Chapter 134
The Sex Shoppe

It was almost two p.m. before Dina and Bobby returned from the mall, the three slaves in tow. Somehow, given the company, Belle hadn't even thought about slipping her bonds; the whole thing had just seemed unthinkable. Besides, it was an adventure, something she'd been lacking. Dina paraded the women into the den in matching short wraparound dresses and strap sandals. Rick 'checked Mandi's dress for fit' which consisted mainly of palming one of her breasts through the bodice and sliding his hand under the skirt, prompting Robert to accord the older women the same treatment. "This is great, Dina!" Robert approved, "Just the thing for travel!" Turning to his pair of slaves, he directed, "Let's go, girls, we've an errand to run." He turned and let the pair back toward the door they had entered through moments before.

Rick raised an eyebrow and nodded toward the retreating group, "Git! Since you want to play, I need to get you toys, too!" He shook his head as Mandi looked pleased and turned to dash after her sisters in bondage. The whole thing was frankly unfathomable to him, but it seemed to be general in the local female population... Maybe he'd have to do some serious work on his world-view, after all.

There was a jam-up at the car; order of precedence had yet to be established. Robert thought about letting Merry drive, but he enjoyed it too much. How to organize... He looked at Rick, who had stumbled upon the same problem. He didn't really want to sit up front, but... "Oops!" Merry exclaimed, "I'll be right back, Master!" She turned to leave.

Robert frowned, "And where do you think you're going?" If it was a bathroom run, he'd make her pee in the grass in the front yard!

Merry stopped dead and went to kneel before him. "I almost forgot my punishment book, Master," she muttered diffidently, "I needed it last time..."

"Oh." Robert thought about it. "Run and get it. You remembered in time for it not to be an issue, so I'll make no entries. And bring my laptop and the memory card - I almost forgot them in my rush to be away." Turning to Rick, he offered, "Why don't you take Belle and Mandi into the back seat?"

Rick nodded, "Okay." The idea suited him, just fine.

Robert eyed Belle, who was showing just a touch of nervousness. "You knew Belle in another life, didn't you, Son?"

Rick eyed Belle, and embarrassment surfaced under the study, "Yeah, now that you mention it."

Robert pretended indifference. "Why don't you give her a thorough examination? I'm trying to decide how long to keep her..."

Rick flashed a glance at Mandi that started out a request for approval, but ended up as a non-verbal 'You asked for it!' as he remembered himself. Mandi schooled her expression; she HAD asked for it. Now she would pay the piper! Not that she was any too worried over Belle...

Rick waved Belle into the car. "How thorough, Pop?" he asked as he slid in behind her, deliberately crowding her against the door as he beckoned Mandi to follow.

Robert shrugged, "Whatever circumstances appear to dictate."

Rick pondered this; Belle did, too. The fact that Robert would pass responsibility for her to his teenage son in such a blasé fashion was both exciting and horrifying! And the younger Nellis male was obviously an accomplished lover - one look at Mandi told you that...

Rick decided (correctly) that his father's intent was to dollop on some embarrassment and humiliation to Belle's lot. As Merry slid breathlessly into the front seat under her burdens, Rick turned to Belle, "Well? Open up the dress..." As Robert backed the car out of the driveway, Belle shakily undid the outer and inner ties, allowing the dress to gape open, revealing her complete lack of underclothing. Rick smiled into her eyes as he deliberately manipulated both of her heavy breasts, teasing the nipples, then slid a hand over the slight bulge of her belly to probe at her vagina. "Spread your legs!" Belle did so; it seemed that she had lubricated instantly - the finger slid right in. "She's a bit more robustly built than Mum," Rick mused, "What do you plan to do with her?"

"A good question," Robert replied, glancing up in the rearview mirror. "Unlike you, I'm past the point where I require a half-dozen nubile females to keep my testosterone level down. I squandered that period pretty well..."

Merry surprised everyone present by suddenly bursting into tears! "I'm so sorry, Master!" she wailed, then draped herself across the seat so she could extract and nurse on Robert's cock, sniffling.

Robert played with her curls, murmuring, "Well, you didn't know any better..."

"Well, having her around WOULD provide a little novelty," Rick allowed, pretending to ignore the uproar in the front seat, "but Mandi keeps me pretty well tuned, too. Not fair to just use her as a household drudge..."

"Well, the current purpose for having her around is to provide her with proper training," Robert stated. "I figure that by the time she's well trained, a solution will present itself."

Rick nodded, "We could keep her around for guests, for instance."

Robert nodded pensively. "Perhaps. As I said, by the time she's properly trained, we'll either absorb her into the household in some role, or another solution will present itself. She won't go to waste."

Rick extracted the finger, sniffed it, smiled, commented "Nice aroma," and prepared to wipe it on his pants. Then he stopped and held the finger out to Mandi, who blinked, but took the hint, the finger disappearing into her mouth. Rick watched her; if she'd done similar, he was unaware of it... Belle's expression said 'Sorry!', but Mandi merely smiled around the finger; it wasn't anything she wouldn't survive. Hell, it wasn't even unpleasant, and Rick had certainly gotten a lot more intimate with HER, a bunch of times! Now that he was pushing the master thing, he was displaying his father's touch, keeping the challenges coming. Mandi smiled again. Rick turned to Belle, "You can close the dress, for now."

Robert wheeled into the parking lot at the Sex Shoppe, and the five of them got out, Robert adjusting his fly. Merry hadn't worked on him seriously, merely making it pleasurable and getting his attention, something he had no problem with. A serious blowjob while driving would have been an issue, the two activities distracting him from one another. The five of them sorted themselves out, Robert leading, followed by Merry, then Belle. Rick came next, trailed by Mandi.

Alvin glanced up at the entry, surprise and pleasure on his face. Circling out from behind the counter, he exclaimed, "Master Robert! What a pleasure! And you brought Merry! Who is this?" he asked, motioning to Belle.

"A new acquisition," Robert replied smoothly, "I call her Belle. She has more serious disciplinary needs than Merry, thus..."

Alvin nodded, and turned his attention to Rick and Mandi. "And this is?"

"My son Richard, and his concubine, Mandi," Robert replied.

"Uh, Master Robert, I hate to bring up such details, but the age requirement..."

"...Is eighteen, is it not?" Robert queried. "In any case, Richard is with me... although we may have neglected proper identification for Mandi... What is your birthday, girl?"

Mandi rattled it off, and Alvin relaxed. "Fine. Sorry about that. The minions of the law can be pretty zealous." Then his eyes lit up as Robert produced the flash memory card. "You brought it!"

Robert nodded, "I did. I printed out the entire series, and it had an effect on every audience that I displayed it to. Would you happen to know of anyone who I could speak to about publishing and distributing it? Mildly altered, of course, to disguise us a bit."

Alvin nodded. "The store partners with a small publishing house for special projects; if it's that good - and I'm sure it is - I can probably talk them into some kind of exclusive distribution agreement, particularly if there is a photo that will work well for displays."

"Oh, there area a couple of excellent ones!" Robert declared, "Merry, run and get the laptop!" Merry dashed, remembering keys just in time to catch them as Robert tossed them.

"How is her training going?" Alvin asked, nodding at Merry.

"Quite well," Robert smiled. "Belle, there, is the current project. She's very early in."

"Do you plan to hold classes, or something? Run a dungeon?" Alvin asked as Merry returned, breathless.

"Not commercially, or anything," Robert replied. "But my current facilities are inadequate, so I'm looking for some books on design to provide a bit of inspiration."

Alvin squinted in thought, "As I remember, it's about proper discipline, not sadism or masochism..."

Robert nodded, watching the computer boot. "True, but they need variety, and surprise, if nothing particularly fiendish." Glancing around, he directed, "Girls! Disrobe!"

Merry reached for the ties of her dress instantly; Mandi delayed only long enough to get a nod of confirmation from Rick. Belle watched the others blankly, discovered Robert watching her closely, looked toward the whip display, and rushed to catch up.

"Oh, very nice!" Alvin approved, as the first thumbnails of the pictures came up.

Robert nodded, and turned to Merry, "Merry, Belle will need a collar or two." He checked Rick, who nodded, "Mandi, too. Fit them, please?"

Alvin, absorbed in the slideshow, waved at his female colleague, who moved quickly - she'd seen the commissions from last time... The women retired to the jewelry counter.

Alvin hissed through his teeth, examining an action shot, "My God!"

Robert smiled, "You did wonderful work."

"The models were a major portion of it," Alvin disparaged.

"That's as may be, but you showed true talent. Ensure that you get proper credit, and, oh, fifty percent?" Robert eyed Alvin, who grinned from ear to ear.

"This one, I think," Alvin declaimed, pointing out a standing shot of Merry looking absolutely pitiful - and beautiful. How much do you want to do to obscure your features?"

Robert shrugged, "Hair color, perhaps, for Merry? As for me..."

"We could do anything from brushing in a beard to superimposing a leather hood, Alvin declared. "I know an artist who is quite good with such things."

"Something subtle," Robert decided, "A mustache, or something."

Alvin nodded. He glanced up, thinking - then forgot to. There were three nude women clustered around the jewelry case - not something you saw every day! Mr. Nellis' original slave - Merry- was a real beauty for her age, something clear even in the photographs. The newer acquisition - Belle? - was heavier, more rounded, showing a few fat pads, but still, nothing to sneeze at, nude. She caught him looking and blushed as Merry settled a collar around her neck. She started to cover her breasts with her arm and steal a hand to her crotch as a fig leaf, and Merry hissed, "Don't do that! Master will beat you! He did me!"

"B-but, he's looking!" Belle exclaimed.

"Yes, and so is he, and so is he, and so is he!" Merry replied, picking out three male customers whose expressions varied from transfixed wonder to surreptitious appraisal, "And you are on display. If you make a poor one, Master WILL beat you! Now stand up proud!"

It was too late. "Belle," Robert admonished, "you just volunteered for the equipment tests. I wouldn't tempt me to prolong them..." Robert picked up Merry with his eyes, "Send her over here when you're done."

Alvin smiled at the woman's discomfiture, suspecting that it would get MUCH worse, and allowed his eyes to drift to the young dishwater blonde Amazon that Master Robert's son had arrived with. SHE was a beauty! And she was making no effort to hide it, although she sported a fine pink blush. Young Richard was watching her, amused, as she took in her male audience. Sensing Alvin's regard, she looked back, then glanced at her master, at whose tight nod she shook her shoulders gently, causing the rounded orbs on her chest to dance and sway.

Alvin went hot and flushed - he couldn't help it. His cock, already in the process of erection became an iron bar. "Christ!" he gasped, and Mandi grinned delight.

Rick, too, smiled broadly - Mandi was sure coming out of her shell! This was the girl who hid in the shadows at the dance the night they met! "Careful," he cautioned, "Display is one thing - but if you make promises, I'll make you keep them!" Mandi nodded, enthusiasm apparently undimmed.

At that point, things went south for Belle. Two twenty-something females entered the store, one heavy and pimply-faced, the other flat-chested and stringy-looking. They were unprepossessing specimens that Alvin instantly marked as being there to collect toys as a prelude to an experiment in girl-girl sex (males might be a tough sell for either of them, although in Alvin's experience it was a seller's market; here, in particular, was a place where either or both would likely find a male desperate enough to essay a temporary liaison, at least, - if they had any sense.) But to Belle, they were women that she was exposed before in an environment that reeked of sex; her embarrassment quotient went off the scale and she covered up again.

Robert picked up on it instantly, and frowned. He'd hoped to avoid a confrontation... "Belle! Get over here!" he barked.

Belle blanched and hurried over, dropping her hands. En route, she realized that she had managed to draw more attention to herself, rather than direct it away. And now Robert was pissed; God! What had she been thinking?

It was true, too. The pair of young women had totally failed to notice the trio of slaves; still working through their own embarrassment at being there, they had turned their attention immediately to the toy aisle and missed the fact that the nude figures in the back were not mannequins. Now they were giggling and pointing and making exclamations - and drifting toward Robert and Belle to see what was up.

Robert glared. "I would have thought that last night's lesson in obedience would have lasted longer!" he growled.

Belle cowered, cringing. "Yes, Master!"

"So, what is the problem? I distinctly heard Merry providing you with instructions regarding my wishes in this matter. Did you not believe her?" Robert's face was flinty.

"Yes, Master, er, no, Master..." Fear led her to confusion over what an affirmative response might be.

"Let's try again," Robert asked with dangerous gentleness, "Did you believe her, or not?"

"I b-believed, her, Master," Belle quavered.

"Then whatever led you to be disobedient?" Robert roared.

"I... They..." Belle couldn't formulate - she was actively shaking.

Robert glanced over toward the pair of young women, who were now slowly converging on them, "Two young freewomen entered the store, and you were unable to obey me?" Robert demanded incredulously.

"Yes, Master," Belle hung her head, miserably.

"Kneel," Robert directed, all emotion leached from his voice. He picked up Merry with his eye; she nodded, quickly finished buckling a collar around Mandi's neck for Rick to evaluate, and began moving toward the pair. Mandi checked Rick with her eyes, and followed.

The pair of young women continued to slowly approach, pointing and giggling and passing whispered comments. "You realize," Robert observed to Belle, "that your actions have had the exact opposite of the desired effect? You are now the center of attention for the entire store..."

"Oh, God!" Belle whimpered.

"Look around. Meet everyone's eyes," Robert directed, rubbing it in. Belle did so, and discovered a forest of eyes looking back. It wasn't THAT many - there were probably a dozen patrons besides her immediate 'family', but they were all looking, and many were sidling closer, attracted by the unusual sight and the commotion. "Turn around and face your audience - don't get up! Just face the attention that your efforts have brought you!" Belle knee-walked in a circle until her back was to the counter, forced to observe as the onlookers gathered around her. Aside from the pair of young women, there were men of just about every age group, from barely legal to ancient, represented, whose looks ran the gamut from well-kept to distinctly seedy. In an interesting phenomenon, as the crowd coalesced, the males still left an aisle for the two females to proceed to the core of the action, as if by unspoken agreement. Belle began to actively quake as she knelt there - as long as she had behaved herself, she had been one of a group, however small; now, Mandi and Merry were getting admiring glances, to be sure, but SHE was the center of attention.

The heavy girl broke the silence. "What's going on?" she asked cautiously, "How come she's - they're naked? Is this a show?"

"No, we're customers. These women you see here naked are slaves. And this one has made a mistake, for which she is already being punished," Robert replied.

The skinny girl frowned. "Slavery's illegal."

Robert tilted his head, pondering to formulate a response. "If it were what one normally thinks of as 'slavery' - people bought and sold against their will and without regard for their civil rights, you would be correct. However, THIS woman, without any coercion, chose to subordinate her will to mine for a time."

Skinny blinked, confused, so the heavy girl sighed and translated, "It's okay, she volunteered. She's into it."

"Really?" Skinny was nonplussed. "Why?"

Robert shrugged. "Reasons vary. Each of the three female slaves before you has different ones. In Belle, here's case, her formative sexual experience forged a link between sex and humiliation, punishment, and a bit of pain."

"Oh," Skinny grunted; it was supposed to indicate understanding, but everyone present knew better. Then she grinned like she'd discovered a loophole, "This has got to be pretty embarrassing... Why doesn't she cum?"

Robert was momentarily nonplussed, but Mandi wasn't. Addressing Skinny, she asked, "Would you enjoy having your nipples played with?"

"Yeah..." Skinny answered, brow furrowed. What was she getting at? Was it an offer?

"Would you cum?" Mandi pressed.

"Ah, no, probably not." Skinny nodded as understanding dawned.

"But it'd be nice to have, right?" Mandi added. At Skinny's nod, Mandi continued, "It's the same for Belle. She can do sex without it, but it adds spice for her. This kind of thing is not necessarily mainstream - why would you want to court being hurt or embarrassed? But it works for her because it's forbidden. It's kind of like the 'Don't... Stop' thing."

"Huh?" Mandi totally lost Skinny, but Heavy looked thoughtful.

"You know: 'Don't!... Stop!... Don't!... Stop! ... Don't stop!'" Mandi grinned.

"Oh! Yeah!" Skinny got it, but still didn't make the connection. Heavy looked like she did, though.

Mandi smiled, "When your boyfriend starts pushing all of your buttons," she paused a moment, realizing the basic fallacy - they probably didn't have any - but pressed on, "you tell him 'Don't!' and 'Stop!' because you're worried about side issues like what he'll think of you, and birth control, and other stuff - but if he keeps it up, you reach a point where all that stuff just isn't important, any more, and tell him 'Don't stop!' Belle enjoys having her master sweep aside her objections, making her surrender - and proving the point by making it clear to her how thoroughly dominated she is by abusing her."

"Which brings us to the present circumstance," Robert picked up smoothly. "Belle was told to disrobe and remain nude. Implicit in this instruction was the fact that she was on display, something that Merry made explicit by informing her of my wishes in the matter. Belle has admitted to this, haven't you, Slave?" Belle nodded dumbly. "Yet when you two showed up, she became so agitated about the idea of being seen by strange women that she again started trying foolishly to cover her nakedness. It is my job to punish her infractions, so now I have to come up with something memorable." Robert shook his head, pondering, "She was beaten severely just last night, yet the memory of that beating was ineffective in instilling obedience. Obviously, I need to come up with something more effective." He gazed at the girls, and announced, "Since you are at the root of the problem, your assistance in implementing the solution would be appreciated."

"Um," Skinny replied, obviously not up for anything intelligent in the way of a response.

But Heavy was doing better, "Oh, Evie, you can be SO dense..." She looked around at the crowd. "This is a good start, isn't it?"

"Yes," Robert agreed, "As has been observed previously, just suddenly becoming the nude center of attention is good cause for humiliation and embarrassment. But it isn't enough, I'm afraid."

Heavy nodded, considering. "She should pose, maybe? For a start?"

Robert nodded, mildly surprised. "Good idea. Any suggestions?"

"Something pretty lewd, I think," Heavy replied. "Oh, and everybody should get a real close look!" A couple of quiet male murmurs wafted through the background. Evie's eyes lit up, and she whispered in Heavy's ear. Heavy nodded. "Having her stand limits things. Maybe we could round up a chair, or a bench?"

Robert and Heavy locked eyes, and Robert smiled. "Something sturdy, I'd guess. No telling where this is going..." Turning, he queried, "Alvin? Would you have anything?"

Alvin frowned, thinking. "Um, there are the couches in the couples' booths..."

Heavy wrinkled her nose, "Too confining." Robert nodded.

Belle was adrift. The implications were obvious - she wouldn't be JUST posing. Her heart hammered in her chest. Hell was out for noon! She was going to be abused, humiliated, used - probably gang-raped - oh, and she WAS going to do WHATEVER Master directed! She was virtually sizzling already!

Alvin's female colleague came to the rescue. "What about that?" she asked, pointing. 'That' was a 'lover's bench', a configurable, padded bench on the order of a weight bench, capable of being set at different angles and adorned with handles and braces at various strategic locations.

"Oh, perfect!" Heavy actually jumped up and down and clapped. Robert looked on, amused.

Alvin cleared his throat, "Um, that's merchandise. There are health regulations..."

Mandi whispered to Rick, who nodded. "We were looking for stuff for the playroom, Pop."

Robert nodded, grinning. "We'll purchase it. Alvin, you may want to curtail access for a while - do you have events of any type here? Shows? Exhibitions? Visits from porn stars?"

Alvin's eyes widened. "Why?"

"I'm concerned about legal ramifications should it become necessary that Belle here demonstrate anything advanced..." Robert replied. "You may want to close temporarily, or charge attendance in order to keep the numbers of the clientele under control. You need to decide what is safe..."

Alvin waved over his female colleague, and they entered into heated discussions. Robert glanced up and asked of the general audience. "It appears that we are going to conduct a product demonstration, which is likely to become quite graphic. I mention this because some of you may end up suffering from offended sensibilities. Does anyone wish to leave?" No one moved. "Then, could I prevail upon a couple of you gentlemen to bring that bench over to that open area near that, uh," he squinted a moment, "Amateur video rack over there?" He smiled at Belle, murmuring, "How appropriate, don't you think?" while a concerted rush to collect the device and deliver it ensued.

Belle husked, "Yes, Master!" She was barely capable of breathing, and Robert correctly believed that the reason was excitement and anticipation. "Ultimately, it's hard to punish you," he observed, "All of my efforts may backfire."

"Master will find a way," Belle sighed.

Robert wasn't so sure. The switch in her brain was thrown; Belle was almost smiling. Whatever he did would need to be too much - which might be difficult...

Alvin returned. "We've decided to close the store, except for attendance of a 'Product Demo' that will require a signed release and a $10 entry fee." There was a collective groan, which Alvin squelched with "Those already in the store are exempt from the fee." This brought loud applause. "Please queue up at the counter, though, you WILL need to sign a release!" Alvin attended to this; the female clerk emerged from the back of the store with a couple of signs and announced nervously to no one in particular, "I'll watch the door," heading for the storefront.

Release signing took no time at all. Soon, everyone was gathered around the bench. Robert glanced up. "Alvin, this may well be another photo op, if you can handle it. I'm not sure..."

"I have the camera," Alvin announced. "I'll try to be available."

Robert turned to Heavy, "Go ahead, dear, you're on a roll. What's your name?"

"Becky," Heavy announced, dimpling. "Um, why don't we start with something that exposes her pussy and ass? Bend over the bench, Dear, and grab those handles down there," Becky indicated a pair of handles that sat lower than the padded seat, ensuring that Belle would be thoroughly exposed. The seat back was reclined all the way to the flat; she would be straddling the bench. "Um, maybe you oughta set some rules," she murmured, glancing around at the audience. Nodding at Alvin, she continued, "Maybe he should, too."

Robert nodded and drew Alvin aside. "The young lady appears to have quite a bit of native talent at organization," he observed, quietly. "Look, this could well dissolve into a gang-bang. Are you okay with that?"

Alvin pursed his lips. "Monica and I discussed it; if they're careful at all, the mess won't exceed that which we end up cleaning out of the peep booths, anyway. I'll pop for free rubbers, but someone will have to pay for any other product used. But this won't hurt sales, when it gets out."

"Crowd control?" Robert questioned.

Alvin shook his head. "Most of these guys are regulars, and there are three of us, counting your son, if we need to get a grip on things. Some of them can be counted on, too. I'll give a quick pep talk."

Robert nodded, and they turned back to the crowd, some of whom were examining Belle's hindquarters from a respectful distance. Alvin opened the session: "All right, ladies and gents, this is somewhat of an experiment. If it goes well, we may do other comparable things in the future; if, however, you screw it up... Well you get the picture. Stay within the rules!" He waved to Robert.

Robert stepped up, and raised his voice, "Okay, we're going to play it by ear, to a certain extent. Those of you who know that the underlying issue is the punishment of my slave, here, will understand that at some point, for her, things will likely get to be extreme. We're going to open up with a few simple rules, though:"

"First, the other slaves are off-limits unless you're specifically invited by myself or young Richard, over there," Robert waved to his son. "They're private property - look, but don't touch."

"Second, no matter what else is going on, I won't tolerate anything that promises to permanently injure Belle. You start telegraphing damage to her, and you'll be ejected from the game..."

"AND you'll be blackballed and not allowed to return here..." Alvin interjected.

"AND, I WILL prosecute!" Robert finished. "She's my property and I won't let it pass."

Robert gathered himself. "Other rules are subject to change, to meet the needs of the moment, and the exercise overall. We'll start out by allowing all of you an intensive examination, up to but not including touch. You may request minor adjustments in position to facilitate your observation; anything major goes through Becky here." Turning to Becky, he murmured, "For now, it's your show." He stepped over and squatted before Belle's bent form, "Belle, I'm watching, but Becky here is running things. You answer to Becky."

"Yes, Master." Belle was grappling a bit with the position; in some ways, it was little better than a pushup. Becky began directing traffic; two of the men came forward, circling Belle, examining her closely. The younger of the pair, in particular, was having serious problems with the touching prohibition; his hands were moving constantly, reflexively clutching and grabbing at the air behind his back as he leaned forward to examine Belle's nipples.

Becky frowned, and glanced at Robert, wiggling her fingers to illustrate the unspoken request. Robert nodded. "Okay boys, the touching restriction is lifted. Keep it gentle, and remember that this is an examination, not sex."

Instantly, young fingers began gently hefting Belle's left breast. "Is this okay?" the young fellow, a gawky type who was undoubtedly not getting a whole lot of attention from his female peers, asked nervously. Belle nodded. The other male, a balding gentleman in his fifties, dragged a calloused but gentle hand along her flank. The young lad commenced an effort to memorize every contour of both of Belle's breasts, mapping them with his hands.

Becky took in the older man's wistful expression. Turning to Robert, she muttered, "Kind of sweet, aren't they?"

Robert nodded. "You'd be surprised what WON'T happen in this environment. These guys probably don't get squat for female attention, or they wouldn't be here. Killing the goose that lays the golden eggs won't even occur to them." Evie, standing nearby, suddenly assumed a thoughtful expression.

Becky pursued a thought, "What limitations has the store set?"

"Very few," Robert murmured. "Primarily, it's what we've already seen: if we use merchandise on her, someone has to pay for it, because they can't sell it afterward."

"Evie and I came to look at toys..." Becky mused, "Some of the things I see on the rack look a little bit improbable."

"Mandi has some experience with toys," Rick offered. "She might be able to advise you."

"Cool," Becky nodded, but Robert had already seen where she was going.

"I might pop for one or two of interest to my slaves, but I'm not going hog wild," Robert rumbled, amused. "However, if you - or perhaps one of the gentlemen - wants to have Belle evaluate something, and you can agree on who will pay..." Becky grinned from ear to ear. "Why don't you wander over to the rack with Mandi and look at candidates? I'll mind the store..." Robert chuckled.

Becky nodded and, picking up Mandi with her eyes, started off. After a couple of steps, she glanced back, "Coming Evie?"

"No, you go ahead - I trust you..." Something about the tableaux before her seemed to hold Evie's attention. Becky eyed her a moment more, irritated, then shrugged and moved on.

Robert glanced back to find the kid on his back at the foot of the bench, wriggling into a position to view Belle's pubic mound from below. "That's enough, Son," he announced gently.

The kid looked flustered, "I wanted to see..."

Robert held up a hand, "You have to share - others need their turn. We'll turn her over, and you'll get another shot, okay?" The kid nodded, mollified, and backed off.

The older guy, who had been kneeling with a breast in either hand, manipulating the nipples, stood up and addressed a "Thanks!" to Belle.

"Well, Belle, are you still embarrassed?" Robert queried.

"Yes, Master, some, but it seems to be irrelevant," Belle replied.

"True."

"I seem to be doing a public service," Belle continued, as the next pair, a fat middle-aged fellow and a black somewhere in his late thirties, sorted themselves out. Belle was watching Evie as close as Evie was watching Belle, at this point, trying to figure out what was going on in Evie's head.

Robert smiled. "You probably are. At this point, you're kind of a petting zoo for the sexually disadvantaged."

"They're being awfully gentle..."

"Why would they hurt you?" Robert replied. "This is a one in a million opportunity to get intimate with a woman, an unhindered exploration the likes of which some of them have never had, and others haven't had often enough. Why screw it up?" He eyed her a moment. "This isn't exactly punishment, is it?"

Belle smiled. "Well, no, Master. If I meet one of these guys in a supermarket, I'm going to melt into a puddle on the floor in embarrassment, but for right now..."

The black guy cleared his throat, "Uh, I'd like to, uh, get a look at her clit..." Robert waved approval and he reached down and skinned back the hood, exposing the sensitive pink bud beneath. The kid sidled up to get a look, along with another boy of about the same age, this one thin and freckled, with uncontrolled light red hair. The older man allowed this without comment, instead drawing them forward, murmuring "Damn! That's a big one! See that? That's her clit! It's all sensitive, kinda like a little cock! You mess with that, you can drive a woman nuts!"

The boys both leaned in to see, Evie looking on, fascinated. The black gentleman continued his impromptu period of instruction, "Some women, you can't hardly find it even while they're cummin', but this 'un's nice and big. You can feel it, all stiff, see?" He took each of the boys' hand, one at a time, and dragged it along the defined ridge of Belle's clitoral shaft. "Sometimes a woman can't take it if you work right on the tip..." He demonstrated, rolling the ball of his thumb over the pink bud while he held the covering back. Belle shuddered and moaned. "If they do that, use the cover here like a foreskin and kinda jack it a little." He did so, and both boys nodded, rapt. "If you can find one, get a girl who is willing to do herself," he added, "You can learn a lot, watching." Robert was just beginning to wonder why the man, obviously very experienced, was here, it this haven of desperation, when the man provided the answer, musing, "This 'un's about the size of my Irma... Damn, I sure miss her - fuckin' breast cancer..." Robert let them play a bit more; the fat man seemed content to rub slightly sweaty palms along Belle's back and flanks. Then he waved for the changing of the guard, and the redheaded kid bore in, flanked by a retirement-aged character who kept exclaiming, "Damn!" Robert noted that that was it; the other couple of denizens had faded away, either out of fear or nervousness, or possibly just a mismatch of sexual orientation, in one case.

Becky and Mandi returned, Becky brandishing a couple of sex toys. "Okay, boys, I've got a couple of items I want to try out on her. You can, too, if you see anything that sparks your interest - but you hafta pay for it, the store can't put it back on the shelves after. Some health regulation, apparently." The young guys, in particular exchanged glances, "Wow!" But they didn't go anywhere...

"Roll over, Slave!" Becky directed. "Put your feet in the stirrups, it's time to take a look at the front side!" The 'lover's chair' had a pair of stirrups like an exam table, presumably to keep a woman comfortable while her lover plowed her channel between widespread legs; Becky circled the thing, lifting them into position and locking them into place with the provided thumbscrews. Belle obliged her by occupying the raised stirrups. "Slide your butt down to the edge, Dear - no telling what we might need to accomplish!"

Belle obliged, and Becky produced a vibrator whose shaft appeared to be a clear, flexible covering over a multitude of small balls, about six inches long. "Here!" she directed, motioning Belle to take it, "Why don't you try this out and tell me what you think?"

Belle took it and examined it, caught Robert's tight nod and activated the vibration, then moved it to her crotch. She began sliding it along her labia, her nostrils swelling as she sucked a ragged breath through her nose. "Uummmmm," she sighed. The thing felt wonderful! Males crowded around, circling the action. Evie took up a position at Belle's head, her gaze shifting back and forth from Belle to the audience. "It's... quite nice," Belle gasped.

"Put it in," Becky instructed.

Belle reached down to ensure that her labia were adequately retracted, and pressed the tip against her opening. The collection of vibrating balls seemed to shift a bit, narrowing the tip to the point that it was insertable. As she pressed, there was a flow as the flexible cover again expanded inside the constricting ring of muscle at her vaginal mouth, allowing the little pea-sized spheres to flow through the narrowing and into the tip. "Very...interesting..." Belle murmured. "It kind of... flows. Easy to insert, even if you're not... dilated."

Becky nodded, watching closely. "And if you move it faster?"

Belle extracted it more quickly than she had inserted it, then worked it back in. "If you're faster, it can't shift as much and becomes effectively harder. More like it's solid."

"Hmmm. Play a bit," Becky instructed. "Your audience wants to see you get hot."

Belle closed her eyes, concentrating upon her vaginal area. She knew what Becky was up to - fueling her shame and embarrassment. But if she didn't see them...

Becky was smarter than that, though. "Uh uh! Look around, Dear. Make eye contact with your admirers! Show them what a slut you are!"

Belle opened her eyes, taking in the group around her. Slowly, she locked eyes with various individuals: the fat man, the gawky kid, the bald guy, the black man, the redheaded kid. Each got some attention, and each broadcast hunger, after his fashion. Belle glanced up at Evie, but the thin, washed out looking girl wasn't watching Belle - she was watching the men! Becky, however, was watching Belle; she ran a finger along her red, oily nose, scratching it absently while she watched the older woman arouse herself with the toy. Becky shifted positions a bit; the itch between her legs was getting to be a serious distraction. Did she dare...? Becky glanced over at Robert, who seemed to be spending as much time watching her as his slave. Merry had stepped up in front of him and he was fondling her right breast while he watched the action over her right shoulder, his left arm around her waist. Robert raised an eyebrow, and the hand around Merry's waist extended itself outward palm up, a clear signal that Becky retained control of the situation, so...

"You're having too much fun, Dear," Becky announced, "This is supposed to be a punishment, after all..." She brandished a sizeable anal intruder, a three tiered item. Belle took a look, her eyes popped, and her mouth opened - but she glanced at Robert and subsided. Becky glanced around, "Anybody want to help?"

Robert surreptitiously waved Rick over, and murmured, "Quietly remind her that I do not wish Belle damaged. Insist that she use a little lube..." In the meantime, the fat man had gingerly stepped up. Robert eyed him; yeah, he probably had a bone to pick with womanhood in general.

Becky handed off the probe and stood back, detecting Rick's approach. Rick collected her with his eyes, and the pair stepped away a bit. "No permanent damage," Rick husked. "You're doing fine, but she was an anal virgin last night. Use a little lube here and there. Otherwise, it's your show."

Becky nodded, frowning. "What about actual sex?"

Rick glanced at Robert and grinned. "Yeah, wear her out. Alvin can hand out rubbers. Do whatever." He stepped away, turned back, "I bet he's got some lube samples, too!"

Belle had no attention to spare for this aside; the fat man had her whole attention as he probed her anus with the pointed tip of the intruder, trying to use force to overcome the lack of lubrication. Damn, it hurt!

Becky appeared around the fat man's right shoulder. "That's not gonna work!" she grunted, "Stick it in her mouth and let her slobber it up. She needs some lubricant!"

That tickled the fat guy's sense of humor, apparently - he let out a high-pitched giggle. The probe was removed from Belle's ass and presented before her face without further ado, and Belle took it into her mouth, knowing that whatever she did for it might well be what she had to live with. The fat man played it, moving it in and out, rotating it, making her take it in deep, even choking her with it. Becky, watching, swatted him on the arm, "Don't get too carried away." The fat man let it ride for a few more seconds, then removed it and returned to a location between Belle's widespread legs, ponderously kneeling down to get a better eye on his target.

Belle tried to relax, concentrating on the vibrator and her audience. By now, quite a bit of surreptitious adjustment of hard-ons was under way. Belle glanced at Evie again. She was a little saddened for the girl, whose thin hair and frail body made her look as if she had begun to wither even before she had bloomed. Evie looked back, and something undefined passed between the two women; Belle became aware that she was in no danger from Evie, who actually envied her. Of the pair, perhaps Evie needed help more than Belle...

Assisted by the layer of spit, Fatty managed to force the bluntly pointed tip of the intruder past Belle's anal sphincter, riding it up to the first step. It was unpleasant as Hell, but Belle wasn't broken or anything. She grimaced a bit, which seemed to please Fatty and got a nod from Becky. The next step was a different proposition altogether, though - forcing Belle open using mere spit wasn't going to cut it. Becky got a look and grunted, "Go with what you've got," then turned and sought out Alvin. "Got any lube?" she asked, "And maybe some paper towels?"

Alvin nodded and lowered his camera. Leading her to the counter, he collected a couple of single-use packets of Wet from a jar and a roll of paper towels from behind the counter. Becky took them and added, "Things are gonna liven up, soon. How about some rubbers?"

"Sure," Alvin fished a wad of them from a jar.

Becky shoved them in a pocket of her shorts - no need to be premature... "Thanks."

"Don't tear down the place," Alvin admonished, "My neck's out a yard." He grinned, "Have fun, though!"

Becky smiled and nodded, turning back to the action. Alvin found himself watching the big ass sway under the shorts. Okay, so she was pudgy. She had heavy tits. Wipe the oil off her face, and it was kinda cherubic... Alvin shook his head; there were three nude women in the room, and one of them was getting sexually molested. Why was he looking at the chick who was fully dressed? He checked his camera as he followed Becky back to the action.

Fatty was still grinding the plug in Belle's ass, rotating it in circles in an attempt to bring her sphincter to surrender. "Let's get a look at that," Becky announced. Fatty pulled the intruder out, watching Belle's sphincter wink, and held it up. As expected, it was a little brown about the tip - Becky seemed to remember reading somewhere that an enema should precede real anal play. "Stick your finger in there," she directed, nodding toward Belle's ass, "or you'll lose ground." Fatty hastened to execute. Becky shook her head; she wasn't terribly impressed with Fatty - he was only a little smarter than Evie, and God knows SHE had to be led EVERYWHERE! Becky distantly hoped that when it came time for Evie to stick her tongue in Becky's snatch later tonight, she wouldn't get all balky. Eventually, she'd bully Evie into it - if not tonight, sometime later in the week - but she was hot NOW, and she sure didn't want to take any shit! She glanced over at Evie, who was acting kind of funny, looking around nervously at all of the guys. What the Hell was she thinking?

Becky ripped off a paper towel and cleaned the tip of the intruder. "Now it's dry again!" Fatty whined.

"Stick it in her pussy," Becky replied, handing it back, "It's lubed - the good stuff!"

It was, too. "Get that outta there," Fatty grunted, pushing at the vibrator. Belle complied, sliding it up toward her clit where she could really enjoy it. Picking out Gawky with her eyes, she then flicked them at her breasts. The kid's eyes popped, but he stepped forward and took a breast in either hand. In a couple of seconds, he was unconsciously grinding his crotch into her ribs, too. Belle grinned; there was a pretty good sized hard-on in there!

Fatty rammed away with the probe, but before Belle could dry up, he decided he was done and returned to her anus. This time, the first step slid right in, and only a moderate effort defeated her defense of the second. The damned thing was unpleasant, but she wasn't really injured, she knew. When she thought about it, it wouldn't be there if some people didn't use it... The thought helped her relax, which in turn eased the pain a bit.

Becky sidled up beside Fatty and watched a moment, then offered, "I don't think I'd try for much more - you'll make her all loose... Why don't you just get you some?" She smiled brightly into Belle's startled eyes, "In fact, Dear, why don't you slide up a bit and drop your head over - I want to see you swallow a cock!" She stepped around to the left, passing Gawky to stand by Belle's right shoulder, grinning as she detected the bulge he was grinding into her ribs.

Belle glanced at Robert, but he only nodded. Obviously, he didn't see her as actively endangered. Things were getting out of hand as far as Belle was concerned - but then, she was being punished, wasn't she? She slid up a bit, and obediently dropped her head over the top of the padded bench, only to discover that that surface was padded, too, and cupped a bit to support her head. Obviously, the thing was well thought out...

In the meantime, Becky turned to the audience and announced, "Well, boys, it's time we picked up the pace!" Turning to Evie, she fished the rubbers out of her pocket and dumped them into her hands, "Here. Dole them out when the time comes, willya?" Facing the men again, she locked eyes with Fatty, "You're not gonna get any standing there with your pants all done up!"

Fatty let go of the probe and went for his belt buckle. Becky smiled, and indicated Fatty with a wave, "This gentleman," she winked, the eye he couldn't see, "owns the slave's ass - but I own the other two holes, and I think we ought to put them to use! If you boys want some, go ahead and drop your pants, and I'll direct traffic based on what I see!"

Everybody but Fatty stood frozen for a moment. There were glances at Belle, but her head was dropped over into a position that didn't allow eye contact. Fatty managed to untangle himself from his underwear and Becky smiled. There was the OTHER reason Fatty wasn't getting much - the cock he displayed was undoubtedly stiff and fully erect, but it was narrow, and looked like it topped out at less than five inches. Becky hadn't much experience with cocks, but the ones she HAD come in contact with had all been bigger - except for a couple of ten year old boys she'd played doctor with, maybe... Becky thought to herself, "This Belle ought to thank me - HE'S not going to hurt her any!"

The black guy checked with Robert, got a nod, and murmured, "Well, I don't pass up pussy..." and went for his belt. That broke the dam; the others began rapidly to follow suit.

The bald guy unlimbered a decent, moderately sized cock, so Becky waved him around to her head. "You take first shot at her throat, Pops." Gawky was still extracting himself from his shorts, one-handed - he refused to let go of at least one of Belle's heavy breasts. "Listen up, all of you! I'm gonna call out the batting order. Nobody has to worry about missing out - you can all rotate until you run out of interest, so let's not get to excited or grabby! Remember that this is punishment; feel free to be a bit rough, and remind her that she's a slut. On the other hand, don't be trying to break anything! If, for instance, you always wanted to see a woman use one of those toys over there on the rack, well, this is your chance! But you hafta pay for it; Alvin can't put anything out for sale after she's got it all gooey, understand?" Becky got a chorus of nods. "Okay, we all want to be careful about disease, so throat fucks are bareback, but the other two holes require a rubber! Whoa, there!" Becky waved Fatty off, "Evie, toss him a rubber!" Becky turned to face Evie, allowing her back to shield the finger play as she made the universal hand sign for 'small'. Evie giggled, and sorted through the packages, making sure she didn't toss Fatty a Magnum. Evie tossed, Fatty bungled the catch, and there was a quiet chuckle at his expense while he scrabbled for it.

Becky took a moment to watch Belle meekly open up to accept Baldy's meat. He had a nice, stiff six incher showing very little foreskin; Becky couldn't decide whether he was circumcised, or just naturally spare... Belle seemed to be a bit low, so Becky examined the bench and found a crank handle that apparently raised the head end a bit. "How's that, Pop?" she asked Baldy, who nodded, wheezing, "Just fine!" Belle was doing a good job; surprisingly, the guy's cock was clean and tasted okay, and he wasn't quite long enough to lodge in her throat. Realizing that she was going to do it anyway, Belle was determined to enjoy it. He groaned as she worked her tongue over his length while he slowly pistoned in and out. "Get it your way!" Becky urged, "She's Burger King, as far as you're concerned!" The old guy nodded, and put on a bit more of a stroke, grunting. Becky knelt down to meet Belle's eyes, "Oh, and Honey? Swallow!"

Belle blinked an acknowledgement, then a quick grimace passed across her features. Becky glanced up along the valley between Belle's tits, (and under Gawky's right arm - he had his hands on both, again), to see Fatty working at her lower end, a look of concentration on his face. Yeah, he was probably poking her ass... She had him figured for about thirty seconds; plenty of time to decide who was at bat between Belle's legs after he finished.

Belle was just discovering that Fatty's cock was a lot less of a problem than the anal probe. After a couple of quick, uncomfortable pokes, Fatty got the condom-sheathed head of his cock past the loosened ring of Belle's sphincter and started working it in. Belle discovered that she wasn't being challenged by additional girth, and sighed around Baldy's cock.

Becky caught this, figured out the cause, and snickered. Then she moved on to her survey of available cockflesh. First up, and easiest to see, since he still had a death grip on Belle's breasts, was Gawky. And indeed, he has a nice cock - a bit over six and a half inches at a decent girth. "That's a nice one!" Becky approved, "What's your name?"

"Roy," Gawky choked out past his nervousness.

"Well, Roy, you like those so much, maybe you ought to think about a titty fuck?" Becky watched the play of surprise across his face, but came to the same conclusion he did just ahead of him, "No, you will probably want to start out with the real thing. How many times have you had pussy, Roy?"

"Once," Roy hung his head, "I... didn't do so well."

Becky patted his arm as she went by, "Practice makes perfect." She came to the black fellow, and found she couldn't help but touch the nine inches of meat he was slowly jacking the foreskin on. "My, that's nice! Um, given your size and experience, you don't mind waiting a bit while the youngsters get theirs, do you? Maybe offer some pointers?" She nodded toward Belle, "You can take all you want..."

"Heh, sure!" the gent replied.

"What's your name, Honey?" Becky asked.

"Lucius," came the reply.

"Lucious Lucius!" Becky grinned, and reluctantly moved on to the final contestant, the red haired boy. The teen was sporting an eight inch, rock-hard cock, deeply red, with a beautifully curved, purple tip. The shaft was a bit narrower than the others, but it was a fine piece of man-meat, nonetheless. "Well! What's YOUR name?" she asked.

"Pat," came the nervous reply.

"Well, Pat, you certainly have nothing to be ashamed of there! How about for the first round you follow Pop there into Belle's throat. I want to see that head slide up and down in her gullet, don't you?" Pat nodded eagerly. "Okay!" Becky continued, "So we're sorted out! Roy, you get first crack at her pussy, as soon as he" a nod to Fatty, who was huffing and sweating between Belle's legs, "finishes. Lucius, you go next. Next round, we'll rotate - or you can take your turn with a toy, or whatever - okay?"

"Yeah!"

"Sure!"

"Cool!" Pat began to circle toward Belle's head - but he ran afoul of Evie. Evie hadn't taken her eyes off of his cock since it sprang, already erect, from his pants. As he came close to her on his way to line up at Belle's head, she reached out gently to grasp it and murmured, "Don't!"

Pat stopped, confused, "Huh?"

Evie's eyes met his and pled, "Don't give it to her - I want it!"

"Well..." Pat, once targeted, was reluctant to give up a sure thing for... what?

Evie went to her knees before him and licked the tip of his glans. "Anything you can get from her, you can get from me - and you don't have to share!" She ovalled her lips around his glans and drew him in. Pat's eyes went round.

"Evie!" Becky was scandalized! Shit! Quite aside from screwing shit up, if she got a pussy full of some boy, it would take WEEKS for Becky to get her to lick her pussy! What in the Hell would SHE do for fun? Becky was going nuts NOW! All of this power and sex made a heady cocktail; she didn't see how she'd last the night!

But Evie had won already! Pat had lost all will to resist as his cock head had disappeared into Evie's mouth. Now, she stood up, snatched off her spaghetti-strap top, and tossed the remaining rubbers onto Belle's stomach - all but two; obviously she had plans for Pat! Taking Pat's hand, she led him toward one of the couples' booths, catching Alvin's eye. Alvin merely waved; they'd settle up later, or not at all. Under the circumstances, did it matter?

Becky, nonplussed, watched the door close. "And then there were four," she murmured, shaking her head. Where was she gonna get any relief now?

Rick sidled up to his father and murmured, "Now THAT was a strange development!"

Robert nodded, fondling one of Merry's breasts. "I have to agree. Still, things seem to be proceeding satisfactorily. Merry, there's no telling what mental state this will leave Belle in, but she will certainly be physically sore. Tomorrow, when you're both at work, she may want to cry on your shoulder a bit."

"Master beat ME for disobedience," Merry grumped.

"I beat HER just last night!" Robert pointed out. "Besides, if I'd turned several strange men loose on you, I wouldn't have given two bits for your mental state, afterward."

"Master is right, as usual," Merry sighed. "I'm learning; I could probably do this now. But then..." She shook her head, "It would have been too much."

Mandi, who was similarly backed up against Rick, whispered, "Love, do you think...?"

Rick slid a hand into her crotch and found it to be swampy. Mildly surprised, he asked, "You didn't get enough last night?"

"Well," she replied, tensely, "This is pretty hot! I'm a little sore, but it doesn't stop me from being..."

"Horny?" Rick grinned.

"Yeah," Mandi was showing a distinct flush. "Would you ever do that to me?"

Rick was learning. He smiled. "Only if I considered that it might teach you something valuable," he replied. "See that bench over there?" The pair retired to a spot along the wall with a view of the proceedings and a comfortable surface for Mandi to kneel up on.

Robert, watching the main attraction, smiled. He caught Merry watching him archly. "You have a question?"

"No, Master," Merry replied, smiling, "I know the answer. I just heard it from our son." She sighed as Robert pulled her to a more central position before him, slid a finger between slick labia to play with her clit and ground his cock into the crack of her ass. There was a lot to be said for this sex thing...

Monica, Alvin's female colleague, was in heavy weather at her position near the door. Ostensibly watching for new customers, her attention was actually fixed upon the events on the sales floor. She had an excellent view, augmented by one of the security cameras, which was currently displaying Fatty, obviously in the throes of his orgasm, surging and thrashing between Belle's legs. Monica was a somewhat upsize brunette in her early thirties who was not without sexual experience, gathered at the expense of being thought a slut when she was younger. But she had learned discretion, and sometimes, discreetly, she would select a particularly promising regular for an after-hours liaison, something she considered to be one of the perks of the job. The surveillance cameras in the peeps area had surfaced some really interesting prospects, and it kept her from having to troll dance clubs and other nightspots where her size would cause her to have to be a bottom feeder.

In Becky, she recognized a kindred soul, driven to desperation. How would she handle it? This was a particularly hot session; Monica was swampy! Becky looked to be absolutely beside herself! Monica continued her observation...

Fatty stumbled back, his erection already going limp - and leaving the rubber hanging out of Belle's abused anus, dribbling semen onto the floor. Apparently, his cock wasn't large enough to stretch the rubber to a sustainable fit! Alvin, looking on, shook his head and collected a trash receptacle and brought it to Belle's left. "You want to take care of that?" he asked laconically. Fatty, halfway through retrieving his trousers, turned and gingerly retrieved the rubber and disposed of it, then hurriedly resumed dressing. Clearly, HE was done!

Becky had caught the byplay from her position at the head end, and she and Alvin exchanged a smile. As Fatty got out of immediate earshot, Becky ventured, "I wonder how big a lie this tale will be when HE retells it?"

Alvin countered with, "Maybe you should have Belle do him, next time?" a broad grin on his face. Becky nearly collapsed in laughter - the picture of Belle pounding Fatty with a strap-on was just too much! Fatty, who Monica was just unlocking the door for, glared back at them, certain that he was the subject of conversation, but fortunate in that he was to distant to discern it's actual nature.

Becky clapped Roy on the shoulder, "Okay, Bud, go get you some! Fat Boy was in her ass, so the pussy is fresh. Have fun!" Roy's look said that Christmas had come several months early as he waddled around Belle's stirruped right leg, hampered by trousers he'd yet to kick fully out of.

Lucius stepped up, slowly fisting his meat, "Easy, Son, you got all afternoon, unless I miss my guess. Don't hurt yourself, and try to enjoy it. Don't forget the rubber - it'll keep you from getting off too quick." Leaning in, he whispered, "And if you do, anyway, no one's gonna know - go on and get your second one." He winked and stepped back to wait while Roy wrestled with the rubber.

Meanwhile, 'Pop' was starting to get brave as he neared ejaculation in Belle's mouth. "Oh, baby! You got one sweeeet mouth! I'm gonna ask your master if he'll let me shoot down your throat a couple of times a week! Oh, shit! Maybe he'll sell you to me, and I can keep you chained to the bed, or something! God, what a throat! Nice hooters, too!" He filled both hands with breast flesh, something unavailable while Roy was camped on her chest. "Yeah, a fella would pay good money for a slut like you! Maybe I could put you out on the street when I'm not using ya and claim you as income property on my taxes!" Pop's imagination was augmenting his other senses; at that point, the combination took him over the edge, "Awwww, SHIIIIIIT! Here it comes!" Pop could barely stand as he let go of two week's worth of pent-up seminal production.

Belle was somewhat sorry to see it. He had a nice cock, and the verbal fantasy was as perversely arousing to her as it had been to him, but the wash of semen down her throat that signaled the end of this round was, all too likely, the end of the match, Belle figured. Well, the taste left a bit to be desired, but it was the sense of accomplishment that really made it fun...

Pop backed off, a bit unsteadily, and smiled down at Belle. She swallowed and got control of the gunk in her throat, then asked, "Is that it?"

Pop seemed to take stock, then: "No, I don't think so. I'm gonna hang back and watch while I recover, and if you're still here, I'll sample the other end."

Belle smiled and nodded, then lost focus as she discovered that gentle fingers were probing around her vagina. She picked her head up, (no mean feat) and came eye to eye with an embarrassed Roy. "I-I..." he stuttered.

Belle smiled, shut off the vibrator, and laid it aside. "Let me have it," she said, gently. Roy eased forward, and Belle took his sheathed erection in hand and directed it to its target. Locking eyes with the frightened male, she cooed, "Slowly, now - you're the first one there tonight, and I'm not really in practice. Let's get the damned rubber wet." Roy eased forward, and a look suffused his face that announced that he'd arrived at the pearly gates! "Take your time," she husked, "If it gets too intense, stop for a second and get your control back. We've got plenty of time for a nice, long ride."

Belle's handling of the boy told Becky that she'd slipped the leash again, and was enjoying herself. Getting the boy to treat her like a slut was right out the window - he was in love, at this point! Becky couldn't even think for the maddening itch between her legs! Roy might be trainable, but who knew what he'd have left when Belle got done with him? Pop was old, and Lucius was, well, black...

Suddenly, from the half open door of the couples booth came a squalled, "Oh, God, Pat! It's HUGE! Ahhhh! Yessss!"

'Shit!' Becky thought, beside herself with frustration, 'There goes ANY CHANCE of getting my pussy licked!' But a synapse spat, and she turned to Belle and started lifting the headrest into a more natural position. "Much as I'd like to watch Lucius do you up, he deserves pussy, and I have more urgent needs!" she announced conversationally. "Have you ever eaten pussy?"

"Yes..." Belle replied.

"Oh, thank God!" Becky stepped out of her shorts, "I need it, bad!" She climbed right onto the bench, straddling Belle's head, and lowered a hot, wet pussy onto her face. Belle scrabbled about a bit, got a grip on her waist, and shifted her to a position where she could better attack her clit, and went to work. Becky was a little more gamey than Merry, but it had been a long, highly charged day. Belle went to work on the channel between Becky's already distended labia, swiping from end to end. All in all, pussy juice probably tasted better than cum, but the action between her legs told her that boys were still king! Roy was past the initial phase; everything was nice and slippery, he had control of himself, and he was developing a nice rhythm! Belle transferred some of her pleasure at his efforts to Becky, who was profoundly thankful for the attention given to her poor, steaming twat! "Ohhhh, God!" she moaned, "That's soooo good!"

Alvin found that he was standing within inches of some of the hottest sex he'd ever seen! To his left, Roy was pounding away, beginning to set a driving rhythm that experience told Alvin would drive him over the brink in mere moments; to his right, Becky was riding back and forth, gasping and shuddering. In between, Belle's breasts shook and juddered under the impacts. Alvin detected a roll of Belle's hips as she succumbed to the huge amount of stimulation she had undergone - with any luck, she and Roy would meet one another in that other universe you go to when you cum... Alvin watched Becky's face suffuse with pleasure as she gave herself to her lust; it was unfathomable, but something about the chunky brunette was SO hot! Maybe it was that aura of control...

Becky's eyes flew open, she threw both arms around a startled Alvin and demanded, "KISS ME!" Alvin, snatched off balance, found himself in a lip-lock with the highly charged brunette. The lips weren't bad, so he essayed a tongue swipe - and Becky's was there in a flash! But they'd barely started playing when Becky stiffened, and suddenly tried to suck it out by the roots, grunting "Mmmm... mmmm... mmmm!" and spasming wildly!

For Becky, Belle was the bomb, but Alvin was the detonator! Belle's tongue had worked wonders, soothing while enervating, bringing her to a fever pitch - but one look at Alvin and she HAD to have him! Thought didn't enter into it - her brain screamed, 'Get him! Now!' and the deed was done! She worried for a moment, distantly, then his tongue slipped through his lips - and the bomb went off!

Becky had orgasmed before - her fingers knew her clitoris well, and she'd managed a couple of run-ins with boys - but nothing like THIS! The combination of the power she'd wielded in operational control of a gang-bang, Belle's talented tongue, and the success of her temerity in gathering Alvin in added itself to the shock waves crashing through her and took her to an incredible place - problem was, it brought her back, too hyped up to stop!

Alvin was holding himself up by two hands on Becky's chunky hips while two cushiony breasts drove two twenty two caliber nipples into his pects. The arms wrapped around his neck made withdrawal impossible without a fuss, and, well, he didn't want to, anyway. Reasons weren't clear - heavy women didn't really appear on his radar - but there was an attraction...

Becky dropped her head forward, momentarily exhausted - which gave her a ringside view of the popup tent in Alvin's pants. She gathered herself and rose, looking across the room over Alvin's shoulder - only to lock smoky eyes with the big dishwater blonde girl - the younger 'slave' - who was kneeling over a bench, rocking to the slow impacts of her 'master' as he drove his cock into her from behind. Both were watching the activity on the 'lover's bench' avidly, although the girl was showing some distraction. As Becky watched, the girl groaned and hunched herself lower to the bench, pushing her ass higher to meet the guy's thrusts.

Resolution firmed. Becky locked eyes with Alvin for a second, then her eyes flicked to his crotch. "I want that!"

"Okay," Alvin muttered thickly. Why did he say that?

"Now!" Becky backed off the bench, not releasing Alvin.

"Here?" Alvin queried. He was really confused. Why was he doing this? Why didn't he just say no? His cock wasn't thinking for him; sure, she was sexy (she was?), but the compulsion didn't seem to come from there...

"Yeah, here," Becky drew a bemused Alvin around to Belle's right side, let go of his hand and whipped her top over her head. While she was making short work of a rather robust brassiere, she said gently, "Come on, Honey, you know how - drop those pants!" As Alvin loosened his belt, her tits popped free, and they were... nice! Big suckers, with pinkish-brown nipples surrounded by areolae the size of a silver dollar... Not huge, 'C' cup? They sagged a bit, but in general they were round, not droopy. Alvin, a member in good standing of the 'more than a handful is a waste' school, couldn't understand how his hands just naturally closed on them, thumbs rolling the nipples, and his lips connected to her again just below that little red nose...

The kiss lasted a few seconds, and Becky, taken totally by surprise, backed away from it in a highly emotional state. She took a breath, put her feet back on the ground, and husked, "I guess it's not going to be possible to keep this casual..." Now nude, she took over divesting Alvin of his trousers, hampered a bit by the delicious things he was doing to her nipples. As his Dockers finally pooled around his feet, she snatched up a rubber from the scatter trapped beside Belle on the bench from where they had collected after Evie tossed them on her belly, looked at Alvin's erect cock, (Holy shit! What is that? Seven inches? Eight?), frowned, discarded it and selected another. Shredding the foil packet, she began to fit him, making a passable pretense at casual conversation, "My, that's pretty! And all for me..."

Alvin was just north of stuporous. What the Hell was he doing? Why had he kissed her? Nude, well, he'd had a LOT better; she had a roll of fat above her bushy, well-padded pudenda - not absolutely disgusting, but she was no swimsuit model! Now, she was fiddling with his cock, doing a fair job of the uncomfortable process of getting it into a rubber, (Gah! He HATED rubbers! He'd passed up fucking any number of chicks because they wanted him to use a rubber!) - but here he stood, cock standing like a flagpole, and nothing short of an earthquake was going to keep him out of that pussy - and he did NOT know why!

"Okay, Honey," Becky turned around, still holding Alvin's cock in one hand while she waved toward where Rick was steadily pounding away at Mandi, "See what they're doing? That's what I want, okay?" It would take an idiot not to realize that something was up with Alvin - but HE had kissed HER that last time, so...

Alvin looked down at her broad back and even broader ass, thinking distantly, 'Damn! Have I EVER, STONE DRUNK, done a girl this wide?' but his hands settled onto her hips as she slicked up his rubber-encased cockhead on her dripping labia and showed it it's target. And the thought didn't stop him from working the head of his cock into her tight channel as she let go, draping herself over Belle's midsection below Roy's sweaty face and grabbing the far side of the bench for support.

But the position proved untenable almost immediately; Belle was rolling her hips, well on the way to orgasm as young Roy pounded away at her already over-stimulated vagina. "Stay with me," she whispered, "I'm gonna cum!"

Becky backed off, resting her arms on the bench beside Belle as the pair moved toward their peak. Roy, eyes huge, was puffing and panting, his hips moving like a metronome. Both were pink and agitated, as Belle moaned "Ummm...Ummm..."

Roy, excited, gasped," I can't... I'm gonna...!"

"Harder, then! Faster! Bring me, too!" Belle wailed.

Roy redoubled his efforts, delivering a serious pounding attack that was short-lived, but turned the trick! "Awwwww!" Roy howled, stiffening and crushing himself against her, while Belle screeched "Yes!!! Yes!!!" and began to undulate. Roy collapsed across Belle's belly and she clutched at him, cradling his head between her breasts.

Meanwhile, Alvin sank slowly into Becky's tight channel. It was a hot oil bath, incredible - but Alvin wasn't satisfied. The weird mindset that had characterized the whole run-in continued to claim him, leading him to do something uncharacteristically insane: Withdrawing his penis fully from Becky's snug channel, he slid off the condom and resocketed it in her hot, wet cleft.

Becky knew what he'd done even before he waved it in front of her eyes, then tossed it in the trash can; the fit of Alvin's cock in her tunnel was absolutely perfect, so when the second stroke brought not the sensation of the rubbery reservoir tip of the condom but the fleshy tip of Alvin's cock against her cervix, she knew instinctively what had occurred. She turned her head to the side in order to pick him up with one eye as he demanded, "Still want it?"

"God, yes!" she gasped. She was full, replete. Nothing in her experience was so perfect! "More than ever! But..." Becky grinned ferally, "Fat chicks are notoriously fertile..."

Alvin's grin was equally feral as he leaned close to her ear and hissed, "Then I'll be a daddy, won't I?" Immediately, he rose up and began pounding her savagely. All control was out the window. Alvin couldn't seem to help himself; Becky's wet heat was... luxurious! He had no more control than young Roy!

As for Becky, she put her chin on her crossed arms and concentrated on taking everything offered, her face displaying expressions that said clearly that there were things going on in her crotch that were too important to worry about how she looked. "Ng, ng, ng, ng, ng, ng..." she grunted as she took Alvin's hammering and bounced back for more. Alvin was finding every nerve ending in her soaking vagina! God! How could ANYTHING be THIS GOOD?

Monica was totally flabbergasted. Alvin had it all: looks, personality, and brains. As a result, he had a running stable of applicants for the occupancy of the other side of his bed. Monica was well aware that Alvin was picky; all of his girls were trim, svelte, and beautiful. Occasionally, one wandered in and tried to cut the others out by giving him a nooner in one of the couples booths - and Monica, having had the foresight to put up a webcam, had covertly watched him many times, admiring his cool control and flawless technique as he put them through their paces, always eliciting two or more orgasms before depositing his sperm. And condoms were a no-no with Alvin; Monica had seen him spurn absolutely beautiful women at the mention of one! The guy tearing up Becky's channel couldn't be Alvin - this blinding, uncontrolled attack was totally uncharacteristic of the Alvin Monica knew. And the fact that the chubby little brunette actually managed to put a condom on him, even for a moment... What in the Hell was going on?

Alvin certainly didn't know... All he DID know was somehow, the chubby little brunette he was pounding had reached deep inside him and pushed the button that released an animal who cared for nothing but savoring the intense pleasure she was providing him. Alvin prided himself on his control; he never came until he had met whatever goal he set for pleasuring the woman he was with. But with Becky, there was no control - he was too deeply into the torrent of sensation! Becky's pussy fit like a glove, and all he wanted to do was get in it and drive and drive and drive... Little things, like the way her ass cheeks fluttered to the shocks he was delivering, turned him on. He ran his hands along her wide back, barely feeling the ribs under a layer that wasn't quite fat, really - as opposed to his usual sexual partners, whose entire skeletal structure revealed itself to his hands under their taut skin. Vaguely, it occurred to him that his normal sexual partners were like sports cars - sleek, finely tuned, flashy, capable of incredible performance, but fragile. Becky, on the other hand, was nothing much to look at, but she was built like a Cadillac or a Lincoln - heavy, solid, luxurious. Maybe not capable of the same top speed, but the ride was smoother, more comfortable, less shattering than ... Confusion still reigned in his mind, but it rode in the back seat while the wild animal chasing his pleasure drove. That animal was howling and gibbering, laughing and taunting, 'I'm gonna shoot a quart into this little bitch, and if she gets pregnant it's just another hold I'll have on her!' The rational Alvin in the back seat was shocked, but...

Belle was recovering from quite a nice little cum, thank you very much... She ran her fingers through Roy's lank, sweaty hair, and turned her attention to the uproar to her left - only discover that Alvin and Becky were setting fire to the place at a rate she'd never even THOUGHT of! Becky had her head on her crossed arms, face toward Belle's, so she could take in the full effect - her whole face had shaded to the color of her shiny nose, and she was starting to sweat, panting and gasping, with that odd look on her face that indicated she was concentrating intensely on something about to happen in another universe; certainly, her vacant, half-slitted eyes weren't seeing anything in THIS one! Becky's whole body shook under Alvin's assault - and his face was positively manic!

Belle reached out and smoothed some stray hair from Becky's sweaty forehead, and Becky seemed to notice her for the first time. "I'm... gonna... cum... SO... HARD..." she gasped out in time to Alvin's pounding. Saying anything more appeared to be beyond her for the moment, but Belle got the idea - too well! In fact...

"Roy, honey," Belle urged, shaking the sleepy teen, "You need to get up. Lucius has been waiting patiently..." Belle couched the request gently, but in fact impatience was driving - the couple going at it to her left had lit a new fire in her loins, and Lucius had the equipment and the experience to handle it!

"Um?" Roy murmured sleepily. "Oh, yeah." He levered himself up, reluctantly.

"You can come back when you're recharged," Belle offered. "In fact, after Lucius and I get going, if you want to come up to the head end..."

Roy started scrambling. "Yeah, that sounds good!" Shit! A blowjob, too? What a day!

Lucuis shambled up. "You okay with this?" He was willing to bet that before today, sex with a black man had never entered Belle's mind - and he'd have been right, for that matter...

Belle locked eyes with him and shrugged. "I'm not the person to ask - she is!" She indicated Becky with her chin. "Or he is..." with a nod toward Robert, who was watching intently. Returning her attention to Lucius, she added, "But, no, I DON'T have a problem with it. In fact, I'm looking forward to it..."

"Them's pretty kind words, considering what's gone on today," Lucius observed while rubbing the sheathed tip of his sizeable member along her nether lips.

Belle laughed softly, "You don't know the half of it!"

"Huh," Lucius snorted, "You ready then?"

"Please."

Lucius put his hips behind the penetration, slowly working his glans through the opening. "Damn! That lil' fat girl was right! No more'n Roy opened you up, he'd a' probably not been able to feel ya after I got done!" 'Pretty damned comfortable, though,' he mused to himself as, halfway in, he backed off some to spread her natural lubrication over the rubber. On the next stroke, his glans bonked her cervix, and she wondered how she was going to handle the rest of him...

Lucius seemed to divine her question. "A little practice, an' when I get goin' that door'll flower open," he offered. "Dunno about today, though. You're a little more snug than my Irma was - 'course, I mighta stretched her some!" He winked, grinning, drawing a delighted smile from Belle.

Well, the wit MIGHT have been what elicited the smile - or it might have been the fact that Lucius was expertly handling the largest cock Belle had ever taken! Belle decided that she was certainly enjoying it... The black man was a gentleman, too! Very few strokes went by before Belle was rolling her hips, working at getting every bit of enjoyment the long, heavy shaft could deliver. It wasn't QUITE as stiff as say, Roy's, but it was plenty stiff enough to do the job, and had quite a size advantage! Big hands settled over her breasts and began expertly tweaking the nipples. Just what the doctor ordered!

Lucius set a steady pace, announcing, "I want to enjoy you a while, Missy!" Belle wasn't about to complain; she knew she was going to cum - probably several times!

Robert, looking on, observed, "I feel left out!"

Merry grinned, "Me, too! Where do you want me?"

"Hmmm," Robert mused, looking around, "See any more of those benches?" He nodded to where, several feet away, Rick and Mandi were still at it on the padded bench, Mandi obviously rounding third.

Merry smiled fondly. "They're a cute couple, aren't they?" But the question turned rhetorical, despite Robert's nod, as her eyes swept the room, "Isn't that one?" she asked, pointing off to one side.

Robert shifted positions. "Yeah." There one was, hidden by the display rack. "Let's drag it over here - I'd hate to miss the show."

Lucius looked down at Becky, who was emitting a constant series of quick, tense moans. "Al, you better slide her back across this one's belly - she's about to lose her legs!"

The comment took a second to penetrate; Alvin wasn't pay attention to anything but the interface between his cock and that weirdly fine pussy. "Huh?"

"She's gonna cum big," Lucius amplified, "an' when she does, she's gonna fall down! Drape her back across this 'un!"

"Yeah," Alvin nodded vacantly. "Didn't work before..."

"We're takin' it easy," Lucius assured him, "Aren't we?"

"Uh, yeah," Belle gasped. HE might be; she wasn't so sure SHE was! What a cock!

Alvin had throttled back while considering his options. Becky whimpered; why had he stopped hammering her? She was SOOOO close...

"Hey! Becky! Raise up!" Alvin demanded.

"Huh?" Becky did so, more or less instinctively.

SLAM!

"Uuhhh!" Becky lost her air supply as Alvin simply drove her into the side of the bench, causing her to do a belly-flop onto Belle. Belle, too, had the breath forced out of her, but she recovered quickly, since the primary point of contact was Becky's spongy tits. Lucius chuckled at her comical expression.

Alvin grinned fiercely and resumed his shattering attack, the animal in full control. He was gonna give this little bitch two big cums, then he was gonna shoot a load in her that gave her triplets! Yeah! Maybe quads!

Becky, head up to regain her breath, produced a beatific smile and began to hum in time to his stroke, "Um, um, um, um, um, um," the volume getting steadily louder. She was totally disconnected from anything but that plunging cock and its immediate effects, her attention riveted on the growing bubble of her orgasm.

Animal Alvin was still slamming and still working on the fantasy. 'Maybe I'll unload five on her - or six! Yeah, six! Treat her like a bitch and she'll have a litter, like puppies! Damn, this is good! Who'd have thought? How come the chicks I date don't feel like this?'

The bubble burst. "UuuuUUUUUMMMM! Oh, God!" Becky went rigid, grabbing the far side of the bench and arching her back as the waves inundated her.

Alvin had a moment of simple gratification before the velvet glove began milking his cock. Normally, he'd have handled it - but this was Animal Alvin, and he hadn't been operating in the disconnected, controlled mode Rational Alvin used. Becky's pulsing liquid grip was too much, and he had been riding too close to the edge, enjoying it rather than controlling it. "YEAH!!! SHIT YEAH!!!" Animal Alvin howled, as he tried to drive his cock through her cervix an instant before unleashing an torrent of cum - long, rippling shots that roared up his pulsing cock with almost painful intensity. Every one of those shots she took on her cervix caused another flash of joy in Becky; she took three before her eyes rolled up and she collapsed across Belle, boneless.

"Uh, Becky? (That was her name, right?) You okay?" Animal Alvin subsided, leaving a confused Rational Alvin in his wake. But he left the pleasure, too... Minor movements of his cock in Becky's still-pulsing channel sent shock waves through him - his penis was suffering from an INCREDIBLE case of post-coital sensitivity!

"Mmmmm?" Becky roused slowly, eyes unfocused. "Yeah. 'M fine. Damn, that was good!"

"Yeah," Alvin agreed distantly. Hell, it had been incredible! But why? What made this chunky little brunette so special?

Becky got shaky hands under her and raised up; both she and Belle were generating a lot of body heat, and the area where their bodies overlapped was sweat-sticky. "Are you done? Or do you want to go again?"

"Uh," Alvin stepped back and a completely defeated cock slipped from Becky's cleft. Alvin was momentarily tongue-tied with embarrassment; normally, even after he let go, he was still stiff - but the whole encounter had been so cataclysmic. "Guess I'm done, for now," he husked, embarrassed.

Becky turned around and eyed the tool. "Well, we pounded it pretty hard. Sounds like you're up for a rematch, though - and I'm gonna hold you to it!" She turned and slid into his arms and offered her lips - which Alvin took, to his continuing surprise. What's more, when they broke, he had two handfuls of her generous ass!

"Oops!" Alvin let go like he'd been burnt, but Becky just smiled.

"Run along," she chuckled, "I'm sure you've got stuff to do." Turning away, she continued, "I'm supposed to be supervising this..." She blinked, reached down to her cleft, and drew back a soaked hand. "You wouldn't have anything..."

"Oh, yeah! Sure!" Alvin managed to get his trousers up and made for the counter, where he fished a roll of paper towels from beneath and hurried back. "I'm sure you're not the only one..." he mumbled lamely.

"Well, Belle might catch up, but I'm the current leader," Becky replied, grinning. There was a small stool nearby, and she collected it, setting it near Belle's head, and sat on it, dabbing at her nether lips with the paper towel.

Alvin turned and hurried off, plopping on a high stool behind the counter. He sat there, eyeing Becky and looking troubled.

"Your leg," Belle gasped.

"Huh?"

"Get your leg!"

Becky looked down. Sure enough, big drops were rolling down her inner thigh. "Wow! What a flood!" she observed, "I'm gonna drip for a week!"

Belle smiled somewhat distractedly and returned her attention to Lucius, who was steadily poling her with his big cock. Lucius grinned, "Damn, you're good!"

Belle closed her eyes and pulled a breath, "You're no slouch! Mmmmmmm!"

Becky leaned in, "Not exactly punishment, is it?"

Belle smiled, "No."

"Taking Roy down the throat won't be, either," Becky opined.

Belle, eyes closed, shook her head.

"What if Pop does your ass?" Becky inquired.

Belle shrugged, "Maybe." Obviously, she didn't care.

Lucius stepped up the pace. "Let's get us some!" he rumbled.

Belle's hips began rolling in earnest; Lucius' cock was wonderful, and the additional speed was all she needed. She began emitting a series of whining gasps, "Yeah... Yeah... Yeah..." as Lucius slowly applied more power.

Becky could see where this was headed, so she hopped up, uninterested. She found Pop and Roy going over the toy racks. "How's it going, boys?"

Pop looked up, eyeing her nakedness. "Fine. I'm gonna get me another piece, in a bit, if she's still there. What happened to you?"

Becky looked down at herself. "I got carried away."

Pop just nodded, but Roy ogled her. "Pretty good for, uh..."

"Heavy?" Becky grinned ferally. "Good enough for Alvin, over there."

"Musta been," Roy agreed. Tentatively, he reached out a hand...

...And Becky batted it away. "Sorry, I'm done handing it out." She turned and headed back toward Belle, calling over her shoulder, "Let me know if you find anything - she's enjoying herself too much again!" Becky continued past Belle and Lucius and stuck her head through the half-open door of the couples' booth. Pat and Evie were both buck naked, Evie riding Pat's long cock cowgirl style on the couch. Both of them had blissful smiles. Pat was cradling Evie's little flat titties and playing with the nipples; Evie was looking as flushed and animated as Becky had ever seen her. "Hey, Evie!"

Evie's eyes opened, taking in Becky's dishabille. "What happened to you?"

"Got carried away," Becky replied. "Had your sterling example before me... How many is that?"

Evie blushed. "Rubbers? Two."

"Cums?" Becky prompted.

"Four," Pat announced smugly.

"How come you're on the bottom?" Becky chided.

"She wore me out," Pat admitted. "So we switched."

"She didn't wear THAT out," Becky observed, eyeing his still burgeoning erection.

"Nah, just my back."

Evie's eyes were going glassy, and her breathing was getting noisy. "Go 'way, Becky - we're busy!"

Becky grinned and backed out. The drips had slowed down, so she started gathering her clothing. Belle was showing signs of a recent orgasm, and Lucius was grinning from ear to ear as Roy sidled up. "Uh, can I get that..."

Belle opened bleary eyes. "Sure, Sweetheart. Lower my head - use the crank." Moments later, she was accepting Roy's cock. Alvin ambled up and took a couple of photos of Belle being serviced at both ends, directed a couple of troubled glances at Becky, and retired to the counter. Lucius started showing some strain, and Belle started thrashing, gurgling "Oog! Oog! Oog!" around Roy's cock.

About the time Belle started really arching and heaving, Lucius grunted and landed about a half-dozen pile-driver strokes before subsiding. Stroking her thighs, he stood there a moment, then backed off. "Damn, that was good! Gimme a few, and I'll be back!" he announced, stripping off a loaded rubber.

Pop ambled up, and Becky made her request, "She's enjoying it too much again - would you do her ass?"

Pop blinked. "Shit, I'll try!" The idea apparently appealed to him - he had no problem producing an erection, or holding it while applying a rubber. Becky fished a lube packet out of her shorts pocket, and Pop greased himself and Belle up. The insertion provided a satisfactory amount of thrashing and groaning, as far as Becky was concerned; Belle obviously didn't enjoy the initial stages. But she settled down, and Roy's face again took on that look that said he had no worries about her biting his cock off or anything. Becky figured that unless she got really inventive, things were about done. She ambled over to where the master was just helping the older slave to her feet and announced, "I'm afraid I didn't do very well."

Robert shrugged. "She'll find it memorable. It was worth it. I felt that you did a pretty good job!" He glanced over at the action, "Are they about done?"

Becky glanced back at the trio who were working out, "No. They'll take a bit. Then the black guy will probably want another piece. The kid might actually manage thirds! I told them they could have all they wanted..."

"Fine. We've other business to attend to. Belle will be well worked out by the time we're all finished," Robert announced.

"I'm not sure she's being punished," Becky asserted.

"Well, it's difficult. She's a bit of a masochist," Robert allowed. "Got any ideas?"

Becky grinned like a shark. "Well, it's about humiliation, right? Does she live with you?"

"No. Not yet, anyway," Robert admitted.

"So, if she had to entertain them - individually - at her house, in the next week...?"

Robert's eyes bugged. "Whew!" Privately, he wondered if his hold on Belle was that good... "I'll take that under advisement."

"It's radical," Becky admitted, "but it will cure embarrassment!"

Robert nodded, deep in thought. "Are you leaving?"

"My girlfriend is still busy. She kind of surprised me!" Becky admitted.

"You got some pretty hot action, too, it looked like to me..." Robert glanced at Alvin, who glanced at the pair of them and looked troubled.

"Yeah," Becky replied, "I surprised myself, too. But not as much as I surprised him, I think."

Merry smiled. "HE surprised him! He's struggling, but I think if you work him right, you can reel him in!"

"I don't know," Becky replied, "It was great, but it was like lightning - it won't happen again. I'm not what he's looking for."

Robert shook his head. "I wouldn't be too sure. You've proven yourself to be formidable, and resourceful. Don't throw away that advantage." He moved off toward Alvin.

Merry lingered a moment. "Sometimes, what a man THINKS he wants..." She turned and followed her master.

Robert closed on Alvin, who was sitting behind the counter, looking perplexed. "Shall we continue our discussion? I'd like to get some suggestions for apparatus while Belle is finishing..."

"Huh? Oh, sure!" Alvin gathered himself visibly. "I have a couple of pretty good books on the subject..." The pair moved back toward the bondage display. "Are you looking primarily for restraints?"

"Well, I don't know," Robert replied. "Certainly that, but I need to keep the interest of my charges. It wouldn't hurt to have something diabolical up my sleeve..."

Alvin chuckled, and proffered a book. "Why don't you peruse this? It has various classical items in it, along with some suggestions for homemade devices." He grinned widely at Merry. "The most fiendish always seem to fix it so that the victim is hoist on his or her own petard..."

"Perfect!" Robert began thumbing through the volume, examining pictures and diagrams. "Some of these items look like they are not designed to leave the user in any viable condition afterward, but they DO spark the imagination..."

Alvin nodded. "The Inquisition, in particular, was only interested in extracting a confession. Whether there was any truth involved was secondary; so was the survival of the confessor. Still, there are things to be learned, if only what NOT to do!"

"Ummmm," Robert mused, still thumbing pages. "I'll take it. In the short term, though, what can you suggest?"

"What are we looking at for structure?"

"Standard improved basement, concrete floors and walls, drop ceiling over floor joists at seven feet four inches." Robert replied.

"Well, you're not going to be hanging THAT one up vertically," Alvin observed, nodding to Mandi. "Still, if you angle things... May I?" He took the book from Robert and flicked the pages, coming to a picture of an apparatus that dragged upon the victim by the simple expedient of keeping him/her off balance, using the victim's own weight against them. "Something as simple as a fixed sawhorse or a bar at the midriff can make this tolerable for long periods while rendering it uncomfortable as Hell..." He grinned maliciously at Merry, who returned the look, poker faced.

Robert arched an eyebrow. "Had any luck, yet?"

Alvin laughed, "No, she doesn't scare easily!"

Robert turned his full attention on Merry, "Yes. Overconfident, that one..." NOW Merry blanched, realizing the trap she'd fallen into. After a moment, she handed Robert her punishment book.

"Her training is exquisite, though," Alvin observed.

"She's come a long way, and she's highly motivated," Robert replied. He opened the book, poised the pen, examined Merry's worried eyes, and slammed it shut. "She's hard to discipline. It's difficult to find a good reason to do so."

"Why don't you start with a couple of sets of manacles that you can shoot bolts for into the floor, a couple of small tackle rigs, and some D rings?" Alvin suggested, "You'd be surprised how flexible those items are. Locks, a couple of eyebolts... There's really no need to get too fancy. I'd recommend looking at stocks, later, but..."

"Fine. Let's look at suitable restraints. I can always call you if imagination fails," Robert replied. "Merry, have you selected everything that the three of you were to obtain?"

"I think so, Master. Work and dress collars - was there anything else?" Merry asked.

"Nothing explicitly requested, but you may look. What about the engraving?"

"I called it out," Alvin interjected. "The engraver was in. We should have them soon, given the amount of time that has elapsed."

Robert nodded, and Merry got the hint. "I'll go see what Rick and Mandi are doing, Master." A nod of release, and she was off.

When they were alone, Robert asked, "Did you enjoy yourself with the young lady?"

Alvin frowned. "Well, yeah, but..."

"Out with it. Perhaps a second opinion will help."

"I date lots of girls," Alvin related, "and I have standards. She doesn't measure up, but..."

"But?" Robert prompted.

"Look, sir - I have no shortage of girlfriends, and nice as they are, Merry and Mandi don't measure up! This Becky doesn't even come close! When I'm out, girls like her don't even bother to ask! But I'm standing there, and she says 'Kiss me!' and I do it! And she says 'Fuck me!' and I do that, too! And I don't know why!"

"Is that so bad?" Robert wondered.

"Well, it isn't half of it!" Alvin burst out. "I get laid a lot! I got laid this morning! I have a half-dozen 'friends' who hang out with me to pick up the leftovers!" Alvin glanced around like he was expecting Candid Camera, and hissed, "And that was hands down the best piece of ass I've EVER had!"

Robert chuckled. "This is killing you isn't it?"

"Yeah!" Alvin grunted, "I just can't figure it! Normally, I'm in complete control - I say who cums, when, and how hard. With Becky, I wasn't in any kind of control - I was just hangin' out there, lovin' it. And when she came, she took me with her!" He rubbed his face. "I'm still trying to figure out how I got there in the first place!"

Robert chuckled. "Obviously, the young lady has something missing in your other applicants."

"What?" Alvin demanded, irritated, "Forty pounds? Acne?"

"Hmmmm. I, personally, found her to be extremely resourceful, and more than a little intelligent. And while physically, she wouldn't make my top ten, either, she's not totally repulsive..."

"Look!" Alvin whipped out his wallet, displaying pictures of three svelte creatures, the most modest of which was in a string bikini. "THIS is the competition!"

"I submit to you, Son, that SOMETHING is trying to tell you that it's time to look past the packaging! You just said it! You're not really having fun with these girls - they are an exercise in control - nothing more!"

"Okay, but why her? Why this particular fat chick?" Alvin whined.

"You might as well ask why DNA is twisted clockwise - if it is. Is your sudden appreciation of the heavier side general?" Robert queried.

Alvin glanced at Belle, then across the room at Monica. "Nope. At least, I don't think so. Nobody else here is her age, but..."

"Then it could be anything - her personality, pheromones, perfume. Maybe she reminds you of - oh, I don't know! - your mother?"

"Um, not likely," Alvin shook his head.

"Well, your subconscious is screaming at you," Robert observed. "You need to get your head straight, or re-evaluate your priorities." He took another look at the Miss Alvin contestants. "These girls all look pretty high-maintenance to me. How would you like to be stuck with one of them for, say, twenty years?"

Alvin was making a face before he thought about it! "Uhhh..." Realization dawned. "Well, I'm not ready for THIS!"

Robert laughed. "Well," he chuckled, "You need to get a handle on what it is that she brings to the table that your hindbrain has such an interest in. After that, you can try to figure out what to do about it. I can tell you this: It isn't sex."

"It isn't?" Alvin looked stricken.

"No, it isn't," Robert replied. "She had you jumping through hoops long before she bent over and rubbed your cock in her wet spot!"

"Hoooo boy!" Alvin moaned, "Let's talk about something simple, like diabolical torture devices!"

The two spoke of outfitting the Nellis' basement as a dungeon/playroom and of the various methods of handling the photos from the first visit. In the meantime, Pop got his licks in Belle's ass, Ray lost a second load in Belle's throat, and Lucius started his second round in Belle's tight box.

Robert looked over at where Pop and Roy were regaining their trousers. "Gentlemen!" All three men granted him their attention. "Alvin has your contact information?" Ray and Lucius merely nodded, Lucius pumping steadily. Pop was more suspicious. "Yeah, why?"

"I may want you to make another delivery," Robert announced. That got their attention! Belle's too! Her eyes went from pleasure-filled slits to wide orbs, which she turned on her new master. Robert stared back, smiling enigmatically.

Merry stood with Rick and Mandi, watching the proceedings. "Well, better her than me..."

"Something wrong, Mum?" Rick asked.

Merry sighed. "I acted too unconcerned when Alvin teased me about getting tied up in the basement," she announced ruefully. "Now I'm afraid I'm in for it." She caught Mandi's eye, "You're lucky - your master merely has stamina. Mine's diabolical!"

"Maybe I'll get Pop to swap for a week," Rick mused. "He can wail on Mandi... That would put an end to all of the anticipation."

Merry rolled her eyes, "As if that's a major issue! Besides, your father would get a week's worth of young stuff; what would YOU get?" Rick wiggled his eyebrows and Merry erupted, "Rick! I'm your mother!"

Rick chuckled evilly. "Wait'll I tell him how interested you are!"

"Rick! No! Oh, God!" Turning to Mandi, Merry begged, "Say something!"

Mandi shook her head, "You think I have any influence on him?"

Merry turned away, "Me and my big mouth!" But she couldn't deny the itch.

Belle, already worked up, was having no problem climaxing under Lucius' driving attack. This time, he wasn't taking it easy, and Belle gave herself to the pleasure as control slipped away for the second time since he'd entered her. In the midst of her explosion, she felt him surge and pulse, and when he collapsed across her she found herself kissing him. Skin color didn't matter - and besides, he had big, soft lips...

"I hate to rush you, but we're all done, here..." Robert announced apologetically.

Lucius backed off Belle and smiled at her. "Well, it was a LOT more than I expected to get when I arrived! Thanks, Baby!"

Belle smiled, and set about trying to get her limbs to work. She was limp as a dishrag, and sore in some of the oddest places...

"Give your men a hug, and come over here and kneel up," Robert directed.

Belle did so. Roy was still looking at her cow-eyed, and seemed incapable of saying anything but "Damn!" Pop, whose real name was Ed something, murmured, "Sorry about the ass..." Belle kissed him on the cheek, and murmured, "It was fine. Did you like it?" Pop nodded, embarrassed.

Lucius gave her a big hug. "That was sure fine!"

Belle smiled. "Becky was right, you ARE luscious!" Lucius laughed and patted her on the ass. Belle slowly made her way to Robert, and knelt. She needed a good massage and some painkillers, but otherwise, it had been a remarkable experience!

Robert collared her with her new 'working' collar. While he was at it, Becky wandered over, "No hard feelings?"

Belle smiled. "No. God knows what I'd have done in your place!"

"Um, what about the, uh..." Becky colored.

"Girl stuff?" Belle smiled. "I didn't mind."

"So, are you embarrassed?" Robert queried.

"About what I did? Yes. About this?" Belle indicated her nakedness "No."

"Good," Robert approved. "Girls, recover your clothing - it's time to leave." Turning to Becky, he rumbled, "Thanks. You did a helluva job." Carefully not looking at Alvin, he murmured, "Stay on him - he's confused, but he'll get used to it." Getting a nod from Rick, he turned to the slaves, "Collect our stuff - we're leaving!" and turned toward the door, leading the caravan out.

Lucius, sated, wandered to the door behind the group, but was stopped momentarily by Monica. "I agree with the others," she whispered, pressing a slip of paper into his hand, "You ARE luscious! Call me - or better yet, I get off at ten..."

Lucius gave her a quick once-over (which she passed), and hit the door muttering, "It's fucking Christmas..."

Becky drifted over to the counter, where Alvin sat regarding her warily. Monica, released from door duty, drifted back into the area just in time to hear Becky ask, "So, when do you get off?"

"Ten," Alvin replied, then blinked. Why in the Hell hadn't he kept his mouth shut? "Uh, I've got to know: Are you wearing some kind of pheromone perfume, or something?"

"Noooo," Becky replied, making a show of sniffing, "I'm a little bit whiff from the exercise... Hmmmm, there's a distinct whiff of excitement," she regarded him sidelong, "And you, of course..." She shrugged. "I'll take a shower and be basically back to where I was when I walked in. Evie and I didn't doll up to come here." Once again, she gave him the look. "Would have, if I'd known..." Watching his face, she scowled. "Still trying to figure out why you did it, aren't you? Funny, I don't see you puking on the floor!" she snapped. "Look, Honey, somewhere in your head is a place that knows the difference between display pieces and the real thing. You need to get in touch with it, because if you and it were talking, you'd be married already!"

Evie came out of the couples' booth towing Patrick, looking significantly mussed and absolutely radiant. Becky was tempted to chide her about her odd gait, but realized that she had the same problem. Catching Becky's eye, Evie announced, "We need to take Pat home, okay?"

Becky chuckled in amusement. Evie was absolutely transparent; she wanted to know where the boy lived! Judging from the look on Pat's face, though, if Evie showed up at his place, the only questions would revolve around how much secrecy would be required to get her into his room... "You're robbing the cradle, Evie - how old is he?"

Evie frowned, slicked a loose strand of her thin blonde hair behind an ear and stamped a narrow foot. "He's outta high school! That stuff doesn't matter any more! Besides, I'm not THAT much older!" she asserted indignantly.

Pat slid in behind her. "You tell 'em, Baby," he murmured, then settled his lips on the right side of Evie's neck. Evie flinched away, then stopped, backed up, and re-presented her neck, smiling.

Becky had to admit, a little nookie did Evie wonders... "Whatever. Don't get goo on the back seat, you two!" Turning back to Alvin, she eyed him for a moment. "How many girlfriends do you have?"

Alvin scowled. Where was THIS headed? "Five or six."

"Serious about any of them?" Becky cocked an eyebrow.

"No."

"That easy, huh?" Becky smiled crookedly.

"Well, yeah..." Alvin started feeling a resemblance to a cockroach.

"But is it that good?" Becky hopped up and bussed him on the lips. "See you at ten." She turned and headed for the door.

Anger flashed in Alvin, "I..."

"Hmm?" Becky glanced over her shoulder.

"Nothing," Alvin sulked. Becky was smiling as she hit the door, wide hips swaying.

Monica looked on in amusement, unable to resist setting a needle. "So, are you gonna date her?"

Alvin whirled on her, "No!" A moment later, resignation filtered through the irritation. "Yes."

Monica chuckled, "So, are you into big girls now?" She jiggled her chest.

"No!" The 'Duh!" was unspoken, but inherent in the tone. "The fact that she's chunky doesn't seem to have anything to do with it... Wish I knew what DID!"

"I think she's got a point!" Monica pontificated. "I've seen you with those other chicks." She paused a moment, then, "I've seen you fuck those other chicks!"

"You WHAT?" Alvin exploded.

Monica reached over and flicked three switches. The closed circuit monitor displayed the interior of the couples' booth. "Jesus Christ!" Alvin roared, "You..."

"I have plenty of background for comparison," Monica murmured, making shift to ignore his outrage. "You don't fuck those other girls, you masturbate with them. They could be a blow-up doll, or a penis pump. You fucked Becky. And you had a helluva time, too, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Alvin admitted. "I kinda let go and went ape-shit on her. But..."

"But nothing!" Monica snapped. "I watched you let that woman put a rubber on you!"

"I took it off!"

"But your normal playmates can't even mention the word! You know why? 'Cause it makes 'em unworthy of the effort! You probably couldn't even get yourself to cum with one on!" Monica shook her head. "Face it, its chemistry! Quit trying to analyze it and enjoy it! The answer will come to you, if you really need it!" She eyed him for a moment. "What did she say to you when you took it off?"

Alvin grinned and screwed up his face into a parody of Becky's, announcing in a high voice, "Fat chicks are notoriously fertile!"

Monica cracked up. "Oh, boy!" she wheezed, trying to get air. "That set you off? You were tearing it up..."

"I went totally psycho! Told her I guessed that made me a daddy and just went nuts on her, running this big fantasy of her dumping a litter, like puppies, while I pounded her into the middle of next week! It was total nutcase time!"

Monica grinned, "Was it good?"

"Was it!? It was... unreal! I totally lost it!" Alvin shook his head.

"Ever had that kind of fun before?" Monica asked, eyes dancing.

"No." Suspicion took over Alvin's expression. "Let me guess where you're going with this..."

Monica shook her head. "You don't have to. Let me ask you a question: Do you date women to enjoy yourself, or to be seen with them?" Alvin opened his mouth, but Monica forestalled him, "Don't answer - just think about it. While you're thinking, I'll offer you a proposition: I'll bet you twenty bucks to a public blowjob that if you start dating her, her face will dry up and she'll drop twenty pounds."

Alvin looked really bothered. "Can we let this go for a while?"

"Sure." Monica changed the subject. "How much did the Nellis harem drop?"