I spent a lot of money gathering the needed bondage materials. I had to buy a cabinet to store all the rope, duct tape, gags, blindfolds, butt plugs, vibraters, dildos, handcuffs, lubricant.  All I had to do was find a victim.  I cruised the local high schools, colleges, shopping malls looking for the Chosen One.  I wanted someone who was between the ages of 16 and 30, was pretty, and had a nice figure. It took me 3 weeks of almost daily and nightly searching but I finally found her.

Her name is  Heidi, she is 18, and beautiful. Her tits are perfect and her ass makes me almost cum just thinking about it.  I found Heidi on a dark and dreary Wednesday night as she was trying to thumb a ride back into town. It had just started to rain fairly heavily when I came upon her.  I could see from my car’s headlights that she was cute and I thought maybe my search was over.  I carried a “kidnap kit” consisting of a knife, 2 pairs of handcuffs, 2 ballgags, 2 blindfolds,  2 large bandanas, and a roll of silver duct tape.  I had 2 of each item just in case I had 2 victims to deal with at the same time.  I always kept the knife within reach under the driver’s seat.

I pulled up to Heidi and rolled down the passenger-side window and asked if she wanted a ride.  She gladly accepted and got in.  I asked her where she was headed and she told me an area that was located on the far side of town.  I told her I was going right by there.  When we were about 10 minutes from reaching the area Heidi wanted to get to I pulled the car into the deserted parking lot of a large shopping mall.  She asked if something was wrong and I said “No, not as long as you do as you are told”. And I stuck the knife under her throat.  She froze in place and I told her to lean forward and put her hands behind her back.  She whimpered a little and asked me to please not hurt her.  I let the sharp edge of the knife touch her throat and told her that I didn’t like having to repeat orders.  She leaned forward, put her hands behind her back and I handcuffed them.  She started to cry and I told her to sit up and face forward.  As soon as she was sitting up straight I put one of the blindfolds over her eyes and told her to open her mouth.  I shoved one of the bandanas in her mouth, completely filling it and tore off a strip of duct tape to seal her lips.  I cupped her breasts, which to my delight were of ample size, and told her she was going to be my sex slave. She started crying harder and I told her if she kept it up she might choke on the gag.  I drove out of the parking lot and headed home.  I told Heidi she would be raped in all three of her holes, kept blindfolded, bound, and gagged at all times.  The only time she wouldn’t be gagged was when she was eating or when I was fucking her mouth. I asked if she was a virgin and she nodded her head yes.  I told her I would take care of that in no time.

I drove home very carefully.  All I needed was to either get in an accident or get stopped by the cops.  How would I explain the beautiful bound, gagged, and blindfolded girl sitting in my front seat?  We finally arrived at my house and I pulled into the garage and used my automatic garage door closer to close the door before I got Heidi out of my car.  I told Heidi that we were home and she struggled trying to get loose and tried screaming, but she was cuffed and gagged too good to have any effect.  Heidi struggled some when I took her out of the car but I just laughed and told her to struggle and scream all she wanted, no one could help her now.

I took Heidi downstairs to the bondage/rape room and told her this was going to be her home for a long time.  I undid the handcuffs and told her to strip.  She hesitated and I said either she did it or I would and she would regret having me strip her.  She stripped naked and I was very pleased to see she has the body of a goddess.  I cuffed her hands in front of her and then to a hook in the wall next to the bed and told her to kneel on the bed. When she got into position I pulled her legs apart and tied her ankles to opposite ends of the bed and told her I was going to fuck her in the ass first.  She screamed and struggled which made me even harder than I already was.  I dropped my pants, lubed up her anal opening and shoved my cock into her ass as far as I could. Heidi bucked like a bucking bronc and screamed trying to get away, but I was impaled in her ass.  I fucked her for about 15 minutes then I came in her ass.  After I recovered from the best ass fucking I had given a girl in a long time, I inserted a medium sized butt plug into her tight, but sore ass and taped it in place.  I placed Heidi in a strict hog-tie position and left her for the night, telling her that was just the beginning.  She was sobbing so hard I don’t think she heard me.
I have had Heidi as my sex slave for 2 months now.  I have raped her in all 3 holes so many times I lost count.  It’s a good thing I am fixed or she would be pregnant by now.  I broke her will after about a week, and now she just lies there while I rape her. Her parents and the police have no idea if she was kidnapped, ran away or what happened.  I’m thinking of mailing her parents some of the pictures I have taken of me raping her, just for kicks.

… to be continued

At once I understood what was going on here, and my role as owner and operator of the facility.  I was a multi billionaire, and I indulged my sexual fantasies by offering certain women one million dollars to be trained as compulsive cocksuckers.  The women must never have sucked cock, and must be between the ages of 18 and 50, and very pretty, with a great ass.  That was always a primary requisite!
I would pay them one million dollars at the end of ninety days, and not before, if they opened themselves completely to my influence, and the training of my large staff of experts, to be conditioned to suck pecker and eat semen compulsively, and irreversibly, an addiction that would be permanent for the rest of their lives.
I walked into the main training area and my staff gathered around me to give me the latest progress reports, and fill me in on the newest, and most effective brainwashing techniques.
This facility was state of the art, with no equal anywhere in the world according to my estimate.  At present there were twenty attractive women being conditioned here, and they were in various stages of addiction.

I went into my large office and told my assistant to bring in the newest recruit for indoctrination.  I always enjoyed these intro conversations…It was quite embarrassing for the women, who had never indulged in giving oral sex before.

The huge sum of money offered them, however, broke every barrier of shyness and embarrassment.  I sat at my desk and a very pretty woman age thirty five walked in, and stood looking at me.

She wore a tight skirt and had a perfect ass.  “Sit please”, I offered, as I stood up and walked around to her.  She sat in a comfortable lounge chair, and crossed her pretty legs.  “So you want to become a cocksucker for one million dollars?”, I smiled at her, leaning against the desk.
She blushed terribly, and recrossed her legs and cleared her throat. “I…ah…well…ah…”, she couldn’t seem to verbalize her meaning. Finally she looked down and said…”Yes, that’s correct.”
I smiled at her in a friendly manner…”There’s no need to be ashamed Julie…if you complete the training you will be a very rich woman.” She shifted again and looked directly at me…”It’s worth it to me…”, she managed…”I can’t even imagine that much money…and just for doing oral copulation.”
“Have you ever sucked cock before?”, I quizzed, standing over her now. She looked up and sighed…”No I haven’t…but I’ve fantasized about it many times.”  “We will train you completely”, I continued, “in the end you will greatly enjoy eating dick and swallowing cum.”
She blushed again and licked her lips.
“Alright the process begins now”, I said sternly, “tell me Julie..what are you?”  She looked up and down again…”You mean…”, she uncrossed her legs…”I…I’m a cocksucker!”, she gushed, looking shyly at me.
I grinned at her…”No, not yet…”, I murmured, as I took her chin in my hand, “but you will be.”

“Before we begin your training Julie I want to show you something.”  I moved very close to her and my crouch was a few inches from her face. She looked at my zipper blankly.  I reached down and unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick, which was beginning to harden from our conversation.

I peeled back my foreskin and touched her lips with my pisshole…”Open your mouth Julie”, I whispered, holding the back of her head firmly. She parted her lips and my dick was dripping on her blouse as I pushed it in her mouth..
She just sat there and let me shove my meat in her pretty mouth, but she didn’t suck it.  I slowly fucked her oral cavity,  looking at the top of her head.  “Ah Julie, semen is good for you…it’s got so many good nutrients.”
Julie nodded her head a bit a grunted. “Umg..huh.”, was all I heard as I slowly porked her cute mouth.  I pulled my dick out again and looked down at her…”Tell me what you are Julie”, I panted.  She licked her lips and swallowed…”I’m a cocksucker…”, she whispered, “a dirty cocksucker!”

“You are a dirty cocksucker Julie, I can tell already!”, I said cheerfully, “and we will teach you to like doing it all the time and eating large amounts of semen. Having my peter in your mouth is a good start girl.”  “Now we will begin your journey toward the one million dollars.”  I pushed a button and a female assistant came in.  She waited for me to speak.

“I fucked Julie’s mouth just a bit and she did very well…begin her full training now, she’s a bit shy at the moment.”
The assistant came over, smiled, and took Julie’s arm and led her away. “Just put yourself in our hands hon”, she said…”you’ll like eating cum…when we’re through with you.”  They left the room and I put my dick back in my pants and zipped up.
I went to the main training cubicles to view the prospective millionaires being put through their conditioning phases.  The first cubicle was being used to train Lindsey…a very pretty brunette.
Lindsy had her panties off and was sitting on a special fuck penis, and was being conditioned to adjust to the taste of semen. A glass containing fresh cum sat in front of her.  She still had her blouse on and a special porcelain bowl was beneath her face in the event of vomiting.

Although the women were given anti nausea drugs, they sometimes vomited from the taste and idea of eating male ejaculate.  This was normal, and in time, while they were brought to orgasm by the specially designed vibrating rubber dildo inside them, they began to associate swallowing the tangy cream with great pleasure.

This process took weeks but in the end, by use of special conditioning drugs, and deep hypnosis, they were eventually able to drink one third of a glass of freshly donated cum, and greatly enjoy the taste and consistancy, while experiencing an intense orgasm.
We had hundreds of male semen donors, constantly jacking off into collection containers, to keep our trainees well fed.  The males were carefully screened, to insure their production of safe, viable seminal fluid.

When the women reached the point where they could gulp down the one third glass of cum and enjoy it…they were ready for the horse semen.
This required a complete new adjustment, when we informed them of the type of semen they would be eating, and often resulted in more retching, but in time they were able to drink the large volume of horsecum while yelling in pleasure, as globs of horse jazz dribbled from their mouth.
All of the activities here were extremely confidential, and protected, and no videos or other forms of recording were ever  made of the women during the training process.
The special drugs, deep hypnosis, and other sophisticated forms of conditioning that were used soon addicted the humiliated trainees to an intense and unrelenting need to eat cum of any kind.  The rubber dicks fucked in and out of their wet cunts driving them into a frenzy of orgasm, and the nurses saw to it that plenty of semen was supplied to them to satisfy their needs.

When a trainee was highly addicted to eating seminal fluid, her next phase of training began.  Sitting on the same dildo device, the women were presented with erect male cocks to suck, one on each side.  The women were never allowed any kind of sexual release, except for eating cum or performing fellatio on the  endless line of male volunteers.
The males wore special head masks so that the women never actually saw them…only the man’s penis was visible to the woman while she performed oral sex on him to completion.
The female trainees were subjected to constant verbal conditioning by the males,  in the form of obscene epithets, such as cocksucker, cumeater, suckslut, etc, so that the women were brought to intense orgasm hearing these words as they swallowed the mouthfuls of salty scum.

Soon the trainees were sucking off ten or twenty males in one session…and eating the hot orgiasmic fluid, having gone over the edge of the limits of their own self image.
They were cocksuckers clearly and simply.  Next the women began intense hypnotic conditioning…to insure that they continued on with their oral fetish after their payment and release.  They would be permanently imprinted with an irresisible craving…the intense need to suck every peter that they could wrap their lips around.
They would be highly addicted to sucking cock in general, and unwashed dicks inparticular.  They would seek out cocks to suck day and night, and could never be satisfied no matter how many loads of thick slime they swallowed.

One trainee, Lucy, was ready to leave and to collect her one million dollar reward. I always enjoyed this moment, and made sure I got a good blowjob before they were released.
Lucy sat in a small cubicle wearing a tight, fashionable women’s suit, and her face was beautiful as she looked up at me.  I walked in and closed the door.  My crouch was a few inches from her pretty face.
“Well Lucy you’re ready to collect your money and leave us…but before you do, I need relief…you know what I mean don’t you?”
She became very nervous and squirmed in discomfort, looking at the bulge in my pants, two inches from her mouth.  She started to  breathe very rapidly, and trembled as I unzipped my fly and pulled out my weiner. I stroked it until it was hard, and semen dripped on the front of her blouse.
She looked at my pecker next to her face, and slowly ran her tongue around the perimeter of her bright red lips.
She grabbed my dick and started to shove it in her pretty mouth.  I pulled back and chastized her…holding my dong just out of range.  She had a puzzled look on her face as she looked up at me.
“You’ll have to beg me you little cocksucker!”, I grunted wickedly, and I slapped her mouth with my stiff dick.
She groaned and twitched and began to masterbate herself as I rubbed my wet pisshole over her mouth.  “You beg me you dirty little cocksucker or you won’t finish in the money!”  I was greatly enjoying her humiliation and looked down grinning sarcastically as she pleaded with me.  “You know I need to suck that peter”, she groaned, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Please, please let me suck your pecker off, please, I know I’m a dirty cocksucker and I know you have to embarrass me.”  “I need to eat your fucking dickwad…please call me dickwad while you fuck my mouth…I’ve got to eat dick several times a day thanks to your training.  Please just let me suck your pisshole and taste your urine…please just let me do that!”
I stroked my peter and looked down at her…”Open wide dickwad and stick your tongue out…I need to jackoff!”
She opened her mouth widely, her eyes squinted in pleasure as I beat off over her tongue.  She was groaning and moaning as I shot a thick glob of dick snot over her tongue and face.
She went into orgasm very quickly…her lower body jerking in pleasure, and she looked up at me, her eyes glazed over, craving the funky dick snot filling her oral cavity.
I pumped my hips again and again, holding the back of her head, squirting hot cum on her tongue, and soon it filled her mouth to overflowing.  She looked up at me and moaned out loud, her mouth wide open and full of white foamy goo.
“Umph…uggh…ulp”, was the only sound she could make and then  I nodded at her. She gulped the hot tangy glue down, swallowing several times as she ate the disgusting mess.  I emptied the contents of my balls over her tongue and she ate it all, going into intense orgasm as she gulped.  Soon she was finished, and slumped down exhausted, and my limp peter hung by her face dripping cum.
“Good fucking blowjob Lucy…you cocksucking little slut!”  She licked her pretty lips and cleaned around her mouth with her tongue, and swallowed the globs of paste there. She looked up at me satisfied and exhausted.
“Ok girl…go get your money, it’s over!”  She grinned at me widely and wiped her face off with a handkerchief as she left.  The front of her blouse was covered with thick gobs of cum but she didn’t even seem to notice.

She collected her one million tax paid dollars and is now a rich woman.

She would, however, have to satisfy her disgusting habit on a regular basis…but with that kind of money I think she could live with it.
The session was near an end and I returned to the anteroom until I was propelled back to my bed.  I slept exhausted for eight hours after this journey.  It took that much out of me.
It’s good to know there are a lot of pretty cocksuckers somewhere out there in ‘sexworld’ looking for lunch…and I was partly responsible.

- The End -

I was on a hunt. My clients tended to have very specific tastes and finding the women that met their requirements was often a lengthy process. This time I’d been lucky and struck pay dirt on the third day of my prowl. I had spotted them having lunch on the hotel terrace and they were exactly what I was looking for.       She was a youngish blonde mother with an even blonder daughter. I overheard the waiter address her as Senora Benson. All the rooms opened onto the pool area so when they left the table it was easy for my binoculars to follow them as they made their way to room 112.

That evening I was able to rent the room next door to them. After putting the  “Do not disturb”  tag on the door I never went near it. I spent a further two days discretely observing them until I was sure that they were indeed in the Yucatan on vacation and, most importantly, were alone.

They were having breakfast at the same table when I finally made my approach. I wore aviator sunglasses and my tabbed tropical uniform shirt with a self-designed Mayan Air Charter logo prominent above the breast pocket. I sat at a table beside them.  I am not a bad looking guy and I have my share of charm. It wasn’t hard to engage the mother in casual conversation. It didn’t take me long to glean the information I wanted. They were from Ohio. She was Rebecca and her daughter’s name was Erica. The girl had just graduated from high school and was still trying to talk her mother into letting her enroll at a college in Florida. Yes, they were on vacation. No, her husband was not with them. She had been widowed due to an auto accident. I expressed my sympathies and then steered the conversation to a pleasanter vein. I waxed enthusiastic over the beauty of the ancient Indian ruins in the area. The daughter chewed gum and stared off into space but I had gotten the mother’s interest.

I had pre-set the alarm on my cell phone and when it went off, I pretended it was an incoming call. I made sure they overheard a one sided conversation by which they learned that two fictitious passengers for a fly-over of the Mayan temple at Palenque were canceling out. I explained that because of the late notice there could be no refund and hung up.

Rebecca volunteered that they were looking forward to touring the ruins before they left and asked if a flight would be expensive. In my most offhand manner, I mentioned that since two empty seats for the afternoon flight were already paid for they were welcome to fill them and take the tour at no charge. The girl, who had been so bored by our small talk, suddenly came alive. Her enthusiasm for a plane ride soon wore down her mother’s hesitation. I let them think there would be other passengers along. Once Mom had gratefully agreed to accept my kind offer I excused myself, telling them that the company would provide their transportation to and from the airstrip.

They were waiting for me in front of the hotel after lunch. I had magnetic Mayan Air Charter logos on the sides of the rental car and when I held the rear door for them they smilingly got in. On the drive to the small airport, I left the AC off, explaining that it had just gone on the blink. Within five minutes I had them hot, sweating and thirsty. They slipped into blackness shortly after accepting doctored bottles of fruit juice from my cooler.

I managed to get my trophies bundled into the plane unobtrusively. I covered the windows with sunscreens and locked the cabin. I pulled the magnetic logos off the car and headed back to the hotel.       I went through the mother’s purse and saw from the receipt that their room was paid up. I took their key and transferred all of the stuff from their room to one I had rented next door. I left their door open with the key in it as if they had checked out.

Satisfied that nobody had observed me, I used the privacy of my room to get their bags all packed. The luggage was unremarkable so I was sure I would arouse no suspicion pretending it was mine. After a final look and a bit of wiping, I rang for a bellboy.

The drive out to the airstrip was uneventful. I found them still sleeping blissfully and they missed my little  Welcome to Mayan Air Charters  take off speech. I was humming quietly to my self as we crossed south out of Mexican air space into Guatemala and headed for the rancho I had named Paloma Blanca.

Chapter 2

I taxied the Cessna to a standstill in front of the Quonset hut I used for a hanger. A glance back at my passengers assured me that they were still completely immobilized. I bent them forward from the waist and threw a blanket over them. Carlos had heard the plane land and pulled up in my Land Rover as always to slide open the big double doors. Together we rolled the plane inside. I dismissed Carlos, telling him I would inspect the rancho the following day. He pulled the doors closed and departed for the compound where he and the other hired hands lived.

Carlos was my foreman and a loyal servant. Even had he been aware of my activities I had no doubt he would have unquestioningly served my wishes, but a slaver is secretive by nature.  I made sure that even he had no idea that each time he rolled those doors closed behind the Cessna, identities disappeared forever.

I unlocked the heavy door to the sound proofed area that made up the rear half of the hanger and then went to unload my cargo. I pulled Mom out of the plane first and shoulder carried her into her new home. Lowering her to the floor I locked lined cuffs with rings onto each of her wrists. These I tied with cord to an electric wench overhead and with a quiet whirring noise she was soon hoisted onto her tiptoes.

I went back out to fetch the slight figure of the girl.  I laid her face down on the padded examination table. Once her wrists and ankles were secured, I pressed a floor petal and the hinged parts the table fanned out until her body was widely spread-eagled. I gathered her long blond hair in a vise clamp attached to a line which was threaded through a suspended pulley. I pulled the line until her head was up and hard back, exposing her lovely throat, and then tied it off to a cleat.

I strolled to the head end of the table for my first leisurely look at her face. I had to laugh out loud. Even with her mouth hanging open she was attractive. Her features still had that unformed juvenile quality but it was obvious that they would refine themselves into a face of stunning beauty. I reached down and removed the small gold studs from her cute little ears and flipped them into the trashcan.

It was time to unwrap my first present. When the mother regained consciousness the first thing I wanted he to see was her daughter’s naked body, stretched out, helpless and vulnerable. I removed the tennis shoes and bobby sox she was wearing and dropped them into the trashcan too.  Her feet were well cared for. Dainty and high arched with small, delicious looking toes. Next I took a heavy pair of scissors and snipped my way up the back of her white, cotton sweater and then down the back of each arm. I tugged it from under her and added it to the trash. I cut loose a rather plain white bra and tossed it with the rest. Her back was long and smooth. I ran a finger along the valley of her spine. Leaning over her, I reached down under the table and found the two round openings in it. I groped up through these and searched out her nipples. Locking on each of them with a thumb and forefinger I tugged until her apple sized breasts settled into the openings and hung free.

I was pleased to note that both mother and daughter were wearing matching plaid, ankle length skirts. It was a touching little detail, indicative of a close relationship.  That should prove quite useful to me during their conditioning. My trusty scissors made short work of the daughter’s half of the ensemble. Her long coltish legs were now revealed. I slowly stroked a hand over a well-muscled calf and up the inside of a thigh. I cupped the warmth of her pantied crotch and then allowed my splayed hand to squeeze one of the cheeks of her firm, rounded rump. I moved around between her widely parted thighs and a couple of snips at the sides of her panties completed my work. The remnants of these were also discarded. The brownish pucker of her anus was exposed and I prodded it, testing the elasticity of her sphincter. It was tight and tiny. Below, crinkly cunt lips were slightly parted with a hint of her slick, pink core showing. I curled a finger up into her and twirled it. The hymen was intact. A bonus I had hardly dared hope for. I brought a taste of that moisture up to my tongue. She was delicious and slightly salty. I trailed the tips of my fingers through her sparse bush, fluffing the silky blond curls there. Yes, I was thoroughly happy with the younger half of my catch. I gave her tight little ass a satisfied slap and turned away.

I brought the rest of their belongings from the plane and went through them. All of it, purses, clothes, I.D.’s, jewelry, along with the contents of my trashcan would be burned tomorrow. Their old selves would cease to exist. Rebecca and Erica had vanished without a trace. Having the godlike power to do this was intoxicating. Almost as addicting as the astounding profit involved.

Their driver’s licenses told me that mom was 36 years old and the girl had just turned eighteen. What cash they had went into my pocket, the traveler’s cheques, camera and other traceable valuables I trashed.

I gleaned what information I could from a few letters and post cards. I entertained myself perusing the immature musings contained in the girl’s diary.

I boxed up the lot and set it aside for the incinerator. Out of curiosity I padded over to where the mother hung suspended. Her arms and shoulder joints would be killing her when she came around. I wiped a thin string of drool from her chin and pushed it back between her slack lips. I reached up under the long, plaid skirt and palmed her pussy through her panties. I felt the springiness of an abundant pelt covering her mound. Withdrawing my hand, I reached up under her sweater and weighed an ample breast. Her dark blond hair was made up in a French twist. I took a handful of it and lifted her head to study her face. She had a generous, full-lipped mouth, high cheekbones and a nicely shaped nose with delicate nostrils. A classic Scandinavian face. With my left hand I peeled back an eyelid; a vacant pupil surrounded by a beautiful, Nordic blue iris stared back at me until I let the long lashed lid slide back down. Using both hands I shifted my grip to her shell like ears and kissed her. My tongue plundered her unconscious mouth, savoring the taste of her saliva. I captured her lower lip and bit it lightly, then let her head drop forward again and walked away, licking my lips.

I slipped Mozart’s Divertimento in D into the CD player, opened a bottle of Monte Xanic and settled into a deep, Italian leather recliner. I sipped at my wine and allowed the music to relax me. I let my eyes appreciate my new acquisitions while I waited for the drug to wear off.

Chapter 3

The music had played itself out and I was enjoying my second glass of wine when Mom’s eyelids began to flutter. Instinctively her feet came together and she pushed up onto her toes in an attempt to relieve the strain on her arms and shoulders. With a groan she came fully awake. It was always entertaining to watch the expressions that played over their faces as they became aware of their situation.

The mere fact of finding oneself bound and defenseless is terrifying. First her eyes traveled up to where her wrists were suspended. She jerked and flopped about in an effort to free herself, but finding that this only served to increase the pain, she soon desisted. She let out a little sob of frustration as she was forced to pick her weight back up onto her toes.

Suddenly her head came up with her eyes wide open. I knew she had just noticed her daughter. I watched as she registered the scene that I had so carefully arranged for her. There was her little girl, splayed out on her belly. She was naked and bound and completely helpless with her beautiful head drawn brutally back by her long, golden mane. The whole tableau harshly spotlighted in the otherwise dim interior.

“Erica? Are you hurt, Baby?”
In her mind the question was an urgent shout but the drug had left her with a case of cottonmouth. It emerged as a croak.
“I’m afraid she is still out of it, Moms.”
I spoke from the shadows, where I still lounged, enjoying her discomfort. New alarm showed on her face as her eyes searched toward my voice. She really was quite beautiful in her distress. As I sat down my empty wine glass, I thought again how grand it was to be the king. I arose and moved into the light to stand in front of her daughter’s upturned face.
“The pilot!”  She said rather stupidly, as she recognized me.
I ignored her and reached out, tracing the girl’s open lips with my finger.
“Don’t touch her!”  she hissed.
With the back of my hand I tenderly stroked the unconscious girl’s cheek.
“Leave my daughter alone, you animal!”  she demanded, protectively.
Abruptly, I gave the girl’s cheek a small, sharp, backhanded slap. The mother immediately began spewing obscenities and threats at me. Methodically, I slapped the right cheek and then the left again. Slowly picking up the pace, until the blond head was rhythmically rocking back and forth with the  SMACK, SMACK, SMACK  of my hand. The mother gave up on her threats and began begging me to stop. I only desisted when the girl’s eyes finally blinked open, having been shocked awake by the jostling I had given her poor little brain. Gently, I resumed stroking her now reddened cheek.

Now I watched the same series of dumb expressions pass across the daughter’s face as she struggled to understand her predicament. I saw the recognition when she looked at me before her eyes moved to the limits of her peripheral vision. She was trying to see what was preventing her from moving. She attempted the same brief struggles her mother had made. These were followed by an inevitable groan of defeat.
“Erica? Can you hear me? Are you alright?”
“Mom? Where are we? Why is he doing this to us?”
“Hush, Baby, it’s going to be alright.” Then to me,  “You’ll never get away with this!”
Pretending not to hear her, I crossed to a wall rack and lifted from it an old fashioned buggy whip. It was an elegant piece of craftsmanship. Its thin, six-foot length of whalebone was encased in finely braided leather with a tasseled tip. Originally sold by Abercrombie & Fitch, circa 1800s, I had found it in an antique shop some years back. It had kissed more than horseflesh since then. When I moved back into the light, poor Mom’s eyes flew wide with shock when she saw what I was brandishing.

“You wouldn’t dare! She is only a child. For God’s sake, don’t do this!”
The girl was futilely trying to look back to see what was threatening her, panicked by her mother’s obvious agitation. Unable to turn her head, she could only imagine the worst. As dire as a recognized danger may be, the unknown seems to conjure up even worse terror.

I gave the whip a couple of experimental cuts. The  SWISH of displacement as it curled through the air produced a fresh babble of powerless pleadings from Mom. Blithely, I took a wide stance and cocked my arm fully back. I took a moment to admire the soft, pink bottom of the helpless girl’s small, well-shaped foot.       Then with all my considerable power and a roll of my hips, I slashed forward and the very tip of the whip bit savagely into the unsuspecting sole of the girl’s right foot.

Instantly, it was as if all the demons in hell had been unleashed. Every muscle in the poor girl’s body tensed as she surged against her restraints. The tendons in her throat stood out as the blood-curdling howl of a wounded animal was torn from deep in her gut.
“OWWWWWWWW. OH GOD!”
Simultaneously, the mother began shrieking in empathy with her daughter’s pain, while tears of helpless frustration flowed from her eyes.       Then the girl’s body sagged. I watched the slats of her thin ribcage heave as she sobbed raggedly.
“Ohhh. Mom. It hurts so badly, Mom.  She cried repeatedly.”
From the corner of my eye, I saw her mother’s face contorted with hate. It was truly a deranged woman who venomously cursed at me.
“You fucking bastard!”
I calmly stepped back a pace and extended the buggy whip again. Immediately, the bitterness in
Mom’s voice was replaced with a tone of abject terror as she pleaded with me for mercy. Unfortunately, I was not quite finished with their first object lesson.
“If you must torture someone, whip me instead! Please!”
I used the tasseled tip of the whip to tickle the sole of my young captive’s other foot. The moment she felt its touch she tensed again. I saw her toes curl tight and her ass clench. Unable to move, she nonetheless began trembling from head to toe as the terror of anticipation seized her. I left off toying with her foot and drew back the whip. I was waiting for her muscles to tire and relax again before I gave her the second dose.

Then above the sound of her sobs and her mother’s nagging entreaties, I heard a liquid sound and realized she had released her bladder. The little bitch had pissed herself in fear. I watched the golden fluid stream from her flaxen haired cunt and puddle on the tile floor. It slowed to a dribble and then stopped. I was surprised to feel my cock swelling. For some reason I found this spontaneous display very erotic.

I was tempted to fuck her but her virginity was just too valuable. Frustrated, I let fly with the whip again and another symphony of frenzied wailing filled the air. Using the whip, I parodied a conductor waving his baton as I backed away from them and retreated once more into the shadows. I poured another glass of wine and again settled myself comfortably. I would wait until their tears were exhausted before continuing my class.

To Be Continued….

I sped to the hallway entrance…the artifact knew that I craved something very raunchy, and I walked slowly down the endless corridor reading doors and stroking my pecker, which I had pulled out of my trousers for use while selecting the area of enjoyment.

I stopped at a door reading, ‘Paid jerkoff for college sorority party’. This sounded quite interesting and I opened the door to look inside.
There were two very pretty young women there who sat in chairs grinning at me. I stepped inside and looked at them as they stared at my dick, sticking out of the front of my pants. I’d forgotten that little detail momentarily and tried to zip up, but one of them quickly stopped me…”Leave it alone dork, we’re all gonna see it anyway.”
My ten inch pecker stood out dripping cum as I looked at them awkwardly.  I specified my time interval as two hours and closed the door.
One of them handed me a thousand dollars in cash.  “Here’s your fucking money jerkoff, don’t spend it all in one place.”  They got up and left the room and we went into a large hallway with a huge set of stairs leading to the second floor.
In a large front room to the right sat about fifty young women, grinning at me and talking among themselves as I entered.  They all stared at my huge rock hard peter bodding up and down.
There was an open area surrounded by the many women, and a comfy chair for my use.  I stood and stared at them, the money still in my hand. “Ladies may I present our entertainment for tonight, Mr. Jerkoff.” They all applauded and cheered as I stuffed the money in my pocket.
She crossed her arms and grinned slyly at me…”Do your fucking thing jackboy, strip off and give me all your clothes.”
I did so, looking apprehensibly at the large leering crowd of college coeds, first my wristwatch, shoes, then socks, then shirt, and finally pants and shorts .  My long pecker flipped when I pulled my shorts off and the coeds cheered again, making me blush a bit.

I stood there bare naked and the woman grabbed my clothes and locked them in a nearby wallsafe.

“You get them back when you give us what we want jackoff!”, she grinned wickedly.  “You better fucking earn your money or we’ll shove your ass outside and call the cops…you get what I mean?”  I nodded shyly in acceptance and stroked my long dick.
She handed me a shotglass of clear liquid.  “Spanishfly boy, you gonna have a good time tonight!”
I gulped down the bitter liquid and scrunched up my face at the taste. They all waited and grinned, looking at each other.  Almost immediately my balls became hot as fire and my poor dick got even harder, if that was possible.  I sat in the chair which was good for this purpose since I could put my feet up on the side rails opening my peter and balls to the crowd while I entertained them.
I began to breathe very heavily and I was so fucking horny I couldn’t stand it.  I sat and flipped my dong back and forth and then flipped it upward and made it bounce up and down a few times.
I looked at the jeering ladies, with my eyes glazed over in pleasure, and jacked off, flogging my pecker rapidly.
The crowd was yelling obscene comments at me as I stroked  off and this seemed to make me even hornier.
“Fucking jack your dick off sleazebag, jerk your fucking dong for us!” The girls were going crazy now and looked closely as my face distorted in pleasure from my masterbation.
I massaged my large balls and swung them back and forth several times as I peeled back my foreskin.  My peter was dripping cum constantly now and I could feel the huge amount of dickwad in my nuts waiting to be released.
I was getting every kind of obscene and humiliating comment now from the nasty crowd, and there were multiple flashes from the many cameras trained on me.
They looked on me now as a filthy sex toy and were reveling in my embarrassment. I jacked my dick harder looking from one to the other of the many coeds, and I began to drool slightly as I neared orgasm. New spectators were gathering as the lewd show progressed, and I was in a frezy now hotter than I’d ever been.

This level of arousal was unknown to me and I was grunting like a pig nearing my absolute limit.

“Eat your fucking cum you son-of-a-bitch”, they began to chant…I was so fucking hot now I didn’t care about anything, even the many video cameras I could see capturing the action.
My huge dick was primed for ejaculation and suddenly my face went blank, and I jerked involuntarily upward squirting a thick stream of hot scum two feet in the air as the women screamed.
They were clapping and cheering, as many of them stuck their fingers in their mouths, indicating the retching reflex to my disgusting actions. I was so humiliated and overwhelmed by lust that I just couldn’t stop, and ate a large amount of salty slime as it continued to pump from my prong.

I ate all I could and finally took my finger and sopped up globs of cum from my pisshole and ate it as the last drops of goo oozed out.
I retrieved all of the cum I could from my lower area and devoured it…and finally licked my fingers clean, finishing my incredibly degrading ordeal.
I collapsed in a heap in the chair as they screwed up their noses at me and began to leave.  The spokeslady looked at me with true revulsion in her eyes and opened the safe, removing my clothes.  She dropped them on me like they were contaminated…”I hope you know what you just did asshole…you disgusting dick jacking fuck..and we got it all on tape.”

She sneered sarcastically …”Get your fucking ass out of here and go spend your money…that thousand is nothing to me…but as this tape is watched over time it will be to you!”
She left me sitting there, my limp pecker still draining semen.  I dressed and left…pulling the money out of my pocket.
To my amazement and shame I discovered that the money was fake…all of it.  It was authentic looking play money.  I knew I would not go back to protest…I’d been had.  I’d wanted something very raunchy and got far more than I ever bargained for.
The object knew exactly what I wanted, even better than I did!
As I waited for the session to end I sat in the anteroom smiling…this whole thing was getting more and more fantastic with each voyage!

I waited for my session time to end, to be sent back to real time so I could take a long nap.

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The heart stopping sensation when your fingers and mouth took my clit to a hard, red, bud of fire.  The urgency to thrust my cunt into your face, as you sucked, nibbled, bit that hard hot bud. Taking me from climax to climax.  The feel of your fingers as I fucked them when you inserted them into my hot wet cunt.  Getting me wetter and wetter with anticipation of the magnificent cock that would take their place.

The erotic awesome heavenly feeling when that cock finally got into my cunt and how perfect it felt there.  The feeling of ecstasy when I clamped my muscles on that thick cock of yours and you gave me orgasm after orgasm.  Making me cum over and over as you tormented my cunt while fucking me.

The thrill of having you thrust and ram that thick cock of yours into my pussy from the back hitting that special place time and time again.  I remember the sensation of your cock in my ass. Ahhh I remember the twinges of feeling good there tooo.

The feel and taste of your cock as it hardened in my mouth as I sucked on it, nibbled the head and took it deep into my throat. Feeling you rise your buttock to thrust it down deep in the back so I would gag and close it around your shaft.  Feeling my cunt shoot cum out as you did this.  The sensation I got running my tongue up and down your johnson, feeling it get bigger and bigger as I sucked longer and harder.

Ohhhhhh the feeling of having your balls in my mouth moving them around with my tongue.  Then, when you finally exploded deep inside of me, such a peaceful, satisfying feeling of fullfilment.  And the way your fingers would draw little circles on my lower backside after you exploded inside me(from the back).

Yes I miss all of that something terrible, and long for the time we can be together again.  No one will ever make me feel the way you do.

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After being returned to my real state lying on my bed…I found that only five minutes had passed, according to my watch.  Fortunately, all vestiges of my activiy were removed so that I had not developed a fetish for this form of sexual entertainment.
This time I designed a useful method of embarking on my sexual travels…I would be transported to an infinitely long hallway lined with countless doors, each bearing the title of the sexual destination.

I merely got into a small shuttle cart to travel the distances involved…and could stop at any time to go into a door.  It seemed that the artifact was very solicitous in helping me enjoy every possibility of sexual entertainment, however depraved or strange.
It became obvious that the artifact was reading my deepest thoughts, and designing my deepest sexual fantasies therefrom.

I shuddered at the thought of what all this meant…my dick became hard just thinking about the implications.
I would lock myself into my room with complete privacy, lie down comfortably on my bed…and begin the scenerio process.  I found that I had to go through a brief mental checklist before beginning my trip.
I would say to myself…”Beginning a new experience-transport to hallway entrance”, and think the words, “lock-in…begin”.
Immediately I would find myself in the hallway beside my travel cart ready to select my door.  The artifact lay beside my bed on a small table, so that it’s influence on me would be powerful, and immediate.
I knew that the device would take me absolutely anywhere for any sexual purpose, so I factored in a safety lock, stating that neither I, nor anyone else in the real world would be harmed mentally or physically during my excursions.
Before opening a hallway preference door…I would state the amount of time desired for the experience, and once inside, with the door closed, I would be bound by that time, and not able to leave before the time had elapsed.
I layed down and situated myself comfortably on the bed, and began the sequence for another sexual excursion.
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Arriving at the hallway, I stood there looking down the endless corridor…my travel cart waiting nearby.  The hallway was dimly lit from no particular source, but allowed easy reading of all door titles. It was very comfortable here, and an unseen edge of extreme sexual excitement filled the area.
I walked slowly down the hallway and the cart followed me close behind. Every conceivable kind of sexual activity could be found here…from simple ‘fucking’, to endless variations of fucking.
Among the door titles were: ‘ass licking’…’, ‘cocksucking…female fellatio’, ‘female domination’, ‘forced masterbation…femdom’, ‘used for breeding…femdom’, sexual torture-dungeon…femdom’, sexual torture dungeon…maledom’, and on and on and on and on.
I had such a hardon my dick was pushing painfully against my pants and a wet spot was developing already…that is, on my dream body…my real body lie quietly resting on my bed in my room.
This was so extraordinary that I had not assimilated it all, and knew this would take quite some time to do so.
I had always liked to smell and look at women’s assholes, and stopped at the door,’ extreme forced asslicking and anal-oral service…femdom’.
I opened the door and looked inside.  There was a comfortable looking anteroom with a table sitting next to the wall, and a few chairs nearby.  This room was also dimly lit.
There was a chute in the wall which read, ‘deposit all clothing here…before proceeding’, and a capsule on the table with a glass of water..a sign there read, ‘take this and enter the next room’.
I decided to try this one, my dick was driving me nuts and I was horny for release.  I stated the time limit…”24 hours duration please”.  I went inside and held the door open for a moment, thinking over the situation.  I steeled myself, and gritted my teeth, and closed the door with a firm push.
It locked immediately and I knew that I would be subjected to this area for 24 hours, regardless of my wishes.
A large sign on the inside of the door read…’strip off now..and put your clothing in the wall chute’.  I was breathing very hard now and began to take off my clothes as quickly as possible.
Shoes…socks…pants…shirt…shorts…wristwatch…and I opened the stainless steel chute and tossed them in.
They disappeared at once into blackness, lost forever I suspected.  I stood there completely naked, and was actually very comfortable since the room was at perfect temperature for nudity.  I took the capsule on the table and washed it down with the glass of water nearby.

Very quickly I could feel a stirring in my groin area, and as I reached for the doorlatch to go into the next room, I felt a wave of intense sexual craving and my pecker stood out hard as a rock.
I went inside and the room was completely dark, I could see nothing at all.  A voice came from inside and brought me to attention at once…”Close the fucking door toilet mouth!”
The voice had to be coming from an attractive woman, somewhere on the other side of the room…there could be no doubt about it.
I quickly closed the door and stood there in the pitch black wondering with trepidation what I had let myself in for. “You like to suck asshole don’t you?”, said the voice nearby.  I paused and cleared my throat…”Yes I do”, I said, “very much”.
The voice remained in the same position on the other side of the room. “You might have a slightly different viewpoint on that soon…but I think you’re a nasty, sleazy boy and you’ll do exactly what we say won’t you?”
“Yes…I’ll do whatever you want.”  The voice came closer…”Of course you will fartbreath…there is nothing else that you can do.”
Suddenly the room was illuminated with bright lights and I found myself standing in the middle of a comfortably appointed area with a line of couches in a large circle.  There were at least ten gorgeous women sitting there  looking at me.
They all were dressed in women’s business suits, and had the appearance of executives.
Each had a very pretty face and perfect ass, and when they stood, I could see their wonderful bodies filling out the tight skirts. They all smiled knowingly…they were all part of this construct…which was…interestingly, being designed by my own subconscious mind.
Whatever I willed at this point, however, would mean nothing…and I was a slave to my own kinky inner desires.
They surrounded me…looking at my body as though I were a toy for their use.  “This toilet tongue sucks butthole ladies…what do you think of that?”

The attractive woman grabbed my balls tightly, as she spoke.  One of the women stood near me, and I could smell her expensive perfume.  Her lips were brilliantly red, and moistened from her tongue.
“You know there’s nothing I like more than a man’s tongue up my asshole!”, she grunted… “Get on your knees and I’ll give you a smell.”
The beautiful blond pulled her skirt up and took her panties off, throwing them on the couch.  She turned around and bent over slightly, and spread her wonderfully formed asscheeks.  I could see that she had a hairy anus, and the dark aperture opened slightly to my gaze.
“Take a whiff you fuck!”, she said, spreading her butt crack even wider for me.

I moved in and stuck my nose into her hairy, and I might add, fragrant ass crack and smelled her tight, brown anus.  I discovered that she had just had a bowel movement, and that all of the odor or residue had not been completely removed.

She looked back and down at me…”Suck my smelly asshole!”, she groaned, as she opened her rear hole even wider for me.  I immediately did as she said, and licked her odorous bunghole before clamping my lips around it and sucking with a passion.
She groaned in pleasure and moved backward a bit and began to strain as she moved her ass back and forth against my face.
My nose was completely buried in her rear and intimate hole, and I sucked for all I was worth as she masterbated herself. She had a dark, hairy asscrack and I was tasting it’s most intimate parts now.
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Suddenly she farted a whiff of hot air into my mouth..and I took it in, eyes bulged open, and swallowed it.  “You dirty ass eating son-of-a-bitch!”, she swore, under her breath. With that she pushed back against my mouth again and farted long and hard directly into my mouth.
I gasped but inhaled the slightly nasty fragrance, keeping my sucking mouth glued to her raunchy toilet hole.
The women were quite entertained by all this and soon I was surrounded by ten well formed asscracks waiting turn for my services.  They had all removed their panties and I could smell cunt juice and a faint ass odor at they stood waiting.
“Start sucking butthole!”, grunted the woman who had spoken to me originally…”crawl around and eat asscrack…that’s what you were born to do isn’t it?”, she said, as she held her own brown anus open to me.
I crawled to her and dove in sliding my tongue directly into her spread crap chute.  It glistened with asscream, and the smell was powerful and erotic.  I licked deeply inside and removed the faint coating which surrounded her dark hairy farthole.  She was groaning and rubbing her ass all over my face as I licked, and I gasped as I clamped my mouth over her raw dark bunghole and began to work.
She reached back and held my head firmly as she tensed her stomach muscles, and soon a long fragrant fart escaped from her obscene rear hole and filled my cheeks making me grunt as I gulped it down.
She did this several times as she masterbated herself to orgasm and finally, after several minutes of special attention from her disgusting anal opening, I escaped and went to the next open asscrack.
The women’s asses were perfect in every respect and their deep hairy crapholes made me orgasm several times as I did the nasty on them.
I was developing a noticeable brown stain around my lips now and was in a suckass frenzy eating buttholes and farts one after another.
The women reveled in humiliating me while I did my dirty work on their open hehinds, and I began to feel deeply degraded as they used me.
This session lasted about an hour and then I was taken to a comfortable room with a bed to rest for awhile.
This sex area was everything that I thought it would be and more, and I jacked off and got my nuts again before falling asleep.
I was awakened in a few hours by several mature women who came into my room.  There were five very attractive women in their fifties, and they also had perfectly formed asses.  They were all wearing short shorts and I could see their asscracks well formed against the rear of their tight clothing.
“We need your services…hon”, one of them gushed, as she grinned at me.  She pulled her shorts down revealing a perfect ass, and her buttcrack was wonderful against her panties.  She took her short shorts off and put her ass next to my face.

“Be a dear and kiss my ass please!”, she snickered, touching her butt against my nose.
I kissed her perfect asscheeks at once and went back and forth kissing each cheek.  I stuck my nose in the crack of her ass, and even through her panties I could smell buttcrack.  She suddenly farted against my nose, and instead of moving back I pushed forward and inhaled her efforts.
It had a slight odor but was just about right and made me even hornier.

She pulled her panties down around her ankles and spread her asscheeks for me.  Her anus was very hairy and had an incredibly erotic smell.  I shoved my nose in and smelled it up close, rubbing my sniffer up and down and coating it with her raunchy fragrance.
I licked her asshole voraciously now cleaning every part of it as she moaned in pleasure.  She was masterbating herself and yelled in pleasure as she orgasmed and farted in my mouth at the same tme.
I had been jacking off while licking her butt and continued whacking as the next woman pulled her shorts and panties down for me.
I sucked asscrack for a half hour, as each of them took their turn, and when I’d cleaned them all thoroughly, and had that familiar light brown stain around my mouth, the first one insisted on having my tongue up her ass all the way so that I might clean out her inner, more obscene residue.

I spread her asscheeks and opened her bunghole widely. I probed my tongue up her disgusting rear hole and began to slide it in further and further.  I had my long tongue all the way up her asshole to the hilt when she grunted and farted again.
I fucked my tongue up her craphole in and out and wiggled it around, swallowing the residue that coated it with every movement of my long hot licker.

I was jacking off and we both orgasmed at the same time, me groaning and squirting, and she grunting and farting again.  I collapsed on the bed exhausted.
Finally they thanked me and left…and once more I fell into a deep sleep for several hours.
When I awoke, I was taken by two guards to another buttlicking session, this one I discovered would be much nastier than the first, in that I would be kept in the large bathroom area to do a final ass cleaning of all the women who visited the stalls.
There were more raunchy sessions after that, and I was exhausted from my efforts, and my balls were sore from jacking off when my 24 hours had elapsed.
Though I laid on my bed during this whole experience…I actually had to sleep for hours afterward once the artifact had released me back to real time.
As I fell asleep I shuddered at the endless possibilities here…it was more than I could assimilate, much, much more.

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How your cock felt entering my hot moist embracing cunt. How hard I would fuck you when you spanked my ass, or milked my breasts. Pinching, pulling and rubbing my clit until I begged you to fuck me and fuck me harder. How I would fuck and cum after a cunt whipping, and clamp onto that thick hard cock. Fucking harder and harder cum-ing over and over. The feel of my juice running from the head of your cock and down your balls, squeezing and fucking, begging for release of your juice. The feeling you got when you take that last thrust and drive your cock hard into my cunt as I orgasm and send my cum spewing down your shaft.
The feel of my ass as you caress it. How it felt to have me draw you in and out of my cunt as you fucked me from behind. How your cock would hit that one special spot driving you to plunge in harder and deeper sending me into uncontrollable orgasms until neither can hold back anymore and you make me release the same time you shoot your cum deep in side of me.
How you could bring me to a climax by sucking my breasts, milking them, biting them. How good it felt to see me wanting and begging for your cock as you ate my pussy. Taking my bud between your teeth and gently pulling it. Nibbling and biting, sucking it until I raised my bottom higher and thrust my cunt into your face. You taking it all and sucking all of it, feeling the cum dripping out of me, waiting for you to put your cock into my hot, wet cunt, where you fit it like a glove.
This is the bitch you will never forget or get over.
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After finding a strange object following a mine cave-in, I began to experience incredibly realistic hallucinations…or are they hallucinations?  The smooth black object seems to sense my sexual needs and transforms them into reality…or what seems to be reality.

I find, after experimentation, that I am able to program the object to take me on a journey to whatever sexworld I desire, and bring me back afterward.  Lying on my own bed, I experience the nastiest fantasies possible.  While hours pass in the sexworld, only seconds pass real time.

To my horror, however, I discover that I have inadvertently trapped myself in a ‘cocksucker world’, where I must service countless cocks in the most disgusting ways possible.  I am in a sexual frenzy performing orally here, and am locked into this mode until the device releases me…in one month!
I had set the device , mentally , to take me to any possible sexworld at random, a major mistake on my part. I vowed that in the future, I would be infinitely more selective in my choices.  For the moment, however, the device had chosen for me, and I had no choice but to complete the mandate…one month sucking cock willingly, and also being force to suck cock, at times, to my utter humiliation.
I awoke naked and on my knees…stunned and horrified to find a largre cock servicing my mouth.  My mouth was being fucked forcefully, and I was unable to do anything to stop it.
My head was held tightly while my oral cavity was being violated, and I could smell the hard peter and swinging balls, which slapped against my chin repeatedly.

I was actually enjoying the experience, and found myself craving a meal of semen.  I was in a large room cramed with ten or fifteen horny and naked men, each stroking their stiff cock waiting their turn for my mouth. My craving for dick was intense.
Soon the male held my head firmly, and jerked forward, pumping a thick glob of semen into my mouth.  I swallowed it quickly, gulping down the mess, and several more wads of scum splattered to the back of my throat, where I swallowed them greedily.  He pulled his spent pecker out of my mouth and another was shoved in immediately.
Again my open mouth was fucked mercilessly, and as several more men gathered closeby, he took his large thick peter and slapped my face with it several times. I tried to suck it while he was doing this but he withheld it from me making me beg before feeding me his dick.  Two other dicks were rubbing my face now waiting for the sucking they needed.

I went from one pecker to the other sucking dick, and was degraded as I did so, being called cocksucker constantly as I ate weiner.  Time after time a new peter was shoved into my open mouth, and after awhile the whole thing became one hot and horny blur of sucking smelly dicks and gulping mouthfuls of hot dickwad.
I swallowed what must have been fifteen loads of pecker juice, and still craved cock in my mouth. My face was an absolute mess, covered completely with thick white seminal scum

The group of satisfied men left the room suddenly, and just as I was about to get to my feet another group of equally horny and naked males walked in.  I kneeled there licking my lips and eating the cum around my mouth, and I could see their faces light up when they looked at me down and dirty there.
They formed a circle around me quickly, each playing with a hard dripping prick, and again subjected my poor mouth to an unspeakably raunchy blow session, during which I became so hot I moaned and grunted during each ejaculation in my mouth.  Two cocks at a time would spit their nasty load on my face and in my mouth, and the more cum I was fed, the more I craved to eat.
After a long and filthy session of suck and swallow, I had eaten fifteen more wads of slime, and the funky taste of semen filled my mouth and stomach.  I belched involuntarily from the large meal of dong scuz, and the acrid aroma of semen whifted through my nostrils.
After that two guards came in and tied my hands behind me and took me to a resting cubicle where I was released for the time being.
I sat there alone, my head swimming, and knew that I had no choice but to endure the month of torment.  Actually, real time, no more than a few hours would have passed as I lay on my own bed sleeping.  Weird but true!  I vowed over and over again to pick and choose my sexual worlds from now on…and I would spend blissful hours fucking pretty women and doing my thing in their mouth, instead of this.
After awhile they came for me again, and this time I was taken to a bathroom and tied, hands behind, near a urinal.  I shuddered to think what would come next, but vowed to endure it and get the whole dreadful experience over with.

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God, this is the first trip we (me and my master) are taking.  We have talked about this for sometime, but needed to wait till the timing was right, and today is the day.
As we drive out of town, just having small talk and listening to the cd, we had been on the road for about 2 hours. You strumming your thumbs on the steering wheel, me stretched out with my back up against the door, legs fully extended, one under your thigh rubbing that super cock and those large balls of yours. My other foot resting on your shoulder, gently moving around your ear and neck.  My cunt is staring at you from the opening of my pulled up skirt. My nipples are hard and tender as I lick my fingers, bring them up and out of my low neck shirt. Rubbing them is sending shivers down my belly. My bud is sticking out now, juice is starting to drip, as I stick my fingers in there, lightly trusting them in and out, only to bring that jiuce up to my clit and start rubbing and pinching, pulling, ohhhh it feels so nice. You love watching me masterbate. Your cock is hard and throbbing from my foot and from watching me play with myself. Your mind is going nuts, you want to feel that wet, hot, pulsating pussy clamping around that big, robust cock of yours. You can’t take anymore of this, up the road you see a turn off, you pull in.  As you shut off the truck, your hand goes up my leg, grabs my cunt and not so gently you massage it. I move my legs, change positions and put that cock of yours into my mouth. I take it slow at first, then deeper and deeper until you are moaning and thrusting, it into my throat.  You open the door, pull me by my legs until I am just outside the door. As I turn around and put my arms on the seat, you release that johnson from it’s restraints. Shoving that now enormous cock of yours deep into my hot, waiting cunt. Thrusting in and out, harder and harder, until you explode deep inside the well. We get back into the truck, this time I drive and you snooze dreaming of that killer pussy that you will get again soon.

We are about 2 miles from out destination. You wake, reach over and start to play with my nipples, sticking your fingers up my cunt that is wet from the toy I had resting against it vibrating as I drove. You are making me so horny. As we enter the city, I see the park where we had planned to have lunch. I park the truck under the trees, boy is it beautiful, a gorgeous spring day. The sun is oh, so warm and soothing. We can hear birds chirping, and the sounds of a waterfall from the pond just a yard or two away from the bench where we are sitting. The traffic is lazily going by. As we sit there, just watching, listening, you casually slip your hand up my shirt and tenderly squeeze my hard brown puppies. Making them so hard, I just lean back and enjoy the sensation that is flowing through my body. I discreetly start stroking your cock, making it bulge profusely. As I make your cock super hard, you slip your hand between my legs and start rubbing my tender bud.  As my cunt begins to weep and the bud is ripe for the picking, I slowly slouch down just slightly so you can stick your fingers into an extremely hot, wet, pussy, while rubbing my clit with your thumb. As you start to move your fingers in and out, increasing your thrusting, until I cum, and it is dripping down your fingers onto your wrist. God that was sooo good. With a sigh of satisfaction, I lay out, on the bench, facing you, head on your lap. I ease out that hard throbbing cock and start to run my tongue up and down your shaft. I take the head into my mouth and make circles with it.  As you sit up straight, I take you fully into my mouth. Nibbling, sucking, taking it deeper and deeper each time. My throat is closing on the head as you reach the very back. You are rubbing and squeezing my ass as I suck harder taking you all the way back, until you finally give that one last thrust that sends your cum deep into my throat. I swallow and suck until I have all of your juice gushing down my clutching throat, feeding the hunger my belly longed to taste. With lunch over and both of us very satisfied we start our journey home.

- The End -

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Brad’s driver drove Anne and Cloe to their respective apartments while he tended to Sara. Her permanent master would come for her in the morning and she was in no condition to see anyone at the moment. He lowered her to the floor and revived her by turning cold water from a hose on her limp body. Sara was not in agony but her tits hurt and her arms ached from hanging so long. The cold water not only revived Sara but it made her nipples stand out hard and long. Brad spread a lotion on her skin after he had unstrapped her wrists from the bar from which she had been suspended. He knew from her peaceful expression that she was a contented woman.
“Would it please you to fuck me again Sir?” she asked without a trace of guile. With that question she turned to him and found his cock with her mouth. Within moments he was hard again. She straddled him and slipped his cock in her. She rubbed her tits and felt the welt he had put there. She was aroused once again herself and began to ride him gently. His eyes gave her the permission she needed to bring her to a long awaited release.
“Were your girl friends properly educated, Sir?” she queried at last. Satisfied with Brad’s answer to that question, Sara said,  “how old are the girls if I may ask?” Brad said they were both 23 years old and that he was sure they had learned a great deal from her about the nature of a compliant and highly energized and sensuous woman.
“My Master would be gratified to know that you were satisfied with me Sir, and that I serviced you in each of the three pleasure holes I have; one of which you haven’t even as yet used. If it pleases you Sir, would you consider fucking my ass now?”
Without waiting for a verbal response, Sara saw in his eyes once again that her initiative would indeed be welcomed and bring him pleasure. She rearranged herself so that she was on her knees with her tits pressed against the cold marble floor. The pain from the caned welt on her full, natural, tits was underscored by the coldness of the marble. Brad told her to reach behind her and pull her ass cheeks wide apart and to ask him again to invade her ass. She responded quickly to his command.
“Sir, if it pleases you, I would be happy to have you fill my ass with your wonderful cock. And, I know my Master would be pleased as well” she said. He was as hard as he ever and in one thrust pushed deep into her ass. She groaned a bit but settled into a gentle rocking motion with the aim of draining out of him whatever was left of his semen load.

When he was finished with her ass, Brad had Sara stand before him naked and again burning with desire. He told her to sit on his lap facing away from him with his cock up her cunt. She was to  rub her clit with her fingers slowly until she climaxed. He held her tits tightly and squeezed her nipples between his fingers hard as she worked herself to another memorable orgasm.
“Tell your Master you were a wonderful sex toy for me and my friends and that I think he is a lucky man. If he ever needs anyone to take care of you again during his absence, tell him I’m always ready. I’m sure he will be able to tell just by looking at your body that you served us well and that your bruises and welts were not for disobedience but that we just found you so darn satisfying.”
“Sir, may I speak freely?” she asked. Brad told her to stand before him and to be careful but that she could say what was on her mind.
“Sir, let me tell you that your two girlfriends are quite beautiful with powerhouse figures. The blond has wonderfully high and full boobs and the brunette has extraordinary legs and a tight, curvaceous ass. Quite a pair I’d say. And, I didn’t sense any competitiveness between them for your attention Sir. I only hope they will bring you the pleasure you need and that they service you satisfactorily when you require it.”
Brad smiled and kissed her and bit both of her nipples hard.
His driver had come back from dropping off the two girls and was ready to take Sara back to her permanent master. She was a very happy slave girl albeit a little worse for wear.

For Brad the next two weeks went quickly and smoothly. Of course almost everything went smoothly for Brad. He was eager to embark on his new career in California and to take on a different life style — one in which he would be Master to two beautiful women, unless of course they changed their mind about that since the last time he saw them.
He told his driver his plan for picking up the girls if they wanted to join him. The driver was to get to the museum early and wait out of sight for the girls to appear at the steps to the museum. He was to wait until 6 a.m. If no one showed up he was to call him immediately and be prepared to leave and return the car to the rental service. He would be paid by mail. If one or both girls showed up he was to call him on his car phone and read the words on the cards the girl or girls were to wear around their neck. If cleared by Brad, he was to bring one or both of them to the family yacht as quickly as traffic would allow. Brad would be waiting for a call.
Brad had arranged for the yacht to have a female cook, a first and second mate, two female deck hands and a male captain. He knew the captain from previous encounters and knew the deck hands would not only be top notch sailors, but also would be highly energized and erotic women. He arrived at the yacht on the evening of the 12th to inspect the ship and the crew. The deck hands were stunning. The captain had them at attention when he came aboard. They were dressed in very high cut shorts and bolero shirts tied tightly under their tits.  He could see their nipples pressing against the tight shirts. Both women wore white cotton socks and white deck shoes.
The captain introduced them as Mimi and Fifi. They certainly were not French, but the captain explained they were twins who were bisexual and involved in submissive and dominate sex play. The captain assured him that the hands were willing to please him and his guests and that the cook would make sure they were served only the best meals while at sea. The captain’s male mates were strong and experienced sailors and would take care of the fine vessel as if it were theirs. Brad was not disappointed at what he found. Now he awaited the early morning call.
Stan. the driver, noticed a slim blond woman approach the steps of the museum from the river side. She had with her one bag and what appeared to be a sign of some sort tucked under her arm. A few minutes later, another woman with long darker hair came toward the museum as well carrying the same type of small bag and a sign. When the girls got near each other they embraced and kissed.. They appeared to be happy. Stan dialed Brads cell number and told him what had transpired. Brad directed the driver to drive slowly toward the girls. The girls were to hold their signed messages in public view for as long as the driver could stall.
The two girls saw the limo approach the Art Museum and held their signs up for the driver to read. He slowed down to a virtual crawl. The signs indicating their desire to be Brad’s sex slave were now visible to everyone on the broad public avenue at the time. The girls shifted their weight from one foot to the other while the limo moved ever more slowly toward them. A police car seemed to slow down too as the limo finally stopped in front of the them.
Stan, came to open the passenger side door for the women. He placed the signs and their bags in the spacious trunk. Stan called Brad from outside the car and told him how events had unfolded and was instructed to bring the girls to the dock at once. The girls had publicly signaled their devotion to Brad and were now together on the road to refining their education and sophistication as  submissives. They were curious about the contents of the sport bag they found on the floor of the car but did not touch it.
As the limo approached the New Jersey side of the Delaware, Stan spoke into the microphone connected to speakers in the passenger compartment. He told the girls Brad had instructed him to tell them that if they had underwear on they were to remove it and throw it out the car windows. He added that the windows of the passenger compartment had been specially treated so that they could not see out and that onlookers could not see in. Further, the retractable window that separated him from them was likewise specially treated. Both girls drew down their side windows and let their skimpy thong panties flutter away in the breeze. Without instruction. they slipped up their skirts and sat bare assed on the fine leather seats of the limo.

Moments later, Stan again interrupted their thoughts from the intercom in the limo. He told them that they would find a duffle bag of sex toys and tools in the compartment. They were to have a lesson which would improve their fellatio skills. Two dildoes were in the bag for them to use. It was Brad’s intent that each of them should begin with mouth stretching exercises and then move on to improving their ability to take a cock deeply in their throat. Stan said that this particular exercise would last for thirty minutes with a ten minute break at the end of the first ten minutes. The girls eyed each other with eager anticipation and let the fun begin.
No sooner had they begun their first ten minute exercise, Stan’s voice came into the compartment. He said, “Now girls, I don’t want you to touch anything or anyplace that you know is off limits. And you know what I mean!” His voice was stern and they knew perfectly well what he meant.
At the end of the thirty minutes, Stan instructed the girls to put on high, stiff leather, neck collars which they found in the tote bag. The collars held their chin up and had the effect of actually improving their posture. The collars had several “D” rings placed at intervals around the middle which could be used to secure the girl in place or as a means of leading them on a leash. They had seen such collars on their previous trips to New York sex clubs and just the thought of wearing them gave them an increased sense of subjugation.
Once the collars were in place, Stan told them to completely undress except for their high heels. They were then to put on a soft leather bondage hood which was also in the bag. These full head coverings had permanently installed penis gags and were attached around the neck over the neck collar with buckle straps. The helmets had a removable blindfold and an opening for breathing.
When their heads were properly hooded and buckled, Stan told the girls to again reach into the  bag and take out  a tube of hygienic lubricant. They were to apply the jelly generously in their ass and cunt. He then told them to take a leather belt with two dildos out of the bag and apply jelly to the dildos themselves which were fastened to a small strap. The girls knew what was coming next and without direction began to insert the dildos in their ass and cunt and to encircle their waists with the big belt which held the smaller dildo belt snugly between their legs.
“You are almost ready to meet Brad” said the driver. “But, first, he wants you to attach a set of  clips to your nipples then secure your wrists behind you with the handcuffs you will find in the bag.”  When Stan heard the final clicks of the handcuffs snap around their wrists he told the girls to sit back and keep their legs spread wide for the rest of the trip.
The girls sensed that they were coming to the yacht basin since the limo was making turns and slowing down more frequently. They were at the same time nervous and excited. Their three pleasure holes were stretched and eager for service.
The limo made an easy stop and both doors in the passenger compartment sprung open almost immediately. The girls could not see but they knew there were several people greeting them other than the driver; their hearts raced with excitement.
“Mimi this one is for you and Fifi, this one is for you.” They recognized Brads voice and their respective pulses took another leap. Who were they being handed over to all bound up and what was going to happen to them?
Fifi said, “Well honey, aren’t you a vision? Brad’s got great taste in broads now doesn’t he? And what a wonderful set of cans you have. Just remember to keep them pointed high and proud all the time and they won’t be punished as much as they might be otherwise. Cloe could feel a leash being attached to her collar and she was tugged out of the car.
Mimi introduced herself and said she already knew about Anne’s world class legs and ass and was eager to go to work on her cunt. She also remarked that Anne had strong, well defined, thigh and calf muscles which she felt would see a good deal of ,”treatment.” as he put it. Cloe likewise was pulled from the car by a leash attached to her collar.

The deck hands were careful to make sure the girls did not misstep in their high heels as they were tugged along gently up the gangplank onto the yacht. Brad took each girl by the arm as they approached the end of the gangplank and assisted them on board. When the girls were safely inside the yacht and in the stateroom set aside for the voyage, the deck hands bound their arms behind them tightly at the elbows and wrists and unlocked their handcuffs. The girls were then suspended to the overhead beam by a chain attached to a “D” ring in the tip of their hoods as the yacht slowly shifted out to open waters..
The deck hands removed the tit clips from the girls. It was clear that their nipples were hard and sore but this only prompted the hands to suck and bite each aching nub. The girls were placed tit-to-tit facing each other. Clips, on six inch chains, were fastened again to their opposing nipples. A movement from one would create a painful tug on both. They heard the yacht motors rev up even more and the ship moved more forcefully in the water.
They knew they had made the right decision by meeting the limo at the Art museum while at the same time they were not quite sure what was in store for them. What they did know for sure was that they would be in for the time of their life with Brad Mussleman in charge.

To Be Continued…