hard plastic as it rested in the merciless extraction device and I looked through glazed eyes at the yelling, cheering women.
A large crowd had gathered now, and soon, from behind me, I heard footsteps on the stage, and another male CPU was brought in front of me. He stood in front of me and his penis was enormous. It dripped a thick cream to the floor, and bounced up and down uncontrollably.
The male prisoner was also in a state of extreme arousal, and the nurses pushed him into position with his huge glans near my mouth. I went berserk with lust then, in a hypotic state of forced need, and I licked my lips as the crowd went wild, chanting ‘suck it’, ‘suck it’!
The craze male slave grabbed my head roughly and forced his large prick into my mouth. I opened wide with an obscene need, and as the women booed and cheered, he began to fuck my mouth, pushing ever harder as his draining meat slid to the opening of my throat.
I could see the large crowd of leering women laughing at me as they called me every filthy name possible, and as the long dick slid into my throat I gagged uncontrollably, and was finally able to breath again as the hot, insistant dong fucked my inner esophagus.
I was so hot I whined loudly in pleasure, groaning and squealing like a pig as my nose was pushed into pubic hair and my chin rubbed large balls. My mouth was stretched to the absolute limit as it was unceremoniously fucked, the unstoppable lust of the deprived and drugged CPU being vented at my total expense.
The suction device was turned on and my balls were pulled and fingered by the other nurse as the blowjob tool slid up and down my captured pecker. She rolled my swollen nuts around in her fingers and soon I was engulfed in an earth shattering and mind bending orgasm that began slowly, and began to build into a terrifying evacuation of my high pressure seminal load.
I was mortified beyond words as the raunchy women cheered and degraded me, but was totally helpless as the forced fellatio came to a conclusion. I felt a large spurt of seminal fluid shoot into my throat, and I gagged and struggled as the disgusting liquid flowed down into my stomach and bubbled out uncontrolably around my lips.
As I pumped my hips insanely, a very large gusher of white ejaculate squirted from around my tight lips, and sprayed the stage floor beneath my face. The nurse was slapping my ass and yelling for me to eat it all, and terrified of the consequences of disobedience I gulped and gagged and swallowed mass after mass of the swampy, tangy semen.
As every drop of cum was forced from my enormous testicles, I gulped in shame and looked at the decadent spectators enjoying my humiliation. After a full five minutes the flow into my mouth, and out of my dick began to wane, and soon the thick swampy pecker fell from my gullet and a long gusher of saliva and scum poured onto the stage floor.
Several video cameras had captured all of this activity and duplicate videos would be sold to any of the crowd of lusting women who desired one. The container of foamy sperm seed from the suction device was removed and sealed in a cooling container.
The other CPU was removed and as I kneeled there in absolute degradation, they removed my bonds and pulled me up for transport back to my complex area. A dog leash had been attached to my neck all during the ordeal, which had aggravated the feelings of mortification, and there was nothing left of my self esteem but the constant and insane craving for the next orgasm. I was unceremoniously led out of the bar, dragged by the leash as the partiers cheered with sadistic gratification.
Tomorrow would begin the third day of my ‘special treatment’, leaving only twenty five days to go until I was freed. I pounded my mind with this fact, and that I would indeed recover from all this. The $500000 tax free dollars would help me see to that.
I didn’t believe I would ever be able to have normal sex again, and suspected that I would experience constant wet dreams and even uncontrolled public ejaculation, but I knew that time can be incredibly healing. No matter how bad the ordeal, there is always healing with time. Much of that would depend on me.
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Once back in my room and shackled in, I feel into a deep sleep, which would bring me back into balance again, and heal my tortured mind and sexual apparatus.
Frankly I looked forward to the next session in the nurse suck cubicle…it felt much, much better to recieve it from a pretty nurse, than the disgusting reality of being forced to give it.
There was nothing I could do but cooperate and enjoy what I could. After my supplement drink, and as I fell into deep rest, I could actually feel the sperm laden fluid filling my enormous balls again.

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Fantasy

Meating Stephanie

This is only my second story. I would like to make it into a series, but I need to see what you guys think. Let me know. All criticism accepted.

Fantasy

The Punishing

I watched as she walked out of the
shadows and into the illumination of a streetlight, looking at the ground as she walked. She wore the short skirt and crop top that was the uniform required by her employers at the bar she waitressed at till 2am most nights. It was by chance that I witnessed what she did for extra money whenever the occasion arose.

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Leon (What Just Happened part 3)

This is the third part of a series – it won’t make total sense and parts will seem quite confusing if you don’t read the first two: “What Just Happened” and “LaMar and Leon (what Just Happened part 2)”

Fiction

The Nerd -Epilog

The Nerd gets more than he bargained for—then he gets revenge.
Chapter 1
Ryan and Morgan made love all night and well into the next morning. It was as though they had found an oasis after wandering for a month in the desert. They couldn’t get enough of each other. They slept the rest of the day before preparing for their wedding. They selected a date, saw the minister and reserved the church. This should be interesting thought Ryan who was brought up Catholic in contemplation of a Baptist wedding. Ryan gave Morgan a credit card and sent her, Mom and Sara shopping for a dress. Seventeen thousand dollars later they were finally finished. The guest list was created and the invitations mailed. At last, with only two weeks to go, they were almost done. Sara would be Maid of Honor; Ryan’s brother Dan, Best Man.
The night before the wedding they prepared for bed, wearing their usual pajamas-nothing. Ryan thought he could see the onset of Morgan’s swelling abdomen, but maybe it was just his imagination. Seven weeks had past since he had asked her to marry him and he was sublimely happy. After so many years of hard work his life was coming together, at last. Ryan lay back on his pillow and was about to sleep when he felt Morgan’s fingers move across his hip to his flaccid cock. Well, he thought, it won’t be flaccid for long. Her hand did a figure eight up and down his shaft, quickly bring him to a fully erect state. Ryan moaned his approval as Morgan turned over to face him. She lowered her face, placing her tongue right on his cock head. She cupped his balls before going down on him, sucking his hard, hot dick deep into her throat. Morgan pushed him back on the bed, mounting him before riding him hard. Morgan loved it hard. She loved ramming her clit into Ryan’s pubic bone, using the friction to bring herself to a stirring orgasm. On this occasion she reached back, first to cup and massage his balls and later to massage the inside of his rectum with a finger or two. Working him this way quickly brought him to an explosive ejaculation which Morgan was happy to take into her pussy. She was only a few seconds behind him. She twitched and shook violently as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy rolled through her. She collapsed onto him and was just nibbling his ear when they both fell into a relaxing slumber.
The wedding went as planned. Ryan was relieved that it wasn’t a Catholic mass which would have trapped the wedding party and guests in the stifling church for almost an hour. Instead the ceremony stuck to the basics—do you take? and all that stuff—over and done in fifteen minutes. They retired to the limo with Dan and Sara. Ryan’s attention was to his bride, of course, but it seemed that Sara was giving him some “funny” looks. That was the only way Ryan knew to describe what he was seeing. When they arrived at the posh country club where the reception was held he got a close look at both Sara and his mother-in-law. It seemed they were both giving him these looks and he didn’t know what to make of them. Seated at the dais, he turned to his lovely bride, “Do you know what’s up with your mom and Sara? They both keep giving me these looks that I don’t understand.”
“Yes, darling, but I think you should talk to them. They should tell you themselves, but be sure to talk to Sara first.”
Ryan didn’t know what to think, but, excusing himself, he went to seek out his sister-in-law—his erstwhile lover—Sara. She was standing alone near one of the open bars, sipping a cocktail even though she was under age. She smiled when she saw him approach. “Hi, brother-in-law,” she said, but she was staring at him lewdly, as if undressing him with her eyes.
“Sara, what’s going on? You and your mom keep giving me these strange “looks.” Just now you looked like you wanted to rape me.”
“Well, Ryan, remember our wonderful weekend together? It seems you left me with a little present. Well—uh—it’s little now but growing every day—DAD!”
Ryan staggered back. This was not the kind of information he needed or wanted to hear on his wedding day. “You’re kidding, aren’t you? I thought you were on the pill.”
“Who told you that? Not, me. I wanted to fuck and I loved doing it with you, but I never took any precautions, and neither did you. We had a great weekend together and I’m pregnant. You can have a paternity test if you want to, but you are definitely the father. I haven’t had sex with anyone else—either before or after. I think I should move in with you and Morgan. We can have a wonderful time together, just like we did that weekend.”
Now Ryan really staggered. Move in? What would Morgan think? He turned and walked through the crowd. What a day! Could anything worse happen? As it turned out—yes!
He ran smack dab into his new mother-in-law. She pulled him aside saying, “I need to talk to you—alone!” She pulled him into a hallway just outside the reception room. She turned with venom in her eyes. “You fucked Morgan and got her pregnant. Then you fucked Sara and got her pregnant. What the hell’s wrong with me? Don’t you think I like to fuck? Don’t you think I’d love to have a baby growing inside me? I may be their mother, but I’m still a year younger than you. If you don’t fuck me and knock me up, I’m going to make a lot of trouble. Sara’s not of legal age in this state. That’s statutory rape, buster! So get ready to whip it out and do me right—over and over—until I’m with child. Then I think I should move in with you and Morgan…and Sara. You have a really big house. There’s room for all of us!”
The room was spinning when he returned to Morgan. He sat down, taking a huge swig of his drink. Fuck, he thought, I need a double. In fact, I need to get drunk. He realized that Morgan was looking at him. “Isn’t it wonderful news about Sara? I want her to move in with us right away. And don’t worry about Mom. She loves to fuck as much as I do and she’ll be a big help when the babies come. I’m due in November and Sara’s due three weeks later. Then when Mom gets pregnant we’ll be able to help her. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“All I wanted was for us to be together and build our family. I didn’t know Sara wasn’t on the pill or I wouldn’t have fucked her without a condom. And now your mother? It’s too much, too much!”
“You worry too much, Ryan. It’ll all work out, believe me…believe me.”
Ryan didn’t know what to believe any more. All his plans and hopes shattered in a single day.
Chapter 2
As Morgan had predicted, it did all work out without much difficulty. The hardest part, it turned out, was selling Marge’s (Morgan’s mother’s name) shitty single-wide mobile home. A lot of termite damage was discovered when it was inspected. The cost of fixing it was almost as much as the whole thing was worth, so Ryan had the house demolished and sold the land. A man from upstate bought the lot and the one next to it, anticipating building a good-sized home there. Of course, selling the lot did not provide as much money as the lot and house would have, but money wasn’t a big issue for Ryan.
Morgan set up a schedule—Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday Ryan would fuck her; Tuesday and Friday were Sara’s turn with Ryan; Thursday and Sunday Ryan would fuck Marge. Thus Ryan would be kept busy the entire week satisfying his three lovers. It was agreed among the parties that threesomes would be welcomed with Morgan agreeing to Ryan and the other two women if she could sit and watch the fun. Ryan was mortified but he went along, as much to satisfy Morgan as to placate Marge. The last thing he needed along with this three-ring circus was a visit from the police. At one point he considered moving to Utah so his family wouldn’t look so out-of-place.
Things looked up on his first Thursday with Marge. She was older than her daughters naturally, but she was in magnificent shape for someone thirty-nine years old. Her breasts were firm, and larger than Morgan’s, even with her pregnancy advancing. She had a flat abdomen, with an obvious absence of stretch marks, and her butt still had a long way to go before sagging. Better—she was truly insatiable in her animalistic pursuit of sex. When Ryan entered her room she was wearing a short kimono in the lotus position so Ryan could see all the way up to her pussy. Ryan started to disrobe but Marge stopped him. “That’s my job,” she said. She rose, walked to him, and put his hands on his shoulders. Then, moving closer, she initiated a kiss, sticking her tongue into his reluctant mouth. Ryan went along, eventually even getting into it as his body betrayed him. Marge slipped her hands inside his shirt, rubbing his chest and teasing his nipples before sliding it over his head. She sucked and bit his nipple now. Ryan responded by placing his hands on her butt cheeks, squeezing them, and pulling her cunt against his thigh. Marge’s hands moved now to his belt, opening it and pulling down his pants. His boxers showed a major tent as his erection struggled for freedom. Marge growled like a feral animal as she knelt before him and pulled down his boxers in one motion that also saw her deep throat his cock without any preliminaries. Ryan struggled to keep his balance, so forcefully did Marge pull him. Eventually he regained his balance and stood with Marge glued to his cock. Her technique, if you could call it that, was to suck as hard as possible in the hope of bringing him off. “We need to stop, Marge, I’m almost ready to cum. We need to put it into your cunt.” Ryan had used this term—most objectionable to most women—intentionally. If she were going to blackmail him, he was going to abuse her—not verbally or physically, and definitely not in front of Morgan, but, he would abuse her sexually. It would become his modus operandi—his method of operation when fucking her. Also, he had decided, that under no circumstance would he eat her out. He may have to fuck her, but that was all. Ryan pulled out—carefully, for he was worried about being bitten—and moved to the bed. He pulled Marge with him—on top of him. He moved her over his cock and forced her down, although truth be told, it didn’t take much forcing. Marge was soaking wet from her brief oral encounter with Ryan’s cock. She slid down his pole as effortlessly as if it were greased. Ryan was surprised. Even after giving birth twice her pussy was still tight. Certainly the third tightest he’d ever had, after Sara and Morgan. In keeping with her animalistic approach to sex, Marge was humping and grinding in overdrive. Ryan marveled that she could move her abdomen so fast. Marge reminded him of a dog humping his bitch, so quickly did she move. Ryan reached up and opened her kimono, revealing her marvelous set of tits, firm and round, almost a C-cup with long protruding nipples and large round areolas. Ryan reached up with his mouth to suckle, a move that drove Marge crazy with desire. She humped even faster, as though shifting into an even higher gear. This change in tempo was all it took to bring Ryan over the edge. He squirted several long ropes of hot white cum into Marge’s womb. He didn’t worry about helping her to cum—that wasn’t part of the deal. He was required to fuck and impregnate her, and that was all he was willing to do. Hell, he wasn’t even willing to do that much, but what choice did he have?
He tried to push Marge off him but she resisted. “I want to stop it from leaking out,” she said.
“Then roll over and stick your legs in the air,” replied Ryan brusquely as he pushed her over onto the bed. “Or maybe we should get you a big stopper.” It sounded like he might be kidding, but there was no humor in Ryan’s brain. He rose, gathered his clothes without bothering to dress and walked out the door to shower. When he walked into the bedroom, Morgan was waiting. She was about to ask him how it went but decided not to when she saw the expression on his face. Ryan showered, went to bed, and rebuffed Morgan’s advances, disgusted with his plight.
Chapter 3
Ryan had a date to play golf the following morning. He kissed Morgan goodbye and headed for the garage to get his clubs into the Porsche. He was just about to leave when he realized he had forgotten his GPS. He retrieved the devise from his dresser and was on his way back to the car when he heard laughter coming from the living room. Morgan, Sara, and Marge were having a great time. Soon he realized it was at his expense. He paused just inside the kitchen to eavesdrop.
“What a sap,” laughed Morgan. “Can you believe he actually fell for all this? We can take him for everything he owns and he won’t even be able to do anything about it. Ha ha ha.!
“When I get pregnant,” stated Marge, somewhat more soberly, “he’ll really be in a pickle.”
“Well, I hope it’s soon,” moped Sara. “My boyfriend isn’t too happy about me letting him fuck me, and neither am I. I only want Steve fucking me, not that nerdy Ryan. Geez, what a pathetic loser, I’m glad he’s not the father of my baby. Who’d want a nerd kid?”
Marge interrupted, ”You have to be patient and follow the plan. When Morgan came home and told me how loaded this nerd was I saw it as our way out of that fucking trailer. Look where we live now, and we have all the money we want to spend, too. We probably won’t get all of it, but we’ll get plenty. When our lawyer gets into court and tells the judge how we were forced to be his love slaves…well, just use your imagination. Morgan, I have to hand it to you. You played the sucker beautifully.”
“Yeah, I did and, know what, it was easy…almost too easy. He was desperate to fall in love, so desperate he would believe anything. Could anyone believe that someone like me would fall for a jerk almost twice my age? Of course not, but he did—big time.”
Ryan had heard enough. He tiptoed out the door to the Porsche, started the engine and drove away. He called his buddies and cancelled—he was too upset– and too angry– to play. He needed to plot his revenge. He went to a Starbuck’s, ordered something—anything—just so he could sit there and think. Say what you will—nerds are good at thinking. Just after noon, after hashing over dozens of schemes, he thought he might have it. He would get them involved in a swindle. Of course, he’d be involved, too, but by the time the shit hit the fan he’d be long gone.
His first step was to hack into the county newspaper’s records to find someone who had been born around the same he was, and who had died either in infancy or early in life. It took him several tries but eventually he found one who was perfect. Born just a month after him and died in an auto accident six months later. He mailed a formal request for a copy of the birth certificate—his birth certificate—signing his new name along with the necessary fee. The copy was to be mailed to a condo he had rented with cash for a year, making the real estate agent ecstatic. He used the condo as a base of operations, setting up a computer, internet access, and residency for his new identity. When he had his birth certificate he mailed it along with a color photo of his face to the U.S. State Department along with a passport application and the fee for expedited service. Ryan knew that few clerks, faced with hundreds if not thousands of requests every day, would take the time or make the effort to check if there was also a death certificate. More importantly, he knew the county records department was not computerized, which would have made his task almost impossible. He knew that birth records were kept in one location; death records in another. In about a month his passport was delivered. It was perfect, of course, because it was real. Now for phase two.
The hardest part was acting naturally at home, being the same old nerd he had been “BB”—before betrayal. “I had an idea,” he said one evening before his appointment to fuck the insatiable but obnoxious Marge. “Since we’re going to be one big happy family, I thought we ought to have some investments…you know…as a group.” He had to be careful not to acknowledge the glances the women had given each other almost mocking him. “This idea should bring us almost fifty million dollars in less than a year’s time. I want to start an investment firm with the four of us as principals. What do you say? Want in? I’ll do all the work. All you have to do is get rich.”
Ryan knew their greed would get the best of them. “Yeah!” they all yelled, dollar signs in their eyes.
‘OK, great, I’ll get the necessary paperwork put together for you to sign. The hook was in the water, now all he had to do was set it.
Chapter 4
Ryan set up an office in the nearby city and advertised in financial publications. The ads offered an investment in a privately held hedge fund with double digit return in less than six months and almost guaranteed income. It took less than a month for the first checks to come in. He deposited them using signature stamps—Marge Stanton, Sara Stanton, and Morgan Stanton. He never used his own signature. After a month he started sending out checks—interest and principal-again with two signatures—Marge Stanton, Treasurer, and Sara Stanton, Vice President, or Morgan Stanton, President. They were overjoyed with their “official titles,” and were even more overjoyed with the checks that he brought home for them –$100,000 each the first month; $200,000 or more each succeeding month. This went on for six months until he was tipped off. The SEC was looking into the company’s affairs—amazing how a $100,000 bribe to a well placed clerk in the SEC’s Washington office could pay off. The SEC was closing in on his Ponzi scheme. It was time to disappear. Ryan had already moved virtually all his funds offshore to the Cayman Islands. He had also wiped the office clean of his fingerprints and deposited quite a number of his “lovers’” prints, taken from glasses or dishes with tape and transferred to desks, computers, even the bathroom. Only one thing left to do—one final fuck with Morgan.
Morgan was really bulging and she was reluctant to have sex, but that wasn’t stopping Ryan tonight. He’d fuck her from behind before fucking her ass. He began tenderly, kissing her lips and neck, moving her fingers down to his cock. There’d been no sex for almost a month so his attentions were well received—she just didn’t want to fuck him. He rubbed her pussy making her wet. They were standing in the bedroom so she was unconcerned when he shifted around behind her ostensibly to nuzzle her neck. Suddenly, he pushed her against her bureau, bending her over. He was in her just as quickly. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Just taking my due, my dear; I’ve been remiss recently—all my responsibilities at work, I guess. He was giving it to her hard and fast, taking out all his pent up frustrations and anger in one special moment. “I’m sorry, dear, I just got carried away.” He withdrew and wiped his wet cock on her robe, but he did not let her up. He moved now to her ass, ramming his dry cock into her dry ass, causing her intense pain. He knew he had hurt her, but he would have to do this a thousand times before he could come close to equaling the pain he had received. She screamed as the pain ripped through her but he kept up his pace until he felt his balls churn. Then he pulled out, spun her around, and forced his exploding cock into her mouth. Cum dripped from her mouth onto her chest and swollen stomach.
“Are you crazy?” she screamed as she finally was able to stand up. “Have you noticed I’m almost ready to deliver? You hurt me you asshole.”
Ryan smirked internally before saying,” I just wanted to give you something to remember me by. I’m going fishing.” He walked calmly out the door, out of the house, and down the dock to the thirty-footer. He started it up and headed to the inlet and the ocean. He had secretly hidden a small inflatable with a five horsepower engine aboard last weekend while the women were out shopping. They never went near the boat; there was no danger of it being discovered. When he was about five miles from shore, he loosened the nut holding one of the fuel lines, set the timer, inflated the small boat and left. Thirty minutes later there was a horrific explosion. The Coast Guard was only able to retrieve a wallet and driver’s license from the wreckage; the boat had burned to the waterline, the outboards sinking in the deep water. The official report surmised that Ryan had been fixing a leak in the gas tank when it ignited, destroying him along with the boat. In truth, Ryan had motored on the calm seas to a nearby resort, leaving the inflatable at the water’s edge, believing correctly that some kids would come along and take it for a joyride. Walking to the front of the resort he was able to take a taxi to a nearby shopping center. He had placed all his valuables in a used car he had purchased using his new identity. He drove to the airport, caught a flight to Atlanta, connecting to Mexico City, connecting to Rio.
Feigning shock at the news, the women were, in reality, thrilled to hear of Ryan’s demise. All his hundreds of millions would be theirs. They were quite startled to learn that the accounts held only a little under fifty thousand dollars. They were even more surprised when U.S. Marshals appeared at their door with arrest warrants for the three of them—securities fraud, grand theft, mail fraud were the main charges, but there were lots more. Denials, claims that they did and knew nothing were interpreted by law enforcement to be total blatant lies. They were unable to make bail so all three delivered their babies in federal prison. The children were taken away to foster care shortly after birth. They were sentenced to twenty years each. They still didn’t understand what had happened, but they were still screwed big time.
About a month into her sentence Morgan received a post card—unsigned. It said simply, “It’s never a good idea to gloat in a nerd’s living room about how you’ve played him for a fool.” Morgan was sure it had come from Ryan, but how to prove it.
At the same time, a gorgeous Brazilian she-male was kneeling in front of a slightly built six footer who was reclining in a lounge chair taking in the view of Ipanema Beach. “May I suck your cock, Senhor George? “
“Sounds great to me, Rita. Then I’ll want to fuck that fine ass of yours.”
“Oh Senhor George, you say the sweetest things.”

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