Chapter 1

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….

Having made several obscene voyages using my strange alien object, I became highly addicted to the wonderfully nasty sex trips and found myself once again lying on my bed ready to begin another adventure.

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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God how I miss being with you. The way my head feels when I lay beside you and put it on your chest.  Your own personal scent that lingers in my head long after I leave.  The way your fingers felt as you lightly ran them on my arm and back as I lay there, sending shivers of delight down my spine.  Just the feel of your body as I put my hand on your chest and traced every inch, every hair with my fingers and palm.  The sensation my lips got when I kissed your neck, nibbled your ears, sucked on your nipples and felt your pleasure and desire.  The pleasure that ran through my body when your hands and mouth caressed, nibbled and bit my breasts.  Making them hard and actually at times giving me a great orgasm.

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 having found a strange artifact, possibly alien, near the entrance of a mine cave-in, I began to learn of the object’s ability to transport me mentally to any given world of sexual preference merely by reading my mind.  In the process I would lie on my bed…mentally select the exact destination, and then be taken there for a given time period.
I found that although I might spend a considerable amount of time at my destination, only a few minutes would have passed in my real state, lying on the bed.
I had invented a novel form of travel in which I had merely to read the title of sexual activity on the door and open it to begin my adventure. Once inside the room I would be committed to fulfill my selected time interval there, once the door had closed…there was no turning back.
After returning from my initial ‘Hyper Voyage’ into the realm of the artifact’s influence, I decided to be more selective about my choice of destination…that is, unless I was really feeling horny enough to want to risk a ‘random voyage’ again.
I had wound up in ‘cocksucker world’…a sexual world in which I was forced to service an endless array of male hardware for a full month ‘voyage time’.

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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Master, remember me always.
It seems like eons ago, since we last touched: Remember this always, never forget:
How just by the site of me, your juices were flowing and your desires to fuck me were uncontrollable. The suttle vibrations that went to your groin as I suckled your ear lobe, gently swirling my tongue in your ear, lightly plunging it in and out as your cock would in my cunt.
The hunger for more as I took your nipples and sucked them until the nipples were hard and throbbing sending shivers down to your balls, ohhhhh the anticipation of what was to cum. To feel me trailing kisses and running my tongue down your belly, as your cock started to stiffen. The utter longing for me to take your cock into my mouth and suck the life back into it. my mouth so hot and wet, drawing your cock deeper and deeper into my throat.
The movement of my lips as they ran up and down your shaft. Going down until the head is all the way in. The way my gag reflex made my throat close around the end sending you crazy and thrusting it harder and harder. Wanting it to go deeper and deeper. At the same time, my cunt would shoot cum out and down your hand as you finger fucked my cunt, still thrusting your cock deeper into my throat. Spasms clamping on the head of your cock, cunt shooting cum. The feel of the hot cum dripping as your fingers fucked me.

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.

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Chapter 3 — The Early Voyage

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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.

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As I entered our bedroom, there you are, I can tell by the look in your eyes that your mind was just a turning. What am I in for this morning.
As I undress and get into bed you start to tell me what you had decided.  Even though you love making and watching me cum, you had decided that today, NO MATTER WHAT, I am only allowed to cum once you have entered me.  If I cum at any other time I would be punished, each time the punishment will be more than the one before.  I could tell by your look that you were going to thoroughly enjoy this day.  You know you will be able to punish me several times, because you also know just how to make me cum with barely a touch.
As you take my nipples in your mouth and start to nibble, suck, ohhh, just feeling your moist tongue flicking the ends was sending ripples through out my body.  Your fingers are gently squeezing my other nipple, God,I was in trouble. You continue to squeeze, suck, nibble, I start to raise my chest wanting more. Wanting it to go on for ever.
Just as I was about to groan and CUM, you bit down hard enough, stopping that wonderfull sensation, knowing that you also made it more sensitive then before.
Leaving that bitten tit you move your mouth to the next one. Taking that brown end into your mouth, sucking, biting, flicking it with your tongue.  Knowing I was not far from one more orgasam, You take the other one between your finger tips and pinch, harder each time I push my breast into your face.  Again I start to moan, trying to hold back the climax that is building, threatening to send cum dripping out of my cunt. Oh god, toooo late, I feel the juice outside my cunt as you clamp your teeth on the nipple and pull, bringing a scream of pain and delight from my throat. With both breasts swollen, red and definitely aroused you have me go down to take that awesome cock between my waiting hot, moist lips.

How I love making it hard and have you thrust it deep into my throat. To feel it close around the head as I gag and fight for air.  Already I was wet again, and I had only thought about it. Ouch, god that ass smack stung(the first of many to come)for cum-ing. As I draw you into my mouth, sucking harder, firmer and deeper with each suck and release, I feel my rosey bud being stroked, sticking out, sending shivers through out my body.  I can not hold back, cum was running out all over your fingers.  You take that cum and wipe it oall over my ass. Taking your cock out of my mouth, you lay me across it, where I receive two hard wacks from the paddle bringing tears to my eyes, and erotic shocks through my groin. With a red ass and wet cheeks I take that cock again into my mouth, how I love the feel of it deep inside. I am again sucking, nibbling just a little, wanting ohhhh so much more.  I open my mouth wide and let that huge cock go straight back, feeling it deep in the back I start to suck. You have your fingers up my cunt and I am fucking them as hard as you are thrusting your cock into my throat.  I feel it start to close around your head.  Trying not to cum, I fight for air, fucking your fingers, I can’t stop, the climax is out of control. I squirt my cum and it literally runs down your fingers, off your wrist on to the bed.
Once again I am placed over your cock, ass in the air.  This time the wacks leave welts and me screaming, promising to hold back.

Knowing that I am soooo horny and can’t control anything anymore , you lay me on my back, take your tongue and proceed to rub my clit with it, driving me crazy. I am pushing my clit and cunt into your face. Just dying to have you suck it, instead you take it between your teeth and bite knowing at that percise time I was cum-ing.  Moaning and gritting my teeth from pain and pleasure, you finally suck it.  Sending a huge wave of ecstasy through my body.  Bringing your fingers up, inserting them into a cunt so wet a sponge would be dripping. I had cum again, you clamped your choppers on my clit and pulled it through, making me scream with pleasure. You start thrusting your fingers in and out of my cunt making me fuck them, squeezing my cunt muscles onto them as you move them. Cum is all over and puddling on the bed.  Taking that cum and wiping all over my belly and lips. Making me taste what I have wasted.  You bring my knees up high, making me hold them to the side as you whip my clit, so many times that the inside of my thighs now have small welts. For one brief second you place a kiss on each one and start to suck my rosey, red bud, until I moan from the electrifing sensations.
finally you allow me to sit on that engorged cock of yours. Filling my cunt I start to fuck it.  God how dam good it feels. your hands are nicely rubbing my nipples, drawing that awesome sensation through out my body. Making me fuck you harder and faster. You feel the cum on the end of your cock, taking a nipple in each hand you twist and pull until I scream, pushing your hands away.
Now I have to be placed with my hands behind my back. I am aching all over. My tits are so tender, blowing on them would make me cum.  My ass is so red and welted that I keep fucking just so it does not hit down on your legs.  My clit is out so far I feel it will pop throught the skin soon. But I have this marvellous cock deep inside and I am fucking it, loving the feel of it as I move up and down.

Your fingers are rubbing and lightly pulling on my clit.  I have now held back at least three orgasms, and my climax is really starting to mount. It is getting extreemly hard to keep control.
Finally you are overwhelmed from making me cum all those times, you ease me off, put me on my hands and knees. Driving your massive, throbbing cock so deep I can feel you hitting the back side of my clit. Making me thrust my ass back at you meeting each drive with such urgency.  As you clutch my sides and pull me in for one last deep thrust we both explode simultaneously. I continue to fuck you, drawing out every last morsel of your juice. With our combined cum deep inside of me, I squeeze and hold it in while you pull out and collapse on the bed.  Having this insatiable need to taste you, I place my mouth on your now soft , luscious cock, sucking it clean.  I keep our succulent juice and being the good bitch that I am, I give you a deep kiss so that we can share what our two bodies created.

– The End –

Chapter 2 — New Experiences for a New Life

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Cloe and Anne had each been to Brads fashionable Philadelphia townhouse near The University of Pennsylvania on many occasions but never had they been there together. He had invited them there now that all the festivities surrounding their graduation were over and their parents had gone home. The girls had made it clear to everyone that they were joining Musselman Group as Brads assistants and that they were excited to get started on their new careers which would keep them on the go and out of touch for prolonged periods of time.

The door to the townhouse was answered by a strikingly good looking women in a revealing French styled maids outfit. The woman appeared to be a few years older than themselves. She invited the girls inside and introduced herself as “slave sara.” The frankness and straightforwardness of Sara’s pattern of speech took Cloe and Anne by surprise as they had not expected Brad to be involved with any other women. Sara could see that the girls were hesitant regarding her presence in the house and rushed to add that her permanent master had asked Brad to keep her for a few days while he was traveling. She was to provide service for the house that evening.
Sara said Brad would join them soon and that they were free to check out the house but to remember the packers and movers were scheduled to arrive within a day or two since he would be selling the property. Sara stood at attention in the doorway to the room averting her eyes from the two young women. Brad looked dashing as he entered the room and kissed each girl ardently. He remarked to Anne that she should study Sara carefully as she was the type of women he had in mind as the maid at the mansion in California.
Brad told Sara to stand in the middle of the room with her hands clasped over her head. He reached under her short skirt and slipped her white cotton panties down over her hips until they fell to the floor. He expertly helped Anne inspect Sara’s legs, cunt, and ass. He asked Anne to stimulate Sara’s clit  while she stood still with her legs wide spread. After a few minutes Brad nodded to Anne to indicated that he was satisfied with Sara’s obedience and submission. He then told Sara to leave the room and serve the first course for the evenings meal. With eyes still averted and on shaky legs Sara moved quickly at Brad’s command.

When the three of them were seated at the intimate round table set for them, Sara brought the first course. Brad reached under Sara’s short skirt and began to fondle the tight globes of her ass. She again stood still as he took pleasure with her. He asked Anne, now that she had inspected Sara’s clitoris, whether she thought she or Sara had the most prominent clit when aroused. Anne saw Sara blush and knew Brad was intentionally taunting her in front of other women. She decided to assist Brad in his attempt at humiliation of the submissive slave; and said that while Sara was indeed well equipped in the clit department, that her own aroused clit, was definitely larger. Brad ordered Sara under the table to examine Anne’s clit with her tongue. Then she was to tell him privately if she thought Anne was exaggerating or telling the truth.

While Sara was using her tongue as she had been instructed, Brad broached the subject which was really on his mind. He wanted to have the girls join him on the family yacht for a cruise down the east coast, through the Caribbean Islands, through the Panama Canal, and up the west coast to a port convenient to the family estates in Southern California. He told the girls he didn’t want them to pack much of their own possessions as he would provide what they needed when they got to his new home. He winked and said that they would only need a few personal items such as make up and several bikinis for the trip. Anne was only half paying attention but eventually both she and Cloe said that they were most agreeable to whatever Brad had in mind. for them.
It seemed to Brad that Sara was having as much fun as Anne so he shut down their festivities by telling Sara to get off her knees and bring in the main course. Anne’s eyes were at half staff, her breathing shallow, she had slumped in her chair, and she seemed a bit shaken. Cloe was somewhat envious and Brad nodded to her that her time would soon come; and it did.
After they had finished the wine and meal, Brad followed Sara into the kitchen and asked her directly which of the two girls had the most prominent clit when aroused. Sara did not hesitate; Anne was definitely the winner of that competition.  Of course Brad already knew this to be the case as he had already made that discovery on his own many months before. And, Sara was quick to add that she herself could not hold a candle to the well constructed Anne.
Brad removed Sara’s starched head piece, apron, skirt, blouse, and bra and left her naked except for her neck choker, high heels and thigh high hose. He reached for her nipples; she responded eagerly by pressing them upward to him. He pinched each nipple hard until he sensed that he was having the desired effect on her. Then he led her, on a leash, into the dining room. The girls were excited to see Sara, walking naked, eyes downcast on a leash. She held her hands behind her which accentuated her submission and kept her breasts jutting tautly forward. Brad stood behind Sara and handled her breasts and nipples vigorously.
Eventually, he whispered in her ear and asked her what kind of slave she was. Sara responded, “Master, I am a cock sucking, cunt lapping, pain slut. I am available for any punishment you think I deserve and for any pleasure you believe I can give. My permanent Master expects me to serve you and your guests perfectly at all times and do anything that pleases you, Sir. My reward will be to know that my permanent Master, you and your lady guests here are fully satisfied with my services and behavior.”
Brad told Sara to push herself into a corner of the main room with her back to the corner. She was to put her head back against the corner of the walls and arch her tits high. She was to sit on her heels with her legs spread apart. She was to hold her nipples tightly until he was ready for her again.
He mentioned to Cloe and Anne that they both could learn quite a bit about female submission from  watching Sara as she was a finely trained sex slave. He wanted them to ask her questions about her daily life as a slave and about the treatment she received from her master. No question was off limits; Sara would tell them anything they wanted to know.
The girls were quite aroused at the sight of Sara kneeling naked and fully exposed. Brad, for that matter, was already in full erection. He approached Sara and slipped his big hard-on into her expectant mouth. Sara was very skilled with her mouth and by reputation could take a cock down her throat without gagging. Brad let her work on the tip of his shaft with her tongue and lips and then he began to inch it further back into her mouth. Sara took a deep breath and opened her throat muscles inviting  Brad to push his cock deeply in her throat. She knew he was going to ejaculate and looked him in the eye to tell him that she was ready. With that assurance, Brad erupted. Sara swallowed several times without loosing her grip of cock.

The girls were told that what they had just witnessed included some but not all of what would also be expected of them in the future. Their eyes widened at the prospect and silently wondered if they could ever pass muster on that score. Brad merely indicated that practice with his cock would make them perfect and that he would provide them many opportunities to become as expert at sucking cock as was Sara.
Brad had Sara rise and bend over of one of the low backed lounge chairs in the room. He kicked her still sheathed legs apart. Sara knew from his demeanor that she was going to be whipped and fucked. As Brad began to spank her, he mentioned to the girls that it would be his normal practice to spank them, or have them spanked, before each fucking session from then on. He told Sara to remain stoic and silent for the spanking. Her tightly curved ass began to redden. His cock was ready to go again and he pressed it into her sloppy cunt in one quick move. She gasped but said “Sir, if it suits you, please go on spanking my ass hard while you fuck me. As hard as if might please you, Sir.” Then as she felt his thrusts get more energetic and powerful, she said “Master, do I have your permission to come to orgasm now?”  The girls were both troubled and excited as he denied her request. What mastery he had over her and what control she had over her body. They were in awe at the scene they were witnessing.
He told Anne to lay on the floor with a pillow under her hips and to spread her legs wide for Sara’s soft mouth. She was then given permission to climax at will. Sara responded eagerly to the task but to urge her on Brad again began to whip her ass, this time with a twenty thonged whip. Anne had mixed emotions as she had never been involved in the fine art of cunnilingus in her life. That notwithstanding, she came to a thunderous climax and collapsed in a deep sweat.
While still in her high heels and hose, Sara was taken into Brad’s very large, marbled tiled bathroom. At the flick of a switch a motor lowered a four foot wide bar which had been hidden from view in a narrow, hinged and hidden slot in the ceiling. Attached to each end of the bar was a customized leather wrist cuff. Brad secured each wrist into a cuff so that her arms were just about a shoulder width apart. As the bar was retracted by the push-button motor, Sara’s body  was pulled taut and stretched upward until she was barely standing on her tip toes.
He told Anne she was to whip Sara from the waist down, all except her cunt. Cloe was to whip her from the waist up including her arm’s. She was to concentrate on Sara’s breasts and nipples. For her part Sara was to continue to look at her own reflection in the large mirrors embedded along the walls of the room. She was to witness her punishment at the hands of other women. She could cry or scream and ask for mercy but it wasn’t likely that Brad would let the girls ease up on her. Brad would allow the whipping to go along until he was satisfied the girls had learned at least a little something about whipping a bound and naked women with a variety of whips; then he would finish the job on her himself.
At regular intervals one of the girls rested while the other wailed away at their section of Sara’s body. Cloe often sucked Sara’s nipples to make them long and hard, then she would whip them with a slapper well suited to the task. At first, Sara seemed defiant and hollered for Cloe to whip her tits harder. At last, Sara cried and whimpered under her harsh punishment.
Anne was not at all familiar with the use of whips or other spanking tools. Brad guided her along as she whipped Sara’s calf’s, inner and outer thighs, and her ass. Sara found another emotional and mental space in which to endure the stinging strokes which Anne rained down on her. Brad took the time to inspect Sara’s cunt along the way and repeatedly reinforced Anne’s efforts by telling her that, if cunt lubrication was any indication,  Sara was enjoying her whipping.
At length, when Sara was afire from the stinging slaps of the whips, Brad himself retrieved a thin white English style cane. He made Sara look at the cane; she shuddered knowing the pain the unpleasant implement would bring. Brad touched her ass just at the middle where it rounded nicely. He backed off a bit then swung; the snap and welt appeared almost instantly and Sara jerked wildly in her bonds. Then he hit her twice on the front of both thighs and again just below where her buttocks met her upper leg. She shrieked in pain and fainted dead away when his final stroke cut her across both breasts.
Brad was unaffected by the sight of the unconscious slave and told the two girls to freshen up and bring their underwear to him on the double. When they came to him he said he was proud of them for their participation in the nights pleasures. He said they had just started their elementary education in the trials and travails of being a sex slave. He told them to once again examine poor Sara still hanging by her wrists, well whipped and caned. He ordered them not to talk to each other or to anyone else about what they had just seen but rather to think hard an long about what it might be like for them to be his sex slave.
He told them they could still back out of his offer to come with him to California. And if they did not feel ready to give him pleasure and to endure his punishments as they had witnessed that night it would be quite fine with him. If, on the other hand, they still were determined to be with him, they should tidy up their personal affairs, sell what they could, and pack a light bag. If either or both of them were still interested, they were to make a seven word sign in black marker which would read “I Want To Be Brad’s Sex Slave!”
This sign was to be draped across their naked tits for two hours every day for the  next two weeks in the privacy of their own apartment. If they changed their mind they could get rid of the sign. But, if they wanted to proceed after two weeks, they were to sign it and arrive at the Philadelphia Museum of Art no later than 5:55 a.m. Friday the 13th with their bag and sign in hand.
He told them that when they saw a large gun metal gray limo approach them they were to put the sign around their neck and get in the car. The driver would take them to a private dock somewhere in New Jersey where the family yacht would be waiting for them..  He kissed them both gently on the lips, patted their bottoms tenderly and told them to think carefully about what they wanted to do.

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