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Uncle Ash: Part 3

It has been a long time since Ashton established his dominance over Lori and she has come to expect and somewhat enjoy their relationship. Today is a half day at work so the two of them prepare for a day out together.

After the Dance

We pulled up in front of a nice townhouse complex that sat deep in a forested area. Her townhouse was in complete darkness. “Looks like everyone’s gone to bed,” I said casually.
“No one’s home. My parents are away,” Natasha replied.

Debt and its high price part 6: Kali’s taste of Kalona

Kali heard his top fall, his zipper, and then his jeans and boxers fall to the ground. Somehow it stirred a primal instinct in her body. She felt her body longing to have him inside her, suprise, as she still hurt from the whipping she just received. That is untill he walked over in front of her.
Wanting her fear Kalona walked over in front of her, pulling her head up by her hair, making sure she saw the monster between his legs. He smiled in satisfaction as her eyes widened and a small terrified sound escaped her lips. He released her hair and let her hide her face as best she could in the position she was in.
To her it seemed like an eternity between him releasing her hair and feeling the head of his massive cock against her battered and beaten pussy. To him it seemed all too soon. Even though he waited patiently till she was 18 before he even had his men follow and stalk her for the pictures he got, he didn’t give a damn about her well being. Using her father’s semen, he burried himself in her.
With his massive intrution of her body she screamed. She felt the tears start to flow down her cheeks. She wished it wasn’t real. But what she didn’t realize was he only had the first 11 inches in her.
He listened to her screams and sobs as if they were music, to him they were. At first he stayed still, with only what her body naturally allowed in her. He waited for her sobs to stop before pulling back slowly. As soon as he started to mover her body began to buck.
Usually he would check the restraints before giving a new slave her first experience with his legendary member. But in this case, Jerry had restrained her. Jerry never messed up the restraints, not after that bitch Carla.
She couldn’t stay still no matter how hard she tried, even though she could hear him chuckling and knew it was only entertaining him. The pain from his size was just too much. Her cervix couldn’t take the pain from the intrution. It throbbed painfully, rather steadily.
He pulled back so the tip was the only thing still inside her. He waited for her body to calm down a bit before using enough force to send his full 14 inches into her. This time she didn’t scream, didn’t cry, didn’t wail, didn’t buck, cause the pain was equivalent to someone shoving a knife into your kidney and twisting it, its too much pain to do anything.
He leaned over her body carefully, making sure the full 14 inches was still in her, and pulled her hair so his lips were right next to her ear.
“In a month or two your body will get used to my size,” he chuckled, knowing it would probably be 4 or 5 months. “But for now, prepare yourself for pain.”
He straightened up really fast letting his dick push harder against her cervix. He started to steadily thrust into her. Feeling every millimeter of her love tunnel grip him. Grabbing her hips to hold her just right as he batered, bruised, and abused her sweet young form.
It took all he had to wait for her to lose consiousness before he let his cum fill her body. Even after two weeks of not letting himself orgasm, it was more semen than he though possible to be held in one man, even of his size. It took about ten minuets before the flow slowed and eventually stopped. By the time he pulled himself out of her limp body, there was nice puddle on the floor and streams of cum racing down her legs.
After pulling out of Kali, Kalona pulled his watch out of his jeans. Judging the time, they had only done an hours worth of time. For him, this was an embarrasment, but she was the tightest whore he had ever used. Out of the back pocket, he got his digital camera.
He took a few pictures of her in her current position, admiring her helplessness. After satisfying himself with her in this position he went over to the far corner and tugged on the chain, testing its strength against his. This chain was set up for her to be able to move in a certain amount of space, similar to a dog chained up in the front yard. Only she would be confined to the corner and a twelve foot radius from it.
Confident in the strength of the bolt and chain he went back over to her. Circling her like a tiger and its helpless prey. Slowly he undid her restraints, letting her fall to the floor. Liking her new position, he took more pictures. He easily tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to the corner. He locked her collar to the chain and admired her shortly before noticing his need to relieve his bladder.
Soon she awoke to what she first thought was warm water, and soon found to be Kalona’s golden stream . . .
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Downstairs Jerry was looking over the vast selection of slaves Kalona keeps in the cells on the second to bottom floor of the dungeon. Currently he was looking at the young red heads, they were always a turn on for him.
On his second time past the red heads he spotted one that looked to be no older than 14. He walked past them a little bit, wanting to know what they talked about, you’d be supprised to know what a slave would say when they think they are alone.
“Ella, m…mm….myy nnammee iiissss Ella.” A small, weak, scared, voice said.
“…..new girl has a pretty name……”
“…..they gonna strip that from you first……”
“…then your clothes…”
He pretended to look at the blondes in a higher cage as he listened to them.
“…I never seen dat guy here before…..”
“..he seems..to be…important…”
“…been past us twice….”
A couple of the others chimed in.
Slowly he walked back over to their cage and looked in.
“Who is Ella?”
He didn’t expect a verbal answer, and he didn’t get one, all of the others moved away from the one he spotted earlier.
He didn’t realize Kalona had come down till he reached around Jerry and undid the lock on the cage.
“You’ve always liked them young Jerry, you’ve always liked them young.”

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Call Me Kate! (Chapter 2)

A teenage girl goes above & beyond to shed her ‘young’ label. NOTE: This will be broken into long chapters. To read Chapter 1: http://stories.xnxx.com/story/44275/Call_Me_Kate%21_%28Chapter_1%29

Owned

Lita had just finished getting ready to go out for the night and was looking in the mirror to see if she approved of the reflection. She had long wavy brown hair, hazel eyes, and full pouty lips. Her 5’2 frame was heightened by heels as usual and a black sequined mini dress tightly wrapped around her petite body and small but beautifully rounded and perky breasts. She smiled and decided she looked pleasing enough. She poured herself a drink and turned on the TV to pass the time while she got a little tipsy before leaving for the party.
A couple of drinks later she heard a slight noise behind her and quickly turned her head to see what had produced the sound, her eyes caught a flash of sudden movement and then everything went black.
Lita woke up in what seemed to be some kinda shop, the walls were ridged metal and there were various tools laying about. Her head hurt extremely bad and she was immediately cold, still only wearing the mini dress, the cement floor was hard and freezing to her skin and her shoes were nowhere to be seen. Without much thought she quickly jumped up to her feet in an attempt to sporadically run outside of this place. However, before she even took 5 bounds she was harshly ripped back to the floor by a tether that was connected to a collar around her neck. She choked and coughed for awhile and her hands went up to finger the leather collar around her now sore neck. She broke into wild sobs of fright and tried to tear at the collar…in the midst of all this panic lights flashed on, brightening the previously dim building, Lita heard jingling and immediately after saw two large Doberman Pinscher’s run up to her. Lita automatically screamed as the dogs started licking her face, she slightly calmed once she realized they weren’t going to attack her. She saw that the two dogs were wearing collars almost identical to her own, only they each had name tags dangling from there’s; Drake and Tiberius. Plain shock and confusion temporarily silenced her cries.
At hearing footsteps Lita looked up to see a man walk towards here with a slight but cruel smile on his face, as if he had just made a clever joke at someone’s expense.
“Who are you?!! What do you want with me? Please let me go! Let me go!” Lita began screaming frantically which was immediately answered by the two dogs starting to growl and bare their teeth at her. Noticing this Lita stopped and was gasping for air, tears streaming down her face, she relinquished a final and diminished “Please…help me.”
“Good job, boys. Drake..Tiberius…here” The man said calmly while pulling two dog treats out of his suit pocket. The dogs came over to retrieve the treats and the man stroked each one one of them lovingly behind the ears for a moment, then he looked down towards Lita…his cold eyes narrowing in on her.
“You’ll learn quickly that my dogs don’t take kindly to screaming…if you want some advice, I’d make as little noise as possible.” He walked towards her and roughly put his hand under her chin and forced her face upwards to look at her closely.
“Let’s get this established right here and now…I kidnapped you from your apartment, and you are now mine. Simple as that. You will take everything that I wish to subject you to. And maybe after some time, I’ll let you free…but that won’t be for quite awhile so I wouldn’t worry about it. I can’t stress this enough…don’t plead or beg for your freedom because you won’t get it and you’ll only annoy me. You are my possession now. You exist basically as furniture…even my two dogs outrank you. Got it?”
Lita just let out some more frantic sobs…she couldn’t believe this was happening to her. No, it couldn’t…she’ll wake up soon or this will be just some sick joke. She felt sick…oh god, this was real. Instinctually she let out more whimpers and a nearly inaudible “Pll…ease.”
She was responded to by a sharp slap in the face by the man.
“I won’t tell you again…just shut up. Don’t speak unless spoken to and refer to me always as “Master.” Do I make myself clear?” He emphasized his question with a threatening jerk on her tether.
She took a couple seconds to speak, her mouth not wanting to work correctly, “Y—Yes, Master” She looked down at the ground still crying.
“Good, good. Now what shall we name this little bitch?” The man she only knew as Master said, more to the dogs than to her. “Hmmm, a good name will come to me eventually…for now just ‘bitch’ will work.”
“First things first, take those fucking clothes off, bitch! You’re not good enough for clothes. Clothes are for people not worthless pets!” He yelled at her.
It took Lita a second to react but out of fear she quickly unzipped herself out of the dress…she hadn’t been wearing a bra but she hesitated when it came to her black panties.
Master saw this hesitation and quickly leaned out and pinched her cold hard nipple extremely hard and even twisted it slightly.
Lita let out a small yelp, hindered by the previous warning about the dogs being trained to lash out against loud noise.
She quickly pulled her panties down her legs, around her feet, and let them lay on the floor. She tried to keep her legs losed out of embarrassment but the man roughly kicked her knees apart.
“No, let’s see the bitch’s pussy. I need to inspect what kinda bitch I own.” He gruffly demanded.
She helplessly held her knees open as she sat naked on the cold cement.
“Well, at least your shaved…stand up and get on this table so I can have a better look.” He ordered.
She quickly got to her feet and pulled herself up onto the rough work table. Master unlocked the tether around her collar and pushed her back onto the table so she was laying flat on it. He roughly spread her legs.
He began pulling her cunt lips apart and prodding at her clit as well as stretching her lips by pulling them roughly. Out of nowhere he delivered a sharp slap directly to her pussy, causing her to jerk in pain and bring her knees up. He quickly grabbed her legs and slammed them back into their former position.
Lita out of fear, murmured a panicked apology.
He ignored her and started toying with her stiff nipples…pulling them and roughly pinching them. And then he moved down to her asshole and started prodding it.
“Have you ever been fucked in your ass, bitch?” He demanded.
Lita surprised by the question quickly said, “No…never.”
He smiled cruelly, “We’ll definitely fix that.”
Lita started to protest but realized it would be futile.
” Well, let’s see how wet you get…start rubbing yourself.” He stated nonchalantly.
“Wh–what?” Lita asked, in a state of shock.
His hand shot out and swiftly and strongly pinched her clit. Lita let out a tiny scream. “You fucking heard me…don’t play innocent, you dirty little bitch.”
Tears once again started pouring out of her eyes as her hand slowly and awkwardly started rubbing her clit.
Master just stood back and watched as if he were a judge in a contest.
“You’re not stopping til you get wet…so put some fucking feeling into it, you dumb whore.” He said in a low voice.
Lita closed her eyes and tried to focus…she could feel the cold air on her naked pussy and this strange man’s eyes…before long her touch began to stir up pleasurable feelings and she felt her cunt begin to grow damp. She kept her eyes closed and quickened her pace, after awhile she felt a warm gush of cum push out of her cunt hole and her clit was now large and swollen.
“Stick a finger in, bitch, then show me how wet you are.” He demanded.
Lita forced her finger into her slippery snatch and began to slowly fuck herself, and then she pulled it back out to show the man. She saw a string of wetness strung from her wet finger to her engorged and shining cunt.
“Mmmm…good. A real wet fucking slut. You’re soaking on demand, aren’t you? You dirty little whore.” He cruelly teased her, “Now suck all that cunt juice off your finger.”
Lita, still obviously scared, was now aroused, unwillingly but still aroused. She put her finger inside her mouth and tasted her sweet and salty wetness.
“Alright, let’s see how much of a whore you are…” The man said as he undid his belt and let his pants fall to his feet revealing a extremely large and extremely hard cock. He sat down on a wooden chair nearby, ” Now get off that table and come over here and ride my dick. Don’t just go through the motions because you have to ride it until you cum…and I can feel when a bitch comes so don’t try some stupid shit.”
Lita just gazed at him somewhat delirious from this brutal kidnapping and her arousal.
“NOW, BITCH.” He yelled.
She quickly scrambled off the table and over to him, she awkwardly tried to mount his lap and he forcefully slammed her down onto his giant cock by grabbing her hips.
Lita gasped in pain as she felt the hot dick rammed into her tight pussy. She sat motionless for a second.
“C’mon, slut. If you don’t cum quick enough you’ll be punished!” He threatened as he put his arms at his side, a gesture that implied she was to do all the work.
She began jerking up and down, sliding back and forth on th length of his cock. She felt so humilated…a bystander seeing the scene would think she was extremely horny and desperate to fuck. She didn’t want to find out what this man would do as a punishment though, and start to grind into him madly. She could feel her tits bouncing around as she bounced on his dick.
She could feel herself on the verge of an orgasm and began pumping her hips up and down even faster and finally she could feel an intense pressure rise up inside her cunt and immediately explode into waves of ecstasy. She could feel hot cum gush out of her, spraying out of her from the pressure of dick as she squirted everywhere.
Almost before she was even done cumming and could catch her breath the man pushed her off his dick and onto to the floor.
“Whoa, I have a squirter! What a fucking little slut! You loved it, didn’t you, bitch??” He laughed at her.
She laid on the ground completely humiliated, but her whole body warm and satisfied…which just added to her humiliation.
He started pushing his boot into her stomach, “Hey, I asked you a question, slut! You loved it, didn’t you? Come on! Thank me! Thank me and lick all your cum of my dick, slut.”
Lita got on her knees and tearfully whimpered, “Thank you, Master…thank you for fucking me. I l-loved it…” Her face was red with shame as he shoved his still hard cock into her face and forced her to lick off every drip of cum from it.
“Alright, that’s enough, slut.” He said while ripping her mouth off his cock by her hair. “Now get on your knees, head on the floor, and spread your ass open. And keep it open, bitch”
Lita tearfully did so, not liking where this was going. It was a really uncomfortable position and if possible she was even more embarrassed then she already had been. She had never had any kind of anal play whatsoever and now here she was on the floor spreading her ass cheeks apart for a sadistic stranger.
Master was shuffling through stuff on a nearby work bench but Lita couldn’t really see in her awkward position. Soon enough she saw him walk back towards here wheeling what seemed to be a hospital IV stand. When he got to her she could see it had a huge bag of what looked like water suspended from it.
“Have you ever heard of an enema, slut?”
She whimpered, “Yes, Master” She couldn’t believe this was about ready to happen to her.
She felt him slather some cold and thick gel onto her tight and puckered asshole…she assumed it was lube. And without a moments delay he was working some kind of rounded knob into her ass. She tried her best to keep quiet but it hurt so bad…she could feel the rim of her asshole stretching and it felt like it would tear. Finally the thick opening of the hose popped into her asshole, with her tight opening wrapped around the narrow part of the tube. He let go and the tube was held tightly in place.
She began to feel a cool stream of water enter her ass canal and she uncomfortably shifted.
“Keep still!” Master yelled as she slapped her ass hard.
She winced at the sharp pain but was even more concerned with the strange feeling of her ass, and now her stomach it seemed, being filled with the cool water. Master got down on his knees and felt her stomach and she could feel the water sloshing around inside her. He smiled as he poked her stomach and pushed it inwards knowing it caused her discomfort. She groaned as her insides started to cramp.
Finally the bag emptied out and she was relieved, but only for a split second. He shifted behind her and sternly ordered, ” I’m going to take the tube out now and you’re going to clench your ass as hard as you can. Even if a drop of water comes out you’ll be sorry.” He delivered another smack to her ass for emphasis.
He slowly began to twist the knob out of her ass, it hurt so much that it made it really hard to keep her ass tight but she tried her hardest out of fear. And with a popping noise he pulled it completely out of her ass.
“Alright, now get up…keep holding that ass shut!” He yelled.
Lita slowly and awkwardly maneuvered to a standing position, she was slightly hunched over due to her full and cramping stomach. The man laughed, obviously amused.
“Alright, now dance!” He said, laughing.
Lita stared at him, pleading with her eyes. He twisted her nipples extremely hard at her reluctance, “Bitch, I said dance! Dance for me like the little whore you are.”
Lita, starting to cry once more, started to rotate and sway her hips trying to mimic the movements of a stripper. She knew she probably looked so ridiculous, freakishly dancing with her ass clenched tight as she could and stomach swollen.
“Come on, whore. You’re going to have to try harder than that. That wouldn’t turn anyone on!” He cruelly teased.
After what seemed like forever and just when she didn’t think she’d be able to hold it in anymore he told her she could stop.
He led her over to the other end of the compound and told her to squat over a drain in the floor.
“Alright, you can let it out.”
With immense relief she unclenched her ass and felt a stream of water gush out of her…every couple of seconds the stream would stop and then begin to spray out again unevenly. She couldn’t believe how much water had been inside her…just when she thought all of it was out she would start spraying again.
“Come on, bitch…squeeze hard! I want it all out.”
She tightened her muscles and squeezed as hard as she could while a final gush of water splashed out…she felt so disgusting doing this while he watched.
“Alright, now walk back to the table, lean over it, and open up your ass again! Hurry!” He ordered.
She quickly did so, dreading what she knew was coming. She leaned her torso over the table but realized she was too short to touch the ground, while leaning onto it since her hips didn’t quite reach the table top.
He immediately noticed it and ordered her to jump up, lay her torso on the table while her bottom half and legs dangled off with her feet hanging inches from the floor. Her weight crushed her hip bones uncomfortably on the table and it hurt even more to stretch her arms back to spread her ass open.
“Now, beg for me to fuck your ass. Beg like the nasty whore you are. Really convince me you want it.” He said.
Lita bit her lip in shame, took a breath of air and started, “Please, Master…Please fuck my ass. Please, I need it. This horny slut needs her…ass fucked. Please, Master.”
“Alright, alright…don’t seem so pathetic!” He said. And before she knew what was happening he grabbed her hips from behind and rammed his dick hard into her ass, which was still slightly gaping from the enema. She unwittingly screamed but he didn’t seem to mind this time. She felt like she was being torn in half…there wasn’t near enough lube still remaining and she could feel the friction as his dick pounded in and out. Her asshole was spasming strangely and she was moaning with pain. He fucked her mercilessly for about 10 minutes, Lita felt that she might pass out from the pain, and then he slowed his pace down and moaned as she felt a hot stream spray into her tight asshole.
He pulled out and she could immediately feel the cum push out of her burning ass and drip down her legs. There seemed to be a ton of it as it kept flowing out of her throbbing ass. Once again he forced his waning cock into her face and demanded she lick him clean. She did so submissively, in a daze from the pain and almost happy for it to be over.
“What a tight little asshole, you sloppy cunt! Thank me for fucking your ass so good!”
“Thank you, Master.” She meekly said
“Alright, I think I’ll call you Squirt…since you obviously love to cum and squirt all over like a little whore in heat.” He said while stroking her back. “Now, get up…I have things to do for the rest of the night so you’re going to bed.”
She gingerly got up from the table, her ass in so much pain, she could barely walk it seemed. However, walking was deemed unneccessary as he pushed her to the ground.
” You’re to crawl unless told otherwise!” He chastised her gruffly.
He led her to a large metal dog pen in the corner that had a few old blankets inside. She crawled in and he locked it up. “Alright, goodnight, Squirt. I want you to sleep with your legs spread open…If I come her in the morning and you’re legs are closed I’ll fuck you with a dog brush, got it? Trust me, little sluts don’t like that…I would know.” He laughed as he walked out the door. Then the lights shut off leaving her in complete darkness. Lita spread her legs open and fell asleep crying.
************************************************************************
She awoke to the two dogs, Drake and Tiberius, brushing up against her cage. Their collars making clinking noises against the metal frame of the cage. She was immediately relieved to see that she had somehow held her legs open all night…apparently the fear allowed her subconscious to enable it.
She looked up to see the Master strolling her towards her.
“Well, already showcasing that little cunt off this morning? Such a slut! You better not tease Tiberius and Drake!” He smugly greeted her.
Lita didn’t like that implication.
“Alright, crawl out of there now, Squirt.” He said as he opened the cage door.
Lita groggily obeyed, depressed that yesterday hadn’t been a nightmare only.
Master now had a little riding crop and he sharply brought it down on her ass as she crawling out of the cage. She winced with pain but noted that the dogs were staying away from her, they must be trained to keep their distance.
“Follow me, bitch.” He led her over to what she thought looked like a meat hook suspended from the high ceiling.
“Now stand up.”
She stood and he roughly grabbed her hands and bound them with rope, not tightly together though…but with a few inches of rope loose between her hands. He then pulled her hands over her head and pulled the loose rope over the hook so that she was lightly stretched with her arms held up and feet on the floor.
“Now, be sure to be a good little slut or I’ll raise the hook and you’ll have to stand on your tippy toes.” He said while brushing the riding crop over her breasts, and then out of nowhere snapping one of her nipples with it.
Having been stung unexpectedly she let out a tiny yelp of pain to which he punished with another slap to her other nipple.
“Now, spread your feet apart” He said while smacking her inner left shin with the crop to get her to stand with her legs apart.Once her legs were spread to his liking, her fastened them in place by some metal rings drilled into the floor. He raised the crop up to her pussy and lightly slapped at it for a bit. Then he went off to one of the work benches for a few seconds and came back with a few things that Lita couldn’t quite descipher.
“These, my slut, are nipple clamps! You’ll love them.” And without delay he pinched a small metal clamp with slightly pointed little teeth down onto her nipple. It hurt immediately on her small sensitive nipples and she winced, then he clamped on the other one.
“And these, are for your lips” He held up two clamps similar to the ones on her nipples to her face, but they had little chains attached to each of them with what seemed like a fishing weight hanging on each end, “Your cunt lips, of course. Last night I noticed they’re not as long and full as they should be. Luckily for you, I’ll fix that! It’ll take time of course, but I’m sure a dirty slut like you will enjoy it.”
Lita’s eyes opened wide as he reached down and attached each clamp and weight on her labia. The pain in her nipples had already began to dull even though she noticed her nipples were enlarged and very red, but these clamps shot a new pain through her body. Her pussy lips were already a tender area and now they had metal pinching into them and pulling downwards by the weight. She could feel the little weights dangling around with her thighs.
Master smiled at her, “Well, now I’ll just let you enjoy yourself for awhile…we’ll need to do this for awhile each day so your lips stretch out. I’ll leave Tiberius and Drake to keep you company.” He gave one more painful swat to her clit with the riding crop and then walked towards the door and then outside.
Lita groaned. How long would he leave her like this? How many days would she be forced to do this, more importantly? Would he ever let her go…? She began to grow sad, but no more tears came…maybe she cried all of them out yesterday. She began to think if her cunt lips really would stretch out and was even more dismayed. She didn’t want them to be longer…
She looked down at her nipples, they seemed extremely red and swollen…the skin swelling up around the clamps. But now they just ached with a dull pain…a dull pain that seemed to travel back and forth to her pussy. Was she really becoming aroused? Goddammit, she thought. I can’t believe this…before these last couple days she never thought she could get excited against her will.
She bent her neck to look down at her cunt and cringed at the sight her lips being pulled downwards by the weights…the skin surrounding the clamps very red…but the pain just a dull ache now. She noticed her clit, now slightly engorged, pushing through the upper labia. Then one of the dogs brushed against her legs. They were now starting to nervously pace around…it seemed as if they were nervous about their Master coming back.
She tried to push them away by bending her legs as much as she dared, but it seemed to make them more agitated. Tiberius actually started to growl so she fearfully stopped, thinking they might attack her or alert the Master.
Tiberius quit growling but started to nudge his head in between her legs, as dogs tend to do, painfully causing the weights to swing back and forth.
“Go away!” She sternly said but he just growled again. Finally he was pressing his snout into her cunt and he started to lick.
Oh god, no…she thought. What if the Master came back and saw? Maybe the sick bastard wanted this to happen. She was so disgusted…she tried to shift her weight around and jimmy her hips about to shew him away but it wasn’t working and only made the clamp weights swing around in a painful way.
Soon she felt Drake come up from behind and begin to nose around her ass, slipping his tongue in between her crack. She could feel his warm dog drool drip down her ass and thigh. She didn’t make a sound being afraid they might bite her sensitive regions. Tiberius was now full fledged licking her cunt with his big sloppy tongue, and Drake Drake started lapping from behind trying to share the juices that were no doubt beginning to leak from her cunt.
She had never been so mortified in her life, especially at the fact that she knew she was beginning to get turned on. She could feel her clit becoming even more swollen…her nipples deliciously aching. She noticed juices beginning to drip out of her cunt, only causing the dogs to lick more vigorously. Tiberius’ tongue sensing the source of the wetness began poking his tongue into her pussy hole, Drake lapping up what he could from behind.She could feel their teeth just gently graze her cunt and ass. She was just starting to barely moan when she heard the door swing open loudly.
Her head snapped up in fright to see the Master staring at her.
“Tiberius! Drake!” He yelled. The dogs immediately coward away from her and ran to his heels.
“What the fuck, slut? He said, walking towards her quickly ” You loved being tied their with those clamps on so much you just had to get my dogs to pleasure you?! Unbelievable.”
Coming up to her she slapped each breast extremely hard. Already made sensitive by the clamps, the slaps caused a super intense pain to her tits. Her nipples began to burn. He leaned into her and began underhand slapping her cunt over and over again, driving the clamps in further.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Lita shrieked with pain. ” They just started doing it! I couldn’t stop them!”
“But that didn’t stop you from enjoying it though, did it?” He asked, still taking turns smacking her throbbing tits and cunt.
“No, I didn’t!” She whined just wanting him to stop.
“Then why is your cunt soaking wet?!” He yelled as he shoved his open hand on her face, smearing all her pussy cream all over her face.
“I …couldn’t help it, Master. I’m sorry!” She begged.
He let up and and was now only lightly flicking at her nipples, still pretty painful. ” Well listen up, bitch. My dogs still out rank you, you worthless fuck hole. They get to do whatever they want to, if I’ll let them. And you’ll just have to deal with it.” He started chuckling now while also beginning to untie her hands.
Her arms loose and now back at her sides, they felt really sore from being held up for so long. Then he unhooked her feet from the floor and she stood there before him awkwardly.
“Now, your punishment for lying about not enjoying it. You will have to slap at each of your nipples until the clamps snap off. Got it, whore?” He asked cynically.
“Yes, Master?” Dreading the pain but wanting to please him so her punishment wouldn’t be worse.
“Go on then!!” He yelled in her face.
Lita took a breath, raised up her right hand, cringed, and then slapped her left nipple hard. The pain was intensely sharp, she could feel the teeth of the clamp drag into her skin but it didn’t fall off.
“HARDER, BITCH. Like you mean it!” He yelled again.
This time she rose her hand and struck at the tip of her nipple again, this time causing the clamp to clatter to the floor. Her nipple began to sting and burn much more than before, it was very red and swollen and completely hard.
She rose her had to the other nipple and repeated the same action. The clamp also flew to the floor and another intense pain seized her throbbing nipple.
“Alright, good, you little bitch. We’ll keep the clamps on your lips though.” He smiled while pinching one her nipples painfully. They were so unbelievably hard and sensitive.
“Now get on your knees and open your mouth.” He demanded.
Lita quickly did and he shoved his hard dick into her mouth and began to her mercilessly throat fuck her. She almost gagged several times and tears were streaming down her face. Finally her ripped his cock out and sprayed his hot load all over her face. She felt it drip down her face and down her neck, she went to wipe some off her eyelids but Master immediately smacked her hand out of the way.
“No! Let it dry like that, you dirty cum slut.” He zipped up his pants and walked over to a chair by the large table and sat down. “Now crawl over her, Squirt” He called while slapping his thighs as if she were another one of his dogs.
The cum was beginning to grow cold on her face and she felt it harden. She knew she must look ridiculous but she crawled over to him, feeling the weights awkwardly dangle between her legs.
“Get up on the table now.” He said.
She rose up, got up on the table, and laid on her back. He got up and spread her legs and painfully released each of the clamps. Taking them off brought back the pain rather than the dull ache and she felt her lips slowly begin to draw back up after being stretched out for so long.
He walked back over to his work shelves and shortly returned. He had to dildos in his hands. One large and girthy, probably about 9 inches long and 3 inches in diameter. The other was short and cone shaped…just probably 2 inches in diameter at the base. Without a word he shoved the bigger one deep into her pussy, and the other roughly into her ass.
Lita gasped with pain and shock. She was completely stuff full and it seemed she could feel the two toys almost touch each other through the thin membrane of skin. She could feel the toys beginning to slide out but Master roughly shoved them back in and began taping them in. He didn’t seem to care how much tape her used or that he was smoothing it over her lower stomach, ass, and thighs. She lay there under his gaze feeling completely stretched out. He then grabbed her tether and connected it to her collar, and locked the other end around the table.
He then disappeared for a minute into a storage closet that she just noticed was there and came back with a video camera on a tripod. He set it up in front of the table, aimed at her and spread open and stuff up cunt, her face covered with dried cum.
“Now, I’m going to leave on business for awhile…I’ll probably be gone around four hours…I want you to masturbate and cum 8 times while I’m gone…Got it? When I come back and check the camera I better see you cum that many times or you will seriously regret it, slut.”
And with that he quickly paced out the door and was gone.
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Patient 92 part 4

Most mornings she woke were uneventful. This time she was not so lucky.
A week after the dinner, her doctor had proudly announced to the patients during lunch that their branch had been favored. The company was awarding them with a hefty sum of money to make further advancements and discoveries. Two things popped into her mind when she heard this. One was surprise that there were other branches of the company. The second was nervous curiosity as to what these advancements would be.
Now three weeks after that award, with nothing changed, she dismissed it from her mind. Only for it to bulldoze its way back in. She was in a new room. Her hands and feet were shackled more tightly than usual and her torso was restrained as well. Her mouth was taped shut. The room was brightly lit.
She saw her doctor and a few others in scrubs and surgical gear conversing over a clipboard ten feet away.
The room was cold and her pink nipples stood erect and rock hard. As she looked around her eyes found what she had dreaded. A small metal table next to her containing lots of sharp, unfriendly looking surgical instruments.
She screamed. The doctors, now aware she was awake surrounded her. Apparently one was in training. “A drug was injected into another patient, 86, I believe. Its main effects are aggresive behavior including violence, and an increased sex drive,” said her doctor. “How increased?” Asked the trainee. “It increases about 10 fold, and in our case he raped patient 92. He tried to control himself but was unable. We’ll be injecting a similar but much more mild drug into her after the surgery.” Surgery. Her stomach was in knots.
After applying antiseptic and heavy pain killers, a doctor picked up a surgical knife. He cut into her abdomen.
She released a scream through the tape. Of course, she couldn’t feel much, but the violation of the knife was too much. Her doctor picked up a little blue pouch. He affixed it somehow in her, pushing it low right above the pubic bone. They sewed her back up and knocked her out with some sedatives.
When she woke she was still on the table. Only now it was just three doctors; hers, the trainee, and another. She could see a small rise above her crotch where the packet was, and the stitches were still there. She was now hooked up to an IV. “We wont activate the packet untill her stitches are gone. And now that I think about it we better not give her the drug till then too,” said her doctor.
For a long time, she spent her days sleeping on that table, healing, unallowed to move much. She was fed well and bathed, but she was kept on the table at all times. Finally the time came that they could remove the stitches. Then her doctor took a very long, big needle. “This will allow the packet to begin disolving. The chemical will be dispersed steadily, and constantly. Movement will cause a short period of rapid disolving.” The trainee nodded as he plunged the needle into the bump above her crotch. Next he picked up a smaller syringe. “This is the milder form of the drug we gave 86.” He injected her. They undid her shackles and took her to her room. “You have no idea what’s coming,” her doctor said with an evil grin, “oh, and, everything should be in effect by lunch.” A strange tingling sensation was spreading into her around the packet, and it reminded her of the other chemicals they had used.
Then the drug began to take effect. Her opening dripped. She felt wild, violent, her skin felt hot as fire. She was rubbing her own breast before long, and her right hand trailed slowly down to her clit as she knelt on the floor. She sat on her hand, shoving her finger inside herself. She rocked and writhed and whimpered as she fingered herself and squeezed her breast. Suddenly, she hit an intense climax, and her juices soaked th floor. She moaned loudly.
“Having a good time I see.”
It was her doctor. He had been watching. She had lost track of time and he was here to take her to the cafeteria. She glared at him. She wanted to hurt him. Her skin began to burn. She stood up and began walking towards him.
He knew what to expect, and before she could plant her fist he had her shackled and bent over. “So you wanna play rough? I’ll show you rough.” He pulled out his cock and rubbe it around in her juices untill it was hard. Then he started teasing her opening with it, and she was soaked. A distinct sensation was really becomming apparent in her abdomen. He began to fuck her roughly. Without consideration for her comfort, he pounded into her. She came all over him. As he pounded into her she came again and again. “GET the FUCK OFF ME,” she shouted. It was the first time she had spoken since her arrival. He chuckled and kept ramming into her. She kept shouting and cursing at him as he led her through orgasms one after another. He finally came, and took the liberty of shoving his last stroke into her ass. He unloaded in there, and pulled away from her as he unshackled her. She glared at him and tried to swing a punch but he caught her fist. He dragged her struggling frame to the cafeteria and pushed her in, quickly closing the door before she could get out.
Usually she protected herself by laying low. But with this drug coursing through her veins, it was useless. She now felt a shattering burst of pleasure in her clit and abdomen with every movement.
She saw patient 86, who returned her glare. “What the fuck are you looking at!?” She shouted. Heads turned. 86 said nothing. She walked fiercely over to him and pushed him. His reaction was to full force shove her to the ground. This pissed her off. She bounced back up and lunged for him. He caught her and easily restrained her weak body, bending her over a bench. His body cupped around hers and she screamed and shouted as she felt his cock slip into her. He gave her a good hard fuck, and his come blasted into her as she came, still struggling and protesting, despite the fireworks erupting inside of her.  He dismounted and walked away. She shouted after him and was about to follow when she spotted patient 27 with his laid back smile and for some reason this pissed her off. She went for him and he had her on the floor in no time. Patient 12, recognizing her and curious about the noise had wandered over. He had an idea. He told 27 to sit on her chest and make her suck him while he fucked her. 27 agreed and shoved his cock into her mouth. She choked and felt her tongue feel around it hungrily as if it had a mind of its own. She traced the veins standing out on it with her tongue and sucked, before she realized what she was doing, and began to fight back. Patient 12 crouched on the ground and began ramming into her. He dove in and out as her come exploded out of her. She coarsely growled as she fought the sensation. Whatever was going on in her abdomen now was driving her crazy. She came all over 12s cock and before she realized what she was doing she was humping him back. He seemed to like this and was making satisfied sounds as he rammed into her. 27 emptied his load with a quiet moan into her mouth. She swallowed, unable to do much else. He got off her and 12 was now free to lay down on top of her. He bit her nipples and sucked on them as she fought back and came all over him against her will. The movement of her struggles only stimulated him more and he reached an incredible climax and soaked her with his seed.
She lay panting on the floor. As good as everything had felt, her body had taken quite a bit of abuse, and she was sore and ached. 
She stumbled over to a corner where she remained for the rest of lunch, shooting hateful stares at everyone that passed her.
When lunch ended, it was not her doctor who came to collect her, but another. He led her back to her room and shackled her and left. About twenty minutes later, her doctor showed up. “I heard you caused quite a bit of trouble at lunch,” he said, smiling. “Well, actually I watched. Saw everything on the camera. We can’t have that kind of behavior here, and I’d let you off with a warning, but something tells me that wouldn’t do any good. I’m afraid you’ll have to be punished.” With that, he left and returned with a large cart big enough to hold a human, equipped with shackles. He moved her with some struggle to it, and wheeled her out of the room and down the hall.
They reached a new room now, and in it, he pushed her cart against a wall and shackled it to some bars to prevent it from moving. The room was dimly lit.
Without warning, he smacked her full force across her face. The jolt made whatever chemical was in the packet disolve a little more, and pleasure erupted in her abdomen again. He hit her again, and again and again. He then reached off to the side and pressed a button on what appeared to be some sort of control panel. The whirling sound of machinery started up, and a black metal arm like the one he’d used on her when she first arrived came down from the darkness of the ceiling. On the end of it was a seven inch, thick dildo covered in little bumps. It started pounding into her. She yelped and almost instantly she came, her juices pouring out onto the cold metal table she lay on.
While this was happening, her doctor took a leather strap and whipped her left tit once, and she screamed in pain. It left a dark red streak. He whipped her again, a little harder this time. She screamed again, an tears streamed down her face.
He slapped her again, full force. A little blood tricked out of her nose.
The machine continued to ram into her. The table had a considerable pool of her fluids now.
He leaned over and planted a deep kiss on her mouth, and she whimpered. He grabbed her tits and squeezed hard, and she grit her teeth in pain.
He pressed a couple of buttons and the machine pulled away. He then unshackled her and flipped her over and re-cuffed her. She tried to fight, but she was weak.
He pressed a few buttons and the machine returned. A little pipe emerged from above the dildo and squirted a considerable amount of.lube onto her ass. Her doctor reached over and rubbed it, dipping his fingers in a bit, making sure she was well greased. He pressed a button and the machine began to fuck her as she screamed. She was in pain, but at the same time, having her abdomen (and thus the packet) press against the table made her come with the intensity of the sensation.
It kept fucking her ass and for a while all she felt from that was pain. But after a little bit she began to notice it was feeling kind of good. Before she could enjoy it much, though, he pressed a few buttons and it retreated.
He unshackled her, smacked her already sore ass once and carried her in his arms to her room. She was a mess. She was covered in her own come, and a little blood was smudged on here face where he had hit her. He laid her gently down on her table and more gently he shackled her. She made no resistance.
He sat at his desk and typed for about five minutes, and scribbled some things down on his clipboard. When he finished he unshackled her and carried her to the showers.
She lay panting. The drug had worn off and all she felt was the pleasure that the chemical stimulated. Besides that she was tired and disheartened. He turned on the warm water and brought over the long hose. He grabbed some soap and lathered her up, gently washing away the fluids. He used a wet washcloth to clean her face. She became drowsy, and his gentle washing was peaceful. In her current state, it wasn’t long before she was asleep. The idea of titty fucking her soaped up breasts crossed his mind, but he dismissed it. He dried her off and carried her sleeping body to her table, and shackled her, and left.
The next morning she woke very achey and sore. She was fed breakfast, and then her doctor came to give her news.
“We see fit that you should be allowed free-range of this floor. You are to stay on this floor only. We have cameras and someone is always watching. Should you leave this floor, you will be caught, restrained, and returned to your room. All potential weapons are locked up, so don’t even bother trying.” He smiled and turned to leave, but remembered something. “One more thing,” he added, “you are welcome in any room, any patients room you like. With the exception of new patients, whose doors require a key anyway, and are locked. There is one other girl on this floor, I believe. Why don’t you go find her?” With that he left. She sat there for a second, considering. There was one other girl. Was she like her? Was she as desperate for freedom? She wouldn’t be a new patient if she was allowed visitors, so maybe she was like 27 or something, and happy in her surroundings. She turned things over in her mind a bit more and decided to go find her. She walked down the halls, and when she passed a patients room she saw a lable by the door that told the number, gender, and age of the patient, including assorted information like blood type or medical conditions, etc. She walked a long time, taking random turns, and passed four males before she found a door with a lable next to it that said “PATIENT 34; FEMALE; AGE: 22”.
She looked at the lable for a while, and finally, seeing no reason not to, she opted to go in.
She stepped in a room almost identical to hers, except there were a few bins filled with what she assumed to be 34s belongings and the room was well lit. A young woman turned to see her. She was slender, with small but nicely shaped breasts, and had long dark hair and brown eyes. She grinned when she saw 92. “Well hey there. They told me about you. Actually I see you in the lunch room a lot. You’re the quiet one aren’t you?” 92, as if to answer the question, didn’t respond. 34 chuckled and walked over to her and took her by the arm. “Well come in, I was just messing around with some puzzles. They give you those to guage your intelligence and skills you know. And to see how it varies depending on your current state.” She led 92 in by the arm, and she saw that what 34 was currently fiddling with was a complex puzzle box. She became interested, and glancing at 34 she sat down on the floor and began working with it. 34 sat and watched as she undid hinges and slid plates and pulled levers with ease. But her eyes didn’t watch her hands. They watched her body. 92 was oblivious as 34s eyes hungrily traced her gentle curves, milky fair skin and long silky hair. The rested on her round, firm breasts. Her pink nipples were perfectly shaped, about an inch and a half in diameter. 34 stood and walked over to the bins and picked something out of them, but 92 didn’t see, absorbed in the puzzle and feeling slightly safer in the presence of another female. She was sadly mistaken.
Before she could react, 34 had tackled her and cuffed her to the leg of the table. She flailed and screamed and writhed, and a sad realization that she was safe with no one in this building.
34 stood looking down at her, smiling, proud of her work. She kneeled by her side and stroked her hair. “Shhh,” she said like all the others, “it’s okay. It won’t last too long. Just relax.” She leaned down and began to gently suck on her nipple. 92s breasts were still very sensitive and sore from the beating they took the night before, and this increased tenderness made the sucking feel all the more intense. She flicked her tongue around the nipple, sucking and licking and she massaged the other breast. She dragged over a pair of very heavy weights and shackled 92s feet to them, spreading apart her legs. She returned to her breasts and licked and sucked and then began to kiss her way down to 92s abdomen. She saw the tiny lump above her crotch. “Ohh, I heard about these…they’re new. I wonder how it feels when I do this?” She pressed her finger directly on the tiny rise in skin. 92 groaned. The sensation began to spread faster. Rather than massage her clit, 34 rubbed and pushed on the packet, watching, totally fascinated, as the helpless girls eyes bulged and her jaw dropped. Her opening became soaked, ready for the pounding it was going to receive. She lowered her head to the other girls crotch, and began to steadily lick up her juices as she kept massaging her abdomen.
Her eyes brightened with the glow of a sudden idea and she hopped up and ran to the bins. She returned with a wireless vibrator, and turned it on and pushed it onto the little bump below 92s abdomen. She began rubbing it in circles, and 92 let out a loud cry as an orgasm rocked her body and her vaginal muscles repeatedly contracted as juices poured out of her. This was what 34 was looking for, and she licked them up. She then got up and grabbed a strap on, arranged it on herself and returned to finger 92 a little while longer before she laid herself on the panting girl and readied herself at the opening. 92 opened her eyes, and 34 smiled at her. “Think you can take me?” she asked. “It has nothing to do with the strap on. I know what to do with it.” And with that she shoved it in and began fucking. Never once did she forget to keep massaging the packet. 92 wondered if it was even safe to force it to release that much of the chemical into her body in such a short period of time.
34 began to twist her hips, making circles and shaking her ass from side to side. 92 cried out as she reached orgasm after orgasm. Finally, 34 removed the strapon and gave it a lick before tossing it to the side.
She rammed her clit up against 92s, rocking her hips from side to side, massaging them both as she moaned and rubbed 92s breasts. She ran off again and returned with a long, flexible rubber two way, and inserted one end into herself and one into 92. With it fully shoved in both of them, she began to rotate her hips, massaging the girls clit with her own at the same time. She began thrusting as well, and she carried them both to an orgasm. They came simultaneously and their juices mixed as she rubbed herself against the other girl. She grabbed the vibrator and began using it on the packet as she fucked her, moaning and crying out in pleasure. They both came again once more, and panting, she hung her head and laid down on 92. After a few minutes of holding her close to her, their tits pushed together, she got up and let 92 go. She lay there staring at the ceiling for a moment, and then jumped up and bolted. 34 stood watching with her hands on her hips and laughed.
Later that night, when her doctor led her to her table and shackled her, he chuckled and said, “I saw the trouble you got into today. I was watching on the cameras.” 92 looked up at him with a ‘don’t talk about it’ expression. He understood and was about to turn to leave, smiling, when something caught his eye. “Woah,” he said, “what did she DO to you?” The raise in her skin was gone. 34 had forced all of the packet to disolve. It was completely gone.
He burst out laughing. She stared curiously as he caught his breath. “That packet,” he explained, “wasn’t supposed to be gone for another week and a half. How are you still alive? I would think you’d have orgasmed to death.” He found this hilarious and burst out laughing again. He glanced at her and winked. “Hopefully you won’t tire of me after all that,” he said jokingly. He turned and left, and exhausted, she fell asleep.

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Uncle Ash: Part 1 + Prologue

After not being wanted by either of her parents following their messy divorce, Lori has to move in with her uncle Ashton. It is not easy though as he is not used to raising children and would rather spend time with his girlfriend than his deadbeat sister’s offspring. If Lori wants to keep living with her uncle, she is going to have to be willing to do things for him that his girlfriend won’t.
If you are here to just read stories about sex, please skip to the section labeled end of prologue.

Uncle Ash: Part 2

It has been over a month since Ash first took Lori’s virginity and he has kept his promise not to assault her again. He instead has found himself a new girlfriend.

Dad can play, too. Pt 2

I woke up the next day with a plan already in my head. My little girl had been showing off her body to me for 2 years now. After what she did last night, I knew it was time to turn the tables.
By the time she got home, I was ready. We barely glanced at each other as she walked to her room. She came out in a bikini top and a short cotton skirt. As we settled ourselves on the couch, I was barely able to keep a straight face when I saw her eyes widen at what I was wearing. If she could do what she did yesterday without letting on, then now, it was my turn. I was wearing a special pair of boxers. They were black and were made from two different types of material. One was a see-through fabric, the kind really sexy nighties are made out of, the other was silk. The boxers were striped all around in alternating fabrics, which meant she could almost completely see my cock. I intentionally left them unbuttoned, thinking it might make things easier once we really got started.
The massage was different this time, I think she realized that there were certain consequences to what she’d been doing, and now she was unsure whether or not she wanted to go through with it. Too late. She didn’t let her head fall back like she normally did, she barely blinked. Her eyes were glued to my crotch. I smiled to myself as I wondered just how much of my hard cock she was able to see. She seemed a little tense but noticeably relaxed when I finished the massage of her left foot by sucking on each and every one of her toes, first all together, then individually. She couldn’t suppress a loud moan, or resist letting her head fall back. I used the oppurtunity to get a good look at her pussy. I was in for a bit of a shock. I’d been so busy being nonchalant, I hadn’t noticed what she’d been doing as she stared at my cock. With her head thrown back and her legs spread, I had a clear view of her pussy, and was suprised to find her right hand between her legs, slowly rubbing her clit. She hadn’t been tense, she had been busy.
As we switched feet, I decided to take our game up a notch. Glad I’d decided to leave my boxers unbottoned, I shifted my ass a little, making my cock come out of my fly instead of having it make a tent. I pretended to watch tv while I rubbed her right foot, and waited. I didn’t have to wait long. I heard her gasp as she finally opened her eyes again, expecting to see the tent she’d been mesmerized by and instead seeing my exposed cock. I continued with her foot rub as usual. At one point, I felt her tense up a little, and smiled. I knew she’d just given herself a small orgasm and was pleased she gotten off while staring at my cock. I finished rubbing her foot, and gave this one the same treatment I’d given her other foot. I then shifted myself so both my feet were on the floor, but instead of putting her feet down, I kept her right leg on my left and continued “watching” tv.
I started to rub her shin and the top of her foot with my left hand, as I casually let my right hand drop to my crotch. I stroked myself a little, the sounds of her wanton whimpering spurring me on. As a droplet of precum formed at my hole, I used my finger to rub it across my head, then continued stroking myself. It was at this moment that I realized, for all her teasing, exhibitionism and masturbation, just how innocent she truly was.
“Daddy?”
“What is it, honey?” I answered.
“Um…what was that?” she asked softly.
“What was what?” I asked her, truly confused.
“That stuff that came out of your cock.”
“Oh. Well, you know how your pussy gets wet when you’re excited? It’s sort of like that.” I replied.
To this day, I don’t know whether she really meant to ask her next question or if it just slipped out. “Does it taste as good as mine does?” she asked, then blushed furiously.
I answered by using her big toe to rub the head of my cock. I rubbed until I could clearly see the bottom of her toe was smothered in my precum, then lifted her foot and said, “You tell me.”
I’ll never forget that sight. The way she pulled her foot up to her mouth, how the movement caused her already engorged pussy lips to seem to bulge, the curious expression on her face as she looked at her wet toe, and smile that came to her face when she tasted me. I was disappointed when she didn’t put her leg back on mine, but pleasantly surprised by what she said next.
“Can I lay with my head in your lap, I-I’d like to look at you up close.” She smiled self-consciously.
“Only if I get to stroke your hair while you do it.” I smiled.
She quickly got up, rearranging herself with her head in my lap, inches from my cock. As she stared with wide eyes at my cock, I pulled the front of her skirt up with my left hand, and started to rub the small strip of pubic hair that she doesn’t shave. She quickly looked at my face.
“What are you doing, daddy?” She half moaned.
“I told you, you can stare at me all you want, as long as I get to stroke your hair.” I smiled down at her.
“Oh, ok,” she breathily whispered.
She continued to look at my cock, I continued to rub her. I got bolder and bolder. I was soon stroking her lips and experimentally sliding my index finger into her. I kept licking her wetness from my fingers, then stroking her cheek or forehead before going back between her legs. I was in for yet another surprise as I started to slide my finger deeper and deeper into her and met some resistance.
“You’re a–” I muttered.
She blushed as she said “I was kind of saving myself….for you”
She’d said those last two words so softly, I thought I’d imagined them. I kissed the first two fingers of my right hand and gently pressed them to her lips. My left hand continued to rub her, now concentrating on her clit, while I grabbed my cock with my right hand. She moved her head back to my knee so she could get a clear view of me stroking myself while I rubbed her clit. Whenever drops of precum would come out, I’d stop stroking, take the drop with my fingers and take it to her lips. She eagerly licked my fingers each time. I was getting really turned on, the feel of her pussy on my fingers and her eyes on my cock getting to be too much, so the next time a drop of precum formed, I tilted my cock towards her, she eagerly took the hint and used her tongue on my cock like she’d been doing on my fingers. I couldn’t help moaning, my left hand stroked her clit faster.
I stopped rubbing her and asked her to lay on her side facing my cock. Once she was in position, I once again continued to rub her pussy. I pointed my cock at her face, not saying a word. She eagerly licked the head again. I kept my cock pointed at her and it dawned on her what I wanted her to do. She took my cock in her hand, and tentatively leaned her head towards my cock. At first she only kissed it softly. Kissed all around the head, then down the shaft and back up. I stroked her faster and faster, I could feel her on the verge. She kept kissing my cock, my hand started working faster and faster between her legs. I reached over with my right hand and started playing with her nipples through her shirt. My hand between her leg was going as fast as it could, and she was so close. I squeezed one of her nipples between my fingers and felt her grip my cock so tightly it almost hurt. I looked down at her face, contorted in pleasure. She let out a scream. Her legs were clamped on my hand, my fingers still moving back and forth on her clit. The scream became a moan. My other hand was still on her nipple, not squeezing too tightly, gently squeezing. The moan faded to gasps. Her hand slowly relaxed it’s grip on my cock. I kept moving my fingers back and forth, slowing down until they were almost still, her legs would start to relax, then speeding up, eliciting gasps from my little girl, her thighs once again clamping down on my hand, again and again. Among her moans and gasps, I could tell she was trying to speak, but all that came out were unintelligible half muttered words. It wasn’t until she threw herself to the carpetted floor from the couch that I realized she was trying to ask me to stop because she couldn’t take, couldn’t come anymore.
She sat up on the floor, resting her head on my knee, a faraway look in her eyes, the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen, on her lips. She was still breathing heavily, still coming down from her orgasms.
She whispered, as she once again took my cock in her hand, “Give me 2 minutes, daddy. That was the hardest I’ve ever come, and the second hardest, and third and…” She trailed off.
I gently took her hand off my cock, and moved her so I could stand. I told her I’d be right back and came back with a glass of water for her. She smiled a thank you at me, then started to drink as I took off my boxers and once again sat in front of her. She drank as much as she wanted, then once again grasped my cock.
For all her ignorance about the actual act of sex, she seemed familiar with how to stroke a cock. She moved her hand up and down my length, then scooted forward, kissing my thighs. She kissed up my thighs until her cheek was pressed against my balls, her hand never stopping it’s up and down motion. She turned her head and started kissing my balls, gently sucking on them. She continued to stroke my cock and nibble on my balls, on stopping her oral ministrations when she’d notice precum leaking from my cock, then she’d lick the head, until it was impossible to determine my precum from her saliva. As she kept stroking, more and more precum came out, she stopped licking and kissing my balls, and started gently sucking the head. She started to move her head up and down on my cock, in perfect rhythm with her hand. Moving her head up until only my head was between her lips, taking a little bit more of me into her mouth on each downstroke. It wasn’t long before she started using her hand to fondle my balls, my cock disappearing into her mouth. It was too much, seeing my little girl in her too tight white t-shirt, her hands playing with my balls, my cock deep in her mouth. I tried to warn her, but I was too far gone to make any real words come out of my mouth. It seemed like she was expecting it, and she expertly swallowed my first shot of cum. I was completely rigid, my hands clenched into fists on the couch, I didn’t start to relax until I’d spurted at least 6 times into her willing mouth. If she’d been expecting the first two or three spurts, I’m pretty sure she hadn’t been expecting the next four or five. When I was finally able to open my eyes and look at her, I could see some cum seeping out of the left side of her mouth, she continued to suck my cock, moving her head back so that only the head of my cock was left in her mouth, then once again used her hand to milk me. She made sure there was no more cum to be had before she finally let my cock fall from her lips, then she used her finger to scoop back into her mouth the small amount that had escaped her lips. We’d been staring into each other’s eyes since the moment I was able to open mine again. Her gaze never faltered, not as she lifted my cock to her lips once again to give it a soft kiss, and not as she finally got up and sat in my lap.
“I love you, daddy.”
“I love you, too, sweetheart.”
Our heads came together in a passionate kiss. Our tongues touching and pushing against each other. Her hands grasped my hair, my hands encircled her body. We stayed on that couch, kissing and fondling each other for over half an hour until I finally stood up, with her still in my arms and we made our way to the bedroom.
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Slave nurses for sale

Lori Jorgenson, a 23-year-old RN, was the third in a line of nurses who had disappeared from their jobs in the last few days. She, like the other two before her, had been very pretty with long, gorgeous legs, slim waistlines, ample bosoms, and beautiful blonde hair with blue eyes. The method of their disappearance had been different in each case, but the clues in helping the authorities to solve the cases were almost non-existent.
Anna Johansen was an extremely attractive 22-year-old girl who was abducted from her Toyota Corolla while leaving her last shift of the night on Sunday. Greta Peterson, age 21, was taken as she left her home for work on Monday morning. Lori, third to disappear, was shopping for a new apartment, when she dropped out of sight Monday afternoon.
All 3 girls regained consciousness in a palatial mansion, completely nude, with restraints on wrists and ankles. They all came to know that video cameras had been secreted in their rooms giving a 24-hour record of their movements. None of them realized where they were, nor could they understand the motive of the one who chloroformed them, forced them into a black van, and obviously brought them to this beautiful house. Each case also lacked witnesses as well as the aforementioned motive. The girls only started to learn why they were taken and what might happen to them if they refused to cooperate with their captors.
The first things each of the captives noticed were the furnishings of her room. Every precaution had been made to prevent the captive from escaping, as well as hurting herself or one of the captors. As they were to discover, the house was one which had remained in the estate of a wealthy client who had left its disposal on the market to any of his three friends, all of whom were wealthy, single, handsome, well-educated, and wanted a woman who would joyfully do anything required of her. Of the 42 rooms in the house, including an 8-car coach house, each captor was restrained in a way that limited her access to her bedroom and bathroom during the day; gourmet meals were served 3 times a day with a choice of snacks after each meal. Exercise equipment was placed into each room.
Every night the girls were given the most recent, and the most expensive, eveningwear in which to join their captors at the evening meal. All three wore belts through which could be remotely passed several volts of electrical shock to prevent their escape from the situation in which they found themselves. None had attempted to escape yet, and they had no idea what to expect from the duration of their confinement. Since nudity was their dress during the day, they had somewhat expected sexual advances and even perversions from their captors.
The first day of their confinement began with a luxurious bubble bath, followed by a breakfast of fresh baked croissants, and a selection of berries—raspberries, blackberries, and strawberries, along with fresh-squeezed orange juice, and fresh coffee with cream and sugar on the side. For protein, the meal included a soft-boiled egg. Morning exercise consisted of a stretching flexibility regimen along with many other exercises for flexibility and fitness. All their exercises were done naked with every part of the body exposed to video recording. Oddly enough, each woman gradually developed a sense of wanting to present her natural beauty in the best possible way.
They all received daily medications given both orally and by way of injection. The oral medications were always dissolved in their food so that they would receive them unknowingly, but they were powerless to prevent the daily injections and had no idea what was in the serum they were receiving.
Nothing of a sexual nature had taken place with any of the women, but each woman was acquiring a more active sex drive as the days passed. All the girls were able to carry on conversations with each other at dinner time each day, and they quickly discovered that although working in the United States, they all had a Swedish heritage. Their conversation, though always monitored by their 3 captors, was candid and open. The captors appeared extremely cordial and willing to acquiesce to most of the captives’ wishes—the wish for freedom was not one of them. And as time went by, the medications and injections began to have their effect on the girls.
Chapter 2
The captive nurses came from various hospitals within a small area of highly populated cities. The captors—let us call them Michael, Charles, and William—had searched online profiles from Facebook, My Space, and dating websites. They had also used old-fashioned physical surveillance to secure their prey. Once chosen and taken into captivity, the nurses were removed by limousine to the above-mentioned mansion, which was placed in a remote area of northern California.
Anna had become comfortable with her current state of existence, and having been paired off with Michael, enjoyed his company every night at dinner. She grew to wish she had more contact with him, and it was soon to come. On the anniversary of her second week in captivity, Michael unexpectedly appeared to share breakfast with her. On that occasion he released her wrists and ankles from their restraints and removed her belt.
She did not know how to receive this sudden freedom except for an expression of gratitude which demonstrated itself with a hug and kiss for her captor. He relished her emotional expression and returned it with his own. Despite the last 2 weeks of imprisonment, Anna felt that Michael now owned her heart—as well as the rest of her—to do with as he wished.
Since Anna was already nude, it was a short trip for him to join her in that condition. Michael then picked up the naked nurse and walked her from the breakfast table to the bed. Lying next to her on the bed, Michael began to whisper endearments into Anna’s ear, and followed with light kisses on her ear and neck. He also began to gently stroke Anna’s generous bosom as she immediately began moaning in response. As she lay on her back to his left, he moved his left arm under her to begin tenderly squeezing her left breast as his mouth kissed and sucked the nipple of her right breast. Her right hand reached for his already swollen cock, while his right hand found the wet folds of her slick pussy.
She pumped his large penis as he stroked from her soaking vagina to her aroused and enlarged clitoris. They remained in this attitude of foreplay for several minutes with nothing but moans and sighs escaping their lips. At some point in the sexual encounter, things quickly moved to the next level. Anna cried out, “Michael, please fuck me darling! I want your large cock inside my wet pussy!” Michael responded quickly, moving between Anna’s long, beautiful thighs and penetrating her vagina with one quick thrust. This sudden sexual invasion brought a loud cry from Anna, “Oh yes, my darling! Fuck me, please, fuck me. I don’t want you to ever stop fucking me!” Michael’s muscular chest pressed against Anna’s large breasts with each stroke, and his mouth began smothering hers with kisses as their tongues entwined. Their first sexual encounter ended quickly as Anna came to a sudden orgasm which lasted several minutes and triggered a similar climax from Michael as he ejaculated a large amount of hot sperm inside her womb. After this first coupling, Michael stayed in bed with Anna and they both lapsed into a peaceful sleep, both naked (and exposed to all the hidden video cameras).
After a few hours of blissful sleep, Anna awakened to find Michael’s erect penis pushing against her thigh. She leaned down to take his member into her wet mouth and began sucking it until it was extremely hard. By this point Michael had also roused from sleep and found that Anna had prepared him for intercourse.
As he pushed his morning erection into her moist, ready vagina, Michael whispered, “You’re soakin’ wet, babe.”
Anna wrapped her long legs around Michael’s waist and he gripped the sides of her pelvis as he rammed his large penis into her over and over again. When he felt his penis was thoroughly ready, he gathered some of Anna’s sticky lubrication and rubbed it generously on her rosebud ass. He then pulled out of her vagina and drove his hardened penis into her anus. This was her first ever violation of that part of her body, but she soon realized the sensual emotions which were bringing her to the heights of another orgasm.
As she felt Michael’s member repeatedly slide into her ass, she cried, “Oh, Michael, oh my darling, oh precious, it feels so good…so good.”
Michael continued his anal assault as her moans grew in both frequency and volume. Michael had held his missionary position with Anna which made it easy for him to stroke her clitoris as he pounded her ass.
“You like that baby?”
“Yes, sweetie, just like that!” she said between moans. “Keep stroking my clit, darling, it’s wonderful.”
In a few minutes she was in the throes of her second orgasm of the day. Just minutes later, Michael filled her ass with another load of hot sperm. He then reattached her restraints and left her on the bed as he showered. He then left the room.
In Greta’s room, a similar scene was about to take place as Charles brought a late breakfast of blueberry pancakes with maple syrup, thin slices of smoked ham, and a citrus bowl on the side with a pot of steaming hot coffee, cream, and sugar. Greta was accustomed to an earlier breakfast, and the sight of these offerings made her mouth water. But first things first…she rolled over on her bed so that her ass was in a receptive mode for her daily injection. These shots never really hurt, either while they were being given or afterwards, but Greta wondered what was in them. She had absolutely no memory of her vicious objections to the shots at the beginning of her captivity. After 2 weeks, she had no clue that the injections were of a serum that contained designer drugs—drugs that heightened sexual drive and quickly hastened the effects of Stockholm syndrome. Oh well, she also wondered why there seemed to be such a large breakfast this morning, but then she saw that Charles was staying to eat with her. In similar fashion as the other couple, Charles removed Greta’s restraints, and bade her join him at the breakfast table. While only a year or two younger than the other girls, Greta maintained a little girl’s excitement with novel things—an attitude which Charles understood and was going to exploit.
“Today, Greta, I would like for you to call me ‘Daddy.’ Is that quite all right? ” “Yes, I think that would be fun.”
“Would you like for me to serve your plate and pour your coffee, Greta?”
“Yes, Daddy, thank you for this nice breakfast. I love blueberry pancakes!”
“We must eat quickly, Greta, for I have a game for us after breakfast.”
“Oh, Daddy, could you tell me now? I’m so excited to be able to play with you.”
“Let’s hurry and eat, and then I’ll explain the game completely.”
“Okay, Daddy. Oh, my goodness, the pancakes are delicious…so is the ham, and the coffee.”
Greta and Charles quickly finished their meal, and then Charles sat Greta on her bed as he began to explain the game.
Chapter 4
“Greta, you enjoy parties don’t you?”
“Yes, daddy. I like them very much!”
“Well, this party we’ll be fun for you, me, and a few of daddy’s friends.”
“What will we do at this party, daddy?”
“The first thing we will do is work off some of the calories which were contained in our big breakfast…is that okay with you?”
“Sure, Daddy.”
“Greta, I want you to pretend that I’m your daddy who has just returned from war. You’re very happy to see me, and you want to meet all my sexual needs like a wife, since my wife has died and you are my only daughter. Do you understand?”
“Oh, daddy, that sounds so very romantic! I’d love to do it!”
Charles told Greta just to follow his lead in everything, and not to worry if she messed up since this was just a pretend play. At this point he walked out the door, stayed for a few seconds, and then walked in. Greta was still naked, and she acted as if she were about to take a shower when her daddy’s return took her by surprise. She ran to his open arms, threw her arms around his neck, and smothered him with “welcome home” kisses on the mouth. Charles picked her up and swung her around the room, finally dropping her on the bed. He quickly undressed and then dove between her legs, licking her delicious cunt and sucking her aroused clitoris.
Greta spoke almost breathlessly, “Daddy, I’ve missed you so much! Please don’t be upset with me, but I just must taste your big penis and make it hard. I want you inside me, too. Is that okay, daddy?”
The shot had taken effect, and she struggled to find his growing penis. Sensing her need, however, he held her off and brought her to a quick orgasm, pushing one finger up her ass as he licked, sucked, and gently chewed her clitoris. When her thrashing about had settled down, she reached for his penis and held it along with his balls in gentle hands as she licked and sucked the big knob and then slid his manhood completely into her mouth. She sucked it in and out as she licked the large vein on the underside of his penis. In a few minutes he was spraying several globs of white-hot sperm into her mouth, and she was swallowing it all. When the ejaculations had ended, Greta licked her daddy clean of all his sperm.
“That was delicious, daddy! I want to do it some more!” she said, and she continued sucking him into a new erection.
After a few minutes, Charles pulled his penis from Greta’s mouth and used his new found hardness to penetrate his “daughter’s” wet pussy and fuck her to another mind-bending orgasm before he once more filled her hot depths with his spunk.
Lying in their afterglow, Charles said, “Honey, you’ve done very well in this game so far, and you’re very close to winning. Would you like to continue?”
“Oh, yes, daddy! I love this game! Let’s play it all day long!”
Chapter 5
Charles and his two kidnapping friends had hired 3 illegal Mexican immigrants, all with large genital packages, had given them $100.00 each for the day, and had transported them from the place of hiring to the remote captivity location. The immigrants were kept in the back of a closed van and could not view the route taken from one site to the other. Now they found themselves in a wonderful house with fabulous furnishings, and were immediately treated to a sumptuous feast before they began their “work” for the day.
“Greta, dear, I know you’ll love the second part of this game!” “Daddy has brought one of his best army buddies home, and I’d like for you to be especially nice to him just as you were to your daddy. Do you promise me that you’ll do your best to make my friend happy?”
“Of course, daddy,” Greta laughingly said, taking great delight in this new game. “You know I’d do anything to please you.”
Greta couldn’t believe how easily she had acquiesced to the demands that Charles had required of her. In two short weeks she had become a slave, and she never sensed the transformation.
William had briefed the three temporary employees as to their roles in the little game which Charles was playing with Greta. When the first of the three entered Greta’s room, however, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. The most beautiful woman he had ever encountered, naked, and waiting to give him the fucking of a lifetime.
“Greta, honey, I would like for you to meet one of my best army buddies. You should call him Uncle Pedro.”
“Uncle Pedro! My daddy speaks very highly of you, and he’d like for me to entertain you while you’re here.”
“Greta, you’ve become a beautiful young lady since the last time I saw you.”
“And you’re more handsome than ever, Uncle,” said the playful Greta.
“Greta, I have some work to do, so I’ll leave you with Uncle Pedro for awhile. I’ll be back before too long, okay?”
“Okay, daddy.”
And with those parting words, Charles left the room.
“Wow, sweetie!” said Pedro. When Charles and I were dodging bullets in Iraq, he talked about you all the time. But nothing could prepare me for how beautiful you’ve become!”
“That is so sweet, Uncle Pedro. Are you tired? If you are, we can lie down for awhile.”
“I’d like that very much, Greta. Do you mind if I give you a kiss?”
“Of course not. Where are my manners?”
Greta stepped toward Pedro and found herself lifted by her naked bottom from the floor as Pedro enveloped her tight young body and carried her to the bed. In just a moment, he was kissing, licking, and sucking her delicious young pussy.
Chapter 4
Pedro’s hands were squeezing Greta’s large breasts as his tongue worked its magic on her clitoris. With the cry of a woman reaching a huge climax, Greta came within a few minutes. Pedro licked her abundant pussy juices like a man who has wandered upon an oasis in the desert. Having divested himself of his clothing, and without giving the poor girl a rest, he rolled her over
and entered her young vagina from behind.
“Yes, Uncle, please fuck my young pussy. I’ve always wanted to have you inside me. Ugh! Ugh! This feels great!”
He pounded her with his large penis until she had experienced another orgasm, then he ejaculated his sperm into her young fertile womb.
“Oh, Uncle Pedro, I’ve never been given so much pleasure, and I’ve never seen a penis as large as yours.”
Having gotten his own needs met, and being completely spent, Pedro excused himself with just a few words. “Honey, I gotta’ leave now. I’ve got an important meeting with your daddy.”
“Okay, Uncle Pedro. I wish you could stay longer but I understand. Please come back and see me again.”
Pedro, still not quite believing his amazing good fortune, dressed quickly and left Greta lying naked on the bed.
After about half an hour Charles re-entered Greta’s room. He had given her plenty of time to take a shower, dry herself, and put on the scrumptious scent that she always wore. “Greta, did you enjoy having Uncle Pedro here?”
“Oh, yes daddy…very much. He was wonderful!”
“Well, sweetie, the game is about over, and you’re doing very well. I believe you’re going to win!”
“Let me introduce you to Uncle Jaime, and Uncle Juan. They’re here for a short visit, and I need for you to entertain them the way you did Uncle Pedro.”
“Wow! I’ll be happy to! Uncle Jaime and Uncle Juan, would you like to come to bed with me?”
Jaime and Juan immediately removed their clothing and climbed into Greta’s bed. She reached out for their deflated penises and started to give one of them a blowjob as she gave the other a hand job. The two uncles began to suck Greta’s large breasts as one of them finger-fucked her wet pussy. Jaime was the first to roll over on his back and pull Greta on to his hard cock.
“Oh, Uncle Jaime, your cock is stretching my little pussy. It feels great!”
“Si, sobrinita (yes, little niece),” and your pussy is so smooth around my cock! I love it!”
Juan waited for a while as Jaime drove his penis into Greta’s pussy. When Greta’s juices began to flow from her soaking wet cunt, Juan gathered them and applied them generously to her asshole. He also spit on her anus and his cock and then pushed his manhood into her ass. Greta gave several grunts as she felt the pain of this double penetration, but she did not deny either uncle of their chosen fuck holes.
“Uncle Juan, I can’t believe how painful your cock was to begin with, but how great it feels now!”
“Yes, sweetheart, and I love your tight ass, too!”
After several minutes of hard fucking, both uncles emptied their balls into Greta. They both kept their manhood inside Greta’s holes until their cocks became deflated. At that point, Greta licked their penises clean and lay down between them. Each man then rolled toward Greta and continued sucking her fabulous breasts.
Both men dressed and left Greta’s room and Charles re-entered. “I suppose you’re too tired to fuck your daddy.”
“Absolutely not, daddy! How would you like it, pussy or ass?”
“Down girl! You and I’ll have plenty of time together. Now is time for your nap before we meet for dinner, okay.”
“Daddy! You know I would do anything you ask of me. You own me now. I’m at your complete disposal. I just wondered if I had won the game and what my reward would be.”
“I’ll let you know that at dinner, so that you can share your happiness with Anna and Lori.”
“Okay, daddy!” She said as she drifted quickly off to sleep.
Chapter 5
Due to the arrangements of the girls’ rooms, and the HVAC ducts which supplied heating and air conditioning to the rooms, Lori new that something special was going to happen today. So when William entered her room, she had already assumed the position for her daily injection. Once the injection was given, she seemed almost immediately in a positive, talkative mood.
“Is this party day for us today, master?” Oddly enough, Lori had begun using this means of addressing William on her own, and he liked it.
“Don’t you think every day is a party day, Lori?”
“Of course, but with all the hustling and bustling, I just thought today was going to be even more fun than it usually is.”
“Do you think it’s fun being held captive by 3 men at least 20 years your senior?”
“Being able to walk around naked is fun, being able to display ourselves to the hidden cameras is fun, being able to dress up in a new nightgown every night is fun. And having sex with you is always fun, master. Am I going to enjoy that tonight?”
William knew that the drugs he had given the girls were all identical dosages, but they had worked more quickly on Lori from the beginning, and now she seemed to be utterly committed to him.
“Check your closet, Lori. And don’t forget to examine the box on the shelf above. You have exactly two hours from right now to put on your pre-selected dress, along with all its accessories, fix your hair exactly the way you want it…and do your makeup so that it matches the entire ensemble. Tonight you and I will be joining the others in the main ballroom for drinks, dancing, and a special dinner.”
“Oh, master, Oh, master”…Lori was left somewhat speechless by William’s description of everything. She ran and hugged him with her large breasts pushing against his chest as she put both arms around his neck in an erotic hug that she was not soon to relinquish.
At this point, William had to forcefully remove her loving arms from his neck, and said, “Okay, I guess I have time to fuck you once, but then no more fooling around…you need to be ready by 7pm.”
“Oh, thank you, master. I’ll do my best to please you!”
The fact that Lori was already naked made getting ready for sex a good bit easier than it might have been. William quickly removed his clothes and climbed into bed with his beautiful blonde slave, moving his mouth to service her nipples as he moved his fingers to gently service her clit.
After a while in that position, she climbed over him to take his penis into her mouth and he was presented with her vagina to kiss, lick, suck, and nibble gently on her labia and clitoris. He was rewarded with muffled moaning as she continued her fellatio. He also inserted a finger into her pussy and immediately found her g-spot, which he attended with the proper amount of attention to bring her to an extremely quick orgasm.
After her joyful cries and trembling had ended, he rolled her over on her back and watched as her natural breasts rolled off to either side of her chest. He mounted her and penetrated her womanhood in one sudden movement, and then he began a slow, in-and-out repetitive motion that had produced the muffled moans earlier. These moans, however, were not muffled…they began with a barely audible sound, and they gradually increased in volume, as did the words she began to utter.
“Oh my God, sweet master, please fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Oh, I love to feel your big cock in my tight little cunt! Yes, master, right there! Yes, yes, yes, Oh God, I’m going to come!”
She screamed in a body-wracking climax just as William erupted in a huge ejaculation which filled the young girl’s womb. He rolled over to her side, and she immediately placed her blonde head on his shoulder and her large breasts up against his arm. Several minutes went by as they both enjoyed their afterglow. To Lori it was as if they were a newly married couple on their honeymoon, but she and the other girls were soon to find out that this blissful existence was not to have the least resemblance to a honeymoon.
Chapter 6
William had left her room, and Lori was exploring her closet to find just the right dress for what she thought was going to be a wonderful fun-filled night of dinner and dancing. She was completely awestruck at the diamond, ruby, and sapphire jewelry that she found in the box on the shelf above the dresses. At the same time, Anna and Gena were also joyfully getting ready for the same festivities. What none of them found in their closets were either bras or panties. They all contented themselves, however, with beautiful matching shoes. Each girl took special pains with her make-up so that she got the best natural look possible. Meanwhile a selected group of individuals, each of whom had cheerfully paid their usual $50,000 entry fee for the night, had gathered in the ballroom. These men and women all belonged to an elite club of very wealthy people who had particular sexual appetites. Those appetites included fulfilling sexual fetishes with tall, blonde, big-breasted, Swedish girls. The girls had been anticipating a special dinner for the night, but little did they know that they were the special dinner.
The list of attendees at this gathering included Philip, an internet billionaire; Donald, owner of a fleet of cargo ships; Elizabeth, heiress to a pharmaceutical fortune; Terrence, real estate mogul; Faisal, an international banker; Kristina, member of a royal family; Xavier, leader of a large drug cartel; Chloe, owner of a large Australian diamond mine; and Naoki, a Japanese industrialist.
Each girl was now completely dressed, ready, and waiting with eagerness in her room when her respective captor entered, holding a hypodermic needle and a glass of water. Each was told to swallow a single pill and then assume her position for her second injection of the day. None of the girls questioned her master’s purpose in these extra preparations; all of them trusted their masters implicitly—and in just 2 weeks.
The girls were then assembled in a much larger bedroom and were given these instructions: “Tonight you will meet a very special group of people. They all will make certain demands of you, and you will meet those demands cheerfully and without any hesitation or questioning. Do you understand?”
And each of the girls responded, “Yes, sir,” except for Lori, who answered, “Yes, master.” All of the girls, however, were wearing radiant smiles on their beautiful faces.
Moments later the girls entered the main ballroom and were introduced to the guests by their captors. The names of the guests, however, were not given to the girls. One of the guests, Donald, raised his arm in a gesture toward the girls as he spoke to the women in his group.
“Ladies first!”
Elizabeth, Kristina, and Chloe were unlike the girls as well as unlike each other; but they all shared a common attribute—large bosoms. All three of the guests enjoyed the same fetishes with women. They liked to suckle breasts at the same time theirs were being suckled. They also enjoyed mutual cunnilingus and French kissing. And they shared the desire to be choked as they climaxed. All these instructions were given to the girls and they quickly warmed to their tasks.
The men in the group sat in a large circle and sipped their drinks as they prepared to view the female entertainment.
Anna moved to Elizabeth as Gena paired off with Kristina and Lori with Chloe. The girls began to remove their guests’ clothing and immediately discovered that the women wore no more than they did. The ladies responded by stripping the girls of their dresses.
The nude women then began to explore each other’s naked bodies. Lori found Chloe’s breasts to have dark, wide aureoles and thick nipples. Anna saw that Elizabeth’s pussy was shaved bare the same as her own. Gena squeezed Kristina’s large breasts as she engaged her mouth with a deep kiss and sucked on Kristina’s delicious tongue.
The girls and their bosomy guests rushed into sexual concert as if they might never have another chance. The men who sat observing found it hard to believe that these beautiful young women had become such willing sex slaves in only a 2-week time period. All three couples engaged heartily in the various fetishes of each lady guest, and the room was filled with the sounds of moaning and loud orgasms. After each of the guests had sampled the sexual offerings of each girl, the young slaves were given a short rest period before tending to their male counterparts.
When the rest time had expired, Lori was quickly teamed up with Donald and Naoki, both of whom had already divested themselves of their clothing and had been waiting for their turn with the girls. Greta was entertaining a naked Philip and an equally naked Terrence, whereas Anna was servicing Xavier and Faisal.
At this point in the proceedings, all three girls were covered with aromatic oil as their erogenous zones became lubricated for the festivities to follow. The men of each threesome seemed to enjoy sucking their captive’s nipples, biting them and twisting and pulling them as the girls all cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. From the breasts, the men moved seamlessly to a fellatio-coitus combination in which each girl received an explosion of sperm in her mouth and pussy.
The men changed positions and each girl then bore the responsibility of sucking the male pair of her new threesome to a renewed erection. Then each girl was treated to a double penetration, which brought each member of each threesome to orgasm. At that point the girls found their pussies again filled with more sperm while their asses got their first filling.
Finally, the last change of threesome members took place, and the fisting began. If each of the girls had found it difficult to accept a large penis in her pussy at the same time another one was pumping her ass, this last test would be the acid test for the night’s final event—the auction.
Greta and Anna, having had more experience sexually, were each able to accept one fist in the pussy and another in the ass. Lori cried out in such terrible pain from the exercise of this particular fetish that she was unable to continue. She wept inconsolably, however, not because of the extreme pain in her genitals; she was disappointed that she had failed her master.
Lori moved to William as quickly as her damaged body would allow and threw her arms around him in a desperate hug that begged forgiveness for her inability to please his guests.
“I’m so sorry master…so sorry…please master…please forgive me. Please let me have another chance to win the game. I’m so very, very sorry.” Her utterances were racked with violent sobs that made understanding them extremely difficult.
William lifted Lori into his arms as if she were a feather. “Lori dear, don’t worry. You haven’t failed me. You actually won the game!” Now it’s time to see how much money you actually brought me.
Lori’s tears quickly dried up and a big smile came over her angelic face. “Do you really mean it, master? Did I really win?”
“Yes, sweetie. Our guests all desired to have the girl with the tightest vagina and anus. That just happened to be you. And now you three will be auctioned off to the highest bidder.”
The girls were all circulated to the guests for some final fucking, sucking, and whatever the guests had in mind to do to their beautiful booty. The hosts were extremely excited with the fine reception the nurses had gotten from their prospective buyers. The girls at this time did not know that they would soon become the exclusive property of one of the guests, and that they would most likely be divided so that they would not only miss seeing any loved ones back home, but would miss the company of the other nurses.
And so the auction began. Faisal had fancied Greta from the very beginning. He was determined to add her to his harem and so he took possession of Greta for the mere sum of $775,000 after only 5 bids. Anna had been the source of Chloe’s multi-orgasms that night, something Chloe had never experienced in her life. Chloe actually felt that Anna might become her life partner. And so as the auction continued Anna went to Chloe for $940,000 on the 8th bid. But the bidding lasted several minutes for Lori, who had impressed every man in the group. The bidding actually started at $1 million by Donald and was quickly raised half a million by Terrence. Xavier placed a bid of $2 million and was outbid immediately by Phillip at $2.5 million.
At this point Naoki made an offer of $3 million, and the auction began to slow down. One host would increase the amount a few thousand dollars and another would counter with a few thousand more. Several minutes was spent with bids being increased in small amounts until Lori was finally auctioned to Naoki for $4.25 million. His bid was several hundred thousands of dollars higher than the previous bid, and with his bid all bidding came to an end. As soon as the auction had ceased, the new masters took possession of their slaves, saw that they were dressed in the most beautiful attire suitable to the region in which they would be living, and removed them to their various modes of transportation—mostly personal custom jets. The slaves had performed to the perfect delight of their former masters. The night had gone far beyond the expectations of the captors. The final pill each had taken along with their final injection had finished the transformation from nurse to sexual slave. The three girls would find their new identity with their buyers as the best possible thing that could have ever happened to them. Now the captors bore the new responsibility of securing another trio of beautiful girls for their next adventure in human trafficking.

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Suffering From Sanity Ch 2

When you are crazy, you go to a psych ward. You’re locked away and you become something that is no longer human. You are a specimen of sorts, and doctors study you and run tests on you, and inject you with numerous chemicals. But what happens when your crazy with sanity? What happens when it’s reality you suffer from, and the crimes you committed were in bouts of sanity? What happens when reality is so real, it drives you to insanity?

The physiotherapist

When I’d visited my sister on the east coast, some couple of years ago, she’d told me of a scandal which had filled the newspapers at the time. It was the case of a man, a builder by trade, who had been posing as a physiotherapist, and had been molesting women.
I remembered it quite clearly. My sister had related all of the juicy details. The man had simply rented a small office, put an add in the local newspaper, and been very selective in the “clients” that he chose, telling others that he worked at the hospital and only did consulting after hours, and that he was simply too busy to see them.
At the time, my sister and I had searched out an old newspaper, and had found his advertisement:
Dr Radinov, Professional Physiotherapist ……. after hours appointments only. Phone XXXX XXXX
Now I couldn’t believe my eyes as I looked at the almost exact advertisement in our own local paper.
My sister had told me at the time, that the pervert had simply disappeared, and that the police had no idea where he was. Had he come way over here to the west coast? I supposed that it was certainly far enough away, and it was a good two years ago since he’d tried his perverted deception.
The idea tempted me. Dare I do it? I suppose that it would be exciting just to phone; I wouldn’t go if I thought it risky.
I picked up the phone and was almost trembling with sexual excitement as I dialled the number.
Brrr, Brrr, the phone rang.
There was a short delay, then a male voice answered: “Dr Radinov speaking.”
I trembled and thought of hanging up, but then spoke up: “Hello, I wonder if it would be possible to make an appointment.”
“Hmm, I’m extremely busy,” the voice replied, “I work at the hospital during the day, and only treat patients in the evening.
It had to be him, I thought. He hasn’t even changed his story one bit.
“Can I just take a few details,” the voice continued, “let’s see …. female,” he said as if checking off a list. “Age?” he asked.
“Eighteen,” I answered.
“Not married I suppose?” he asked with a chuckle.
“No.”
“No of course not at your age, ….. er, ….plenty of boy friends though I suppose?” he tentatively added.
“Well, no actually.”
“What, not even one,” the man’s voice asked.
“No,” I again answered, trying to sound a bit sad.
“Well, that’s getting away from the issue, isn’t it,” he laughed. “What problem do you have?”
He caught me off guard, because strange though it may seem, I hadn’t actually thought of what to say was wrong with me.
“A sore leg,” I answered, saying the first thing that came to mind.
“What area of the leg?” the man’s voice asked.
“My thigh,” I answered, beginning to feel sexy, then added, “more up into the groin.”
My hand slipped up under my skirt. I slid a finger into my now slippery pussy.
“Have you had anyone massage it for you …… your mother, sister …. a friend?” the man enquired in what I thought an odd voice.
“No, I have no one who I could call on to help,” I answered, trying once more to sound sad.
You don’t live at home with parents?” the man’s voice questioned, almost sounding excited.
“I’m a student. I rent a small room,” I answered, then added, “I have no family.”
“Well I think that I could just squeeze you in,” the man said, sounding pleased. “Er … I don’t suppose that you could come now? I have a cancellation,” he told me.
I asked where his consulting rooms were, and on being told, I said that I could be there in half an hour’s time.
Hanging up, I laughed to mysefl – what questions to ask just to treat a sore leg – parents, friends, age, where I live – he was certainly choosing his victim carefully.
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I hurriedly put on my sexiest underwear, consisting of a pair of white lace pants that were only little more than G-string size; a pretty little half cup bra, though I supposed that he wouldn’t get to see that; and a white, cotton top which clung quite suggestively to my small breasts. To complete my outfit, I wore a shortish, slightly flaired skirt, with heeled sandals, of which I’d been told looked sexy.
Getting off the tram at the location that I’d been directed to, I found the well lit building on the corner. In the lobby I perused the office directory, and saw a small, printed sign, simply with the words: Dr Radinov.
Almost trembling with excitement, I alighted from the lift at the sixth floor, and was confronted by a door with the same small, printed sign: Dr Radinov.
I knocked and pushed the door to go in, but found that it seemed to be locked.
It wasn’t until then that I wondered how safe this was, but the door opened, and a middle aged man, short and stocky, and somehow looking nothing like a health professional, though wearing a white coat, stood holding the door open. “Come in Yvonne,” he said in a friendly enough tone.
I stepped into what was a quite tiny room, the furnishings of which consisted of a desk with a few medical books prominently displayed, a chair, a narrow, white sheeted examination bed such are as found in doctor’s rooms, and other than that, a couple of physio charts hanging on the walls.
The “doctor” offered me a chair, then sat himself behind the desk.
For a moment he seemed at a loss as to how to approach the situation, but then he half asked, half stated, “you live by yourself, you mentioned?”
“Yes,” I said, intent on making him know that I wouldn’t be telling anyone about this little exploit, “I just rent a room, and have no really close friends that I confide in.”
“Well yes, that’s fine, there’s plenty of people who keep to themselves,” he said, standing up and obviously relaxing somewhat.
He asked about my sore leg, so I spun a story.
“Let’s have a look,” he said, beckoning me to stand up.
He then squatted down, taking my calf in both hands, and slowly moving his hands upwards, pretending to be feeling my leg structure.
In the hands of a real doctor, this wouldn’t have had the least sexual significance, but in the hands of this pervert, I was filled with sexual excitement, not that I expected it to go past the touching and looking stage.
At first he seemed uncertain just how far to feel me, being happy to fondle from my calf to half way up my thigh, but then he eventually gained confidence and holding my thigh with both of his hands spread around it, he pretended to be intent on feeling the muscles and tendons as he moved his hands around, squeezing lightly, and gradually moving further up my thigh, an inch at a time.
After some minutes he was squeezing and feeling my thigh right up towards the top, and I could just feel his wrist slightly brushing against the mound of my pussy.
The hem of my short skirt had simply lifted with his hands as he had moved upwards.
“Hmm,” he said, pretending to be deeply absorbed, “I can feel some tightness there – is it tender?
“Um,…. perhaps just a little,” I answered softly, trying to control my voice and not sound excited.
The “doctor” now stood up from his squatting position before me. “I’ll just check your spine,” he told me, “quite often pain radiates to different parts of the body, and where you feel the pain is not necessarily where the problem is.”
He got me to lie face down on the examination bed, and he then, pulling my top up just a little from the waist, began lightly, with a hand either side of my spine, feeling and massaging.
“Can you just pull your top up a bit,” he asked after a minute, “I don’t want to stretch it.”
I lifted myself slightly on one arm, and pulled my top up above my bra to around my armpits, then sunk back down onto the bed.
Continuing up my back and reaching my bra strap, he then said, in what I thought sounded a slightly husky tone of voice, “can you just undo your bra strap for me.”
I reached back and unclipped the two hooks. He continued caressing, up and down my back, from the back of my neck, right down to the waistband of my skirt.
Again his slightly husky voice came: “would you undo your skirt please.”
Oh God! I felt so very sexy. I quickly undid the hooks and small zipper at the side.
I felt his hands moving down onto my waist and lower. I thought of how this man, posing as a doctor, was really just a builder feeling and touching me – a perverted deviant, a lecherous creep.
I hardly knew what I was saying, but I heard myself saying that “I should have taken my skirt off, that it will be getting all creased.”
“Yes,” the pervert “doctor” agreed almost too readily, “it probably would be best.”
I half knelt up on the narrow bed. My small top was still scrunched up around my armpits, and my bra still being undone, hung loosely from the shoulder straps, and I could feel that my breasts were half exposed .
I could feel my face flushing profusely, and kept my gaze down, but knew the the “doctor” would be having a good look at my naked breasts.
Pulling my skirt down over my legs, I slipped it off over my feet, and tossed it towards the nearby chair, having no idea whether it landed there of not, so quickly did I lay back down to hide my extreme embarrassment.
It was indeed extreme embarrassment, but it was also extreme lustful excitement.
I knew that I must be such a sight, laying there face down, with only those tiniest of panties that only covered the crack of my buttocks and nothing more.
“I’ll just give you a good all-over massage, and that might take the soreness away in your leg,” I heard the “doctor” telling me.
I felt him pulling my top off over my head and shoulders. “I don’t want to get oil on this,” I heard him saying by way of excuse. Then it was my bra being slipped off over my arms.
Oh God! I wished that he would pull my pants off as well.
I lay there, my heart pounding. His large, now oily hands gliding all over my back.
My pussy was so wet that I wondered whether I might leave a wet patch on the sheets.
His hands now slid right down onto my buttocks, slithering over me, then with a hand spread on each cheek, he pressed and massaged, before then sliding his hands down over the backs of my thighs.
I lay there, face down, almost panting with lustful feelings. On and on it went with him fondling and massaging every inch of the back of my body. Oh how I longed to roll over and give myself to him to do what he wished with me. But oh, I dare not do that.
I would have kept laying there, loving what was happening to me, but eventually he said, in a somewhat odd tone, that I had best get dressed.
I sat up and swung my legs off the bed and stood up, letting him see my nakedness.
I dressed myself, keeping my gaze downcast in embarrassment.
When I was fully dressed, the “doctor” told me that there wouldn’t be any charge, that he really only handled the few patients of an evening, as a free service to students and such like myself. He asked me not to mention it to my friends, as otherwise he would be flooded with people wanting free treatment.
I assured him that I wouldn’t tell anyone.
“Would you like to come again tomorrow?” he asked almost eagerly, “I’m sure that it would help get rid of that soreness in the legs.”
“Yes, if you would,” I answered, probably sounding equally as eager.
“I can fit you in tomorrow night at the same time,” he told me.
I glanced at the clock on the wall of the foyer as I was leaving. I’d been there well over an hour.
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The next night I wore different, but similar, clothes. I was there right on the stroke of eight o’clock.
“Come in Yvonne,” the doctor greeted me in a completely relaxed manner, in contrast to his tentativeness of the night before.
“How are your legs after the massage?” he enquired.
I told him that the treatment had done me lots of good.
“We’ll continue the same treatment,” he said eagerly, “undress and hop up onto the bed.”
I undid the few top buttons of my light blouse, and pulled it up over my head. I then reached behind my back and, deftly unclipping my bra, unashamedly took it off so that my breasts were exposed to the “doctor’s” gaze. I then slipped my shoes off, and slid my skirt down over my legs, then stepped out of it.
I stood there naked all but for a little pair of semi-transparent pants, through which I knew that the rest of my body would be able to be vaguely seen.
After climbing up onto the bed, and once more laying face down, the lecherous “doctor” wasted no time in going to work with oil and massaging hands.
On and on, all over my back, my buttocks, and my legs, did he massage and fondle.
Perhaps he had planned it out, or perhaps it was just a spontaneous thing, but one way or the other, after some time, he told me to roll over onto my back, so that he could do the front of my thighs.
I was thrilled at the suggestion. My heart was pounding with excitement as I rolled over.
The “doctor” stood down near my feet, and used both hands to firmly massage my thighs, while the whole time looking gloatingly at my naked body.
I closed my eyes and relaxed.
Each leg he did for some time, then I felt his hands on the insides of my knees, just putting a little pressure to spread my legs slightly. I didn’t resist.
Now the massaging was with a hand on each thigh, with his fingers slipping through the copious amount of oil, right down the insides of my thighs.
“Should I massage your groin to get rid of that tenderness there?” I heard him softly asking almost in a whisper.
I answered with the single word “yes.”
He was pulling my pants down.
I was naked.
He spread my legs a little more. I knew that my pussy would be gaping open and that he would be looking lustfully at it.
His hands now slithered between my legs, his thumbs sliding across my groin, his hands pressing against my vulva. I was panting lustfully.
“Is that good?” his voice reached me.
“Mmmm, lovely,” I sighed.
All pretence was now gone. His fingers slithered through my wet, slippery pussy, then began exploring inside me. I lifted my legs, bending my knees and spreading my thighs wide open.
His mouth pushed against my pussy, and I felt his tongue lapping at my juices.
He stopped and I opened my eyes.
He was stripping naked. I saw his beautiful, large, hard cock sway out in front of him. “Do you suck?” he asked bluntly. I answered by slipping off the bed and squatting before him, taking his gorgeous cock deeply into my mouth.
He groaned and took my head in his hands, and began to slowly fuck my mouth.
“You suck like a slut,” he moaned in a rough voice. I showed that this was true by taking him right to the back of my throat.
He was moaning and groaning lustfully.
“Oooo, fucking bitch, you’ll have me blowing down your fucking throat,” he eventually gasped as he pulled his cock from my mouth.
“Get on all fours, and I’ll fuck you like a dog fucks a bitch,” he ordered.
I eagerly obeyed.
We fucked and fucked and fucked.
He pulled out and rubbed his dribble of cum onto my anus, then slowly slid his cock into that hole and began to fuck me in this third way.
I rocked back and forth, pumping my body onto his cock as he pumped his onto mine.
“Tight fucking whore,” he finally gasped, and his long, hard, grunting thrusts told me that he’d filled my body with his cum.
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Late that night we drove to my rented room.
I stuffed all of my belongings into bags, and took them to his car.
We drove to his house. This was were I was to live now. This was where I was to be his to own, to use, to treat as he wished.
This was to be my heaven.

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