The Wrong Way - or Is It? & Other Short Stories
by Ernest Bywater & Cazna Rochester
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to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. All rights
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With special thanks to Connard Wellingham for allowing
me to ‘borrow’ some characters from the excellent story
‘The Girls' School’ for use in 'Revenge for the School.'
Some stories were originally written by Cazna Rochester
in 2007 and 2008. In 2012 Cazna asked Ernest Bywater to
revise and edit the stories and gave the copyright to him.
Cover Art
Copyrighted to Yotna El'toub 2008. Text by Ernest Bywater
All rights to the images are reserved by their owners.
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Table of Contents
The Wrong Way - or Is It?
The Pool
The Hut
The Search
The Next Day
Another Day
The Pool - Again
The Searchers - Again
Family History
The Outcomes
A Year Later
Naughty Jo
Agreeing to Meet
Misogynist Musings
The Meeting
The Fun Starts
Closing Out
Photographic Problems
Background
Bad News
Worse News
New Management
Sexy Shoot
Next Day
Truth Will Out
The Plan Backfires
Afterwards
Sorority Staff
Beginnings
Party Plans
Party Time
Dinner Surprises
Sunday
Following Weeks
Parental Displeasure
Today
Come the Dawn
Research and Development
Later
2007
Research Results
Caught Intruders
Games Night
Teacher's Pets
Background
Odessa
The Club
Changing Room
At Home
Lena's Lesson
Bed Games
Saturday
Discipline
Hospital Visit
Moving House
Teacher's Education
Background
The Club
Uri's Apartment
A New Player
Counter Play
A Strange Interview
Pay Back
Revenge for the School
Author's Note
Investigations
Such a Sweet Sauce
Training
Fun Mail
Headings are centred -
a story,
a chapter,
a sub-chapter,
a section.
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by Ernest Bywater
Eighteen year old Yumi wanders away from her class on the nature tour in the old natural woodland of an ancient estate. This part of these ancient woods is a bit spooky. Yumi wonders what secrets it may hide.
In the bushes near the edge of the shallow marshy pool stands a large hairy shape watching the exotic looking schoolgirl in the short check skirt and tight fitting white top. Her clothes are more form fitting than he's used to seeing girls and women wear. They show her shape well. The Japanese girls of her age usually have smaller breasts and he's not used to seeing a girl her age look so much like a mature woman. The sight is delicious, and his reaction to the sight of her very evident femininity is obvious because he has no clothes on. Like a ghost, he makes no sound while he moves closer to her. In just a moment he's standing beside the tree two paces behind her. With a wide grin he steps forward and reaches a hairy arm around her to cover her mouth as his other arm goes around her slim waist to pull her back against his body.
Yumi feels two large arms go around her; one across her mouth and one across her body, just under her breasts. As she's pulled back against the body behind her she feels his manhood pushing against her - the pressure of being pulled against her captor forces them into very close contact. She starts to struggle. The shock of realising her legs are no longer touching the ground causes her to cease her struggling, and to wait to see what he captor intends to do now.
A soft baritone voice whispers in her ear, “I know there's enough forest between us and the others to absorb your screams, so they won't hear them; but I don't like loud noises. Loud noises make me angry, and I do bad things when I'm angry. Be quiet and do as you're told, and you'll live to leave my realm alive. Do you understand? Nod your head if you do.” She nods. “You're a very lovely woman, and I'm sure you can already feel how lovely I think you are. Do you have something you can use as a blindfold?” Thinking of her school tie, she nods again. “I'm going to release you. You'll not scream or turn around. You'll get that object and put it on as a blindfold.”
The arms release her and Yumi slides down his body as she drops a hand's width to the woodland floor. With tears in the back of her eyes, Yumi is quiet as she takes her tie from around her neck and places it around her eyes. As she ties it behind her head she realises she's about to lose her virgin innocence here in the woodland, to a man she doesn't know and will never see. This thought both appals her and excites her at the same time. The man is still right behind her and she can feel his body against hers; this excites her more, and she doesn't understand why it does. With the blindfold in place she drops her hands to her sides and stands there.
He's silent as he watches her tie the blindfold and drop her hands to her sides. Her quiet compliance excites him further. He smells a familiar smell, one he hasn't smelt in a long time. He makes a loud noise as he sniffs deeply of the faint aroma of the girl as her arousal becomes evident. He grins because he now knows she's in full agreement with some of his plans for her. He leans close to her face, and she flinches as his hairy cheek brushes her neck. He takes a strong sniff of her skin and licks her neck.
The feel of her unknown assailant touching her neck to sniff and lick her also both frightens and excites young Yumi. In her surprise at being gently licked on the neck she sucks in a large breath, causing her to both smell and taste the musky maleness of her assailant's aroma in her nose and on her tongue. She knows he's going to rape her, and now there's nothing she wants more than to have him inside her. She doesn't know why this is so, and the thought of wanting to be raped scares her, but it doesn't stop her from becoming more aroused with each passing second.
Smiling, the hairy man steps back. He reaches forward and takes her hand, “Come with me.” Like two ghosts, they're silent as they move through the woodland to a small forest hut not far away. As they walk through the woodland she keeps a track of the steps and directions in just the way her sensei trained her to. She feels a sudden cold, and shivers as it feels like she's walking through a very dense and cold fog. Fogs are common in this area, so she soon forgets the mild discomfort.
Yumi walks just behind and beside her assailant as he leads her away. She hears a hut door open, and feels a firmer surface under her feet for two paces before he stops her. The air feels much warmer and she can hear a fire off to the side as the man lets go of her hand.
Stopping the girl in the middle of his little shack he lets go of her hand as he turns to close the door. Turning back to the girl he walks around her to face her, and says, “Now you're in a time and place of my choosing. When I'm finished with you I'll return you safely to yours. Just do as I tell you and you'll come to no harm. Now take off your clothes.”
She undoes the buttons of her vest and slips it off. As she prepares to drop it on the floor she feels it get lighter and it starts to lift up as she lets it go; the man must be taking her clothes as she removes them. She removes her blouse, for the same treatment, followed by her bra. Undoing her skirt she slides it off and lifts it up as she stands up.
Seeing her remove the outer garment the man takes it off her and places it on a shelf. He does the same with the rest of her clothes. She's soon naked - except for her shoes, socks, and blindfold. She slips her feet out of her shoes and bends to remove her knee high black socks, he says, “Leave them.”
He leads her to the side and helps her lay down on his simple cot. Once she's settled on the cot he pulls her legs apart and places her heels against her bum so her thighs are as wide spread as they can get while she stays on the cot. He now has a perfect view of her and all her femininity.
He smiles as his hand reaches between her thighs and he says, “You're a most perfect looking woman, Miss Ashagi.”
Yumi is shocked to be addressed by her family name. She knows her family has an ancestral home close by, but she lives and goes to school in the city nearly an hour's drive away, and her uniform is from a city school. She wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the compulsory school excursion for the woodland nature tour.
“It's been a long long time since I've had an Ashagi woman, and even longer since I've had a virgin. This will be doubly sweet as I take you and give you my child.”
This last comment shocks her, as she wonders how he knows she's not on the pill at the moment. Everyone takes the contraceptives, male and female, unless married and approved to have a child by the government; she's neither. The only other time you may be off he pill is when the doctor takes you off due to a clash with other medication; which is the case for her. She's near the very end of a six week course of antibiotics for an infection. Medical records are high security and there's no way he can have access to that information, no way. In fright she asks in a soft contralto, “How do you know you can get me pregnant?”
“I can smell your body's readiness for impregnation. This is your most fertile time, and I'm going to make use of that.” She gulps at his reply, as she had no idea men could smell that about a woman.
She hears the cot creaks as he lowers himself onto the cot, and then feels him as he places himself at the entrance to her womanhood. He's very slow as he enters her, and she winces with pain as he broaches her maidenhead. It feels like it takes forever for him to slide all the way into her as his huge member spreads her wide with its girth. A little later his groin is against hers, and he starts to withdraw. When he's almost out he starts forward again, but a bit faster. He moves in and out of her, faster and faster with each movement. Very soon he's moving like a fast engine piston as he goes in and out. Before too long she reaches an orgasm, her first of many orgasms with him in her. Several minutes later he lifts her hips as he gains a deeper entry - to place his seed in her womb. He rolls her over to her side so they lay together, side by side, while still coupled. They go to sleep, as they're both very tired from the exercise.
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Although his initial entry hurt a little, Yumi is soon enjoying the encounter as he brings her to completion time and time again. She's very tired and exhausted from the pleasant activity, and almost asleep when she feels him filling her womb with his seed. She knows she should get up and escape now, but she's too tired, and just goes to sleep in her exhaustion. Later she wakes up as she's well on her way to another orgasm while he's taking her again. During the day he takes her several times, each time placing his seed in her womb. And she really enjoys herself with many orgasms during their coupling each time he takes her. This is mainly due to the gentle way he touches her when he does.
It's the start of the class lunchtime and the teaching assistant is handing out the lunches when she notices she has one extra; that's impossible because she checked the numbers when they got off the bus. She tells the teacher and he does a quick survey of the class, one student is missing - Miss Yumi Ashagi. He gulps. The Ashagi family may no longer be the rich warlords their ancestors were, but the family is still greatly respected and powerful. If any harm has come to her he can kiss his career goodbye, no more promotions - ever. The one saving grace is this woodland, one of the few left in the region, is open for public use, but is Ashagi land, as it's part of their original ancestral home and she lived nearby as a small child - so she should know it much better than can usually be expected of the students. He hopes and prays she's all right as he starts the proper procedures by calling the ranger station to report a missing student in the woodland.
On receiving the notification the rangers close all entrances and exits as they commence a scanner sweep of the woodland by unmanned aircraft; these are large remote control model planes with infra-red and visual sensors on-board. At the same time they do a quick check of the gateway identity scanners that check everyone's ID implant as they pass by. They find many people in the woodland; they're soon checked out by the rangers, and are marked off as they're identified. It takes about twenty minutes to locate and identify everyone in the woodland. This worries them as the gateway scanners show her entering the woodland, but not leaving it, and the flying scanners would detect all living persons; in fact, they detect all creatures larger than a cat. The only way a person wouldn't be detected is if they're dead and cooled off, or not in the woodland at all. But they can't locate her in the woodland and there's no record she left it. So she must still be in here somewhere, and they now need to conduct a visual ground search.
Extra help is called in for them to start a complete visual search of the park by forming a line at one boundary with people a pace apart and walking across the entire woodland. They need twelve hundred soldiers to form the line, and organise for them to arrive before dawn the next day.
Yumi's family are informed as soon as the initial search starts, and are soon on hand in the ancestral home. Her mother and two younger sisters are staying in the hotel their ancestral home has been converted to as a source of income to maintain the lands. Doing this caused some loss of prestige, but much less than losing the land itself would have, and it means the lands stay in the family, despite their loss of power over the centuries. This home of a once proud Shogun is now a tourist hotel and museum showing how the rich and powerful used to live in previous centuries.
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During the night Yumi wakes a number of times as her assailant is again taking her and inseminating her. She should be angry, but the great amount of pleasure he gives her only makes her smile as he takes her again and again, to her great pleasure.
The soldiers arrive before dawn and spread out along the eastern boundary, awaiting the sun. When it's light enough to see clearly they start out in a slow walk across the whole woodland. It's nearly dusk when they reach the western boundary, with no sight of the girl or her personal effects. This total lack of anything worries them, as she should not have been able to leave the area without being detected, and any accident should have left some sort of trace to be seen by the searchers.
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In the morning he takes her again as the dawn breaks. Then, for the first time since he entered her mid-morning on the day before, he gets off the cot. A moment later he helps her up and takes her outside to relieve herself as he watches. She can hear him doing the same. Back inside to eat some fruit he gives her, and back to the cot.
Once back on the cot she automatically goes to the wide open position he placed her in yesterday. She smiles as he chuckles and mounts her again. She wonders how hairy he is because she found out, during their couplings, his whole body is covered with thick body hair; very unusual in Japanese men. As he moves within her, taking her closer to another orgasmic peak, she runs her hands over his back. She did this many times yesterday and last night, but this is the first time she's done it while not half out of her mind with pleasure. She notices many deep scars where his back has been cut and pierced by things in the past, and wonders what caused them. Her mind stops thinking as he brings her to orgasm again and again.
All day they take short naps between rutting sessions; it's not love making, just a straight forward breeding rutting. Each time they couple he fills her with his seed and she falls asleep. This process continues through the day and the second night, with only a few stops to relieve themselves and eat some fruit.
Just before dawn of the second day since he first took her he withdraws and takes her outside to relieve herself for the fourth or fifth time. As they go back in he hands her some fruit to eat again. When they finish eating he stands her up and places her clothes in her hands. With a sudden sadness about the end of their encounter she starts to get dressed.
Once she's dressed he says, “Take care to protect our child growing in you, and see it's born healthy.” She nods as she wonders how he can know she's pregnant. Although, with the amount of his seed in her she should be. “In the old well of the main house compound, the one near the eastern corner of the main house, there's a stone about five person length's down. It's marked with the sign of the first great Ashagi Shogun. You'll find it on the western wall of the well. Break that stone by hitting it hard with a hammer and chisel. This will give you room to remove several more stones that cover a passageway leading under the house to a long sealed storeroom full of your family's ancient treasures. Find it and use it well. Use it to raise our child as a Shogun should be raised.”
She's numb as she listens to him, while she wonders if this is true, and how he knows this - if it is! He's gentle as he leads her from the hut and back through the woodland to the place where they first met. Again she shivers as they pass through a very dense cold fog.
He lets her go and withdraws into the bushes as he says, “The Ashagi Lords have always been power hungry brutal men, while their woman have been gentle loving creatures. Our child will be a man and become a great Ashagi Lord, but, unlike the others, he'll be like you; gentle and loving instead of a power hungry brute. His lack of desire for power is what will bring him more power than any previous Ashagi Lord has known. Remember this and the treasure, and love him well for us both, as I won't be there to do so. And remember, foresters are people too.” With that, he's gone, vanished back into the woodlands and the fog.
She stands there for a few minutes before she realises he's left her. She reaches up and undoes the blindfold. Searching the woodland around her with her eyes she sees no sign of him; she looks for his footprints, but sees only her own. Sighing, she turns and heads towards where she knows the main path to be.
After an afternoon, a day, and two nights with no sighting of Yumi Ashagi the fifteen woodland rangers are getting very concerned for her safety. As they sit around their breakfast table discussing what else they can do they're very surprised to hear someone knock on the door of their quarters. This is a surprise, as the woodlands aren't yet open to the public for the day. The senior ranger waves at the most junior ranger, and he goes to the door to open it.
All the rangers turn to look out the door as it slides back, as they're curious to know who would come calling on them this early. They're all shocked to see a schoolgirl in clean clothes standing there. The clothes are a bit rumpled, but no more than what you'd expect if she'd walked for a few hours.
Their shock is compounded when the girl speaks, “Excuse me, my name is Yumi Ashagi. May I please use your phone to call my parents, as I've been out of touch for two days.” The senior ranger is stunned by this, and nods his head while he waves to the phone in the corner. She bows her thanks, and goes to the phone. She calls her parent's home in the city, and it redirects her to the ancestral house that's now a hotel.
She spends quite a lot of time going through her story for the police, the rangers, her parents, and the army. She's upset by their inability to understand her story. She's told them everything except about the hidden wealth. The main reason for their not understanding is they weren't able to find her in the woodland for two days, and have no record of her departure or return; this is impossible, and they have a major problem accepting or understanding the impossible.
Yumi has a good memory, and leads them back into the woodland to the place beside the marshy pond. She then leads them to the hut, but the hut isn't there. The place is a small clearing in the woodland and there's evidence of where a hut had once stood. But not for many generation, as all that's left is the overgrown stonework of what was the chimney. All are shaking their heads as they return to the main entrance to the woodlands.
Once back in the main house Yumi's mother starts going through the old records, and finds an interesting entry. An old map that's over eight hundred years of age and shows a forester's hut in that clearing. Checking the archives she finds a record over nine hundred years old of a forester who fell in love with one of the Ashagi daughters, and she with him. The record speaks of her father's anger when he finds out about their love. He orders the man to be hunted down and killed in a very brutal manner. On finding out she's with child the father has her aborted against her will, and arranges her marriage to an influential shogun. She delivers a great insult to this man by committing Seppuku, a form of ritual suicide, at the wedding ceremony. War erupts between the two great shoguns, and both lose a great deal of prestige and power in the decades long series of conflicts. This is the start of the slow decline of the Ashagi power.
In a side reference, Yumi's mother finds a note the dying forester had cursed the shogun. It was such an unusual curse one of the scribes recorded it: “The greedy Ashagi Shogun seek only power and wealth. Because of this, I curse you. Your ancestor's wealth you seek will stay hidden, and your power will decline until a child of mine is carried by the Ashagi heir. He will be a shogun of gentleness and love, he'll be the most powerful Ashagi Shogun of all. Mark this curse and note it down, as your ancestors will need to know of its power.”
Yumi's mother takes the ancient record and shows it to Yumi. She gulps and he eyes go very wide as she wonders if she carries the child of man dead nearly a millennium. She turns to her mother and tells her, for the first time, of the well and the hidden wealth it contains.
The family is no longer rich and no longer powerful, although they do still have some influence - due to respect for what the family had once been. Using the last of her own family money, Yumi's mother hires some equipment to lower her and Yumi down the well. As they go down the well they shine torches on the western face of the well. About ten metres down they see a stone with the mark of the Great Ashagi Shogun, the man who built the Ashagi empire some twelve generations before the shogun who killed the forester. Yumi holds a cold chisel steady as her mother hits it hard with a hammer. The rock shatters, and reveals itself to be nothing but a thin coating of rock; eight more rocks around it are soon dealt with in the same manner. Putting on breather masks the two women enter the passage exposed by their work. At the end of the passage they find a large metal studded wooden door. Opening the door they find a large storeroom.
The room is lined with chests of jewels and gold coins, while the greatest treasures aren't in the chest, but beside them. Ancient weapons, body armour, tools, and other artefacts; all about fifteen hundred years old, and all in perfect condition. And all of it belonging to Yumi as the senior mainline Ashagi heir since her father died two years ago in a car accident with her two brothers. Her mother picks up some gems from one of the chests and they return to the well, measuring their steps as they do.
When they're back on the ground beside the well Yumi tells her mother to stand by the well. Going to the main house entrance Yumi strikes the great gong there. This is used only by the Ashagi Shogun to call the household and troops together for major announcements. Many people come running, as it should never be rung now. They're amazed to see a much changed Yumi standing beside the gong as she strikes it again. Standing tall, as she's drawn herself up, a much more confident Yumi issues orders for armed guards to be gathered to protect the Ashagi heritage and lands, and sends others to contact the great scholars of antiquities so they may examine Ashagi artefacts from the period of the Great Ashagi Shogun. People scurry to do as instructed by the new Ashagi Shogun; the first female Ashagi Shogun, and probably the first female Shogun of any house.
The scholars come and verify the wonders found. Because these are full specimens in good order they tell much that had previously been guessed at, and often guessed wrong. The gems are worth billions in today's prices, but the artefacts are worth ten times that. The best examples are kept for display at the Ashagi Museum in the Main House, and the rest are sold to museums around the country; costing the government and other benefactors a major fortune. Many of the items are sold at well below their real worth in order to keep them in the country, and most are sold on terms of payment over time; but that was preferable to selling them to private overseas collectors.
The Ashagi name and fortune is greatly increased through this find, as does the power of the newest Ashagi Shogun - Yumi.
Nineteen year old Yumi wanders away from her class on the nature tour in the old natural woodland of an ancient estate. This part of these ancient woods is a bit spooky. Yumi wonders what secrets it may hide. ....
.... and wonders if it still hides the secret powers it had when she was first here exactly twelve months ago, as she misses her forester lover. She stands there with her three month old son in her arms, looking around and seeing no one. But she senses her old lovers eyes on her, and imagines him smiling at their son. With a smile of her own, she turns to return to the path she'd strayed from. As she does a wind blows through the woodland, and she seems to hear a faint voice on the wind - “Love him well for us both, as I won't be there to do so. And remember, foresters are people too.”
by Ernest Bywater
Jo has a huge grin while typing a reply to the message on the forum. The grin grows wider as the words appeared on the screen.
OK, Miss Millie, let's meet on Friday afternoon. I know we live in the same city, so drive out along Jamieson Road. Stop near the entrance to the Henry farm and get out of the car. Walk around the car and wait two minutes. Then go down to the entrance to the Mills farm. Under a rock beside their mailbox will be the instructions to the next place. If I don't like what I see at the first stop there'll be no instructions at the third stop. Come prepared to stay the weekend, and I'm in total charge. Agreed?
Naughty Jo
Within seconds there's a reply from Miss Millie agreeing to all the conditions. At the same time a request for a private chat comes in from Lizzy, and is soon followed by ones from Mistress Mary, Katie M, Mandy, and Lost Lady. Jo clicks on the accept button and sends a message to them all, acknowledging they're all on-line and asking if a group chat is OK. All agree. And the flood gates open wide, very wide, as her friends respond.
Lizzy: Are you nuts. Millie's a guy, it's obvious. Just because someone's on a lesbian forum doesn't mean they're a girl, let alone a lesbian. Millie's responses are all a guy wanting a girl. You can't trust someone who lies like Millie does.
Katie M: I'm sure Millie's the new name for Fancy Fran, that arse hole of a man who was trying to get us girls alone last year.
Lost Lady: You do know some of the other girls from your city have left the boards after meeting someone and being raped. I think this is one of those type of meetings.
Naughty Jo: LL, how do you know what city I'm in?
Mistress Mary: She knows, Jo, like I do. Having lived there, I recognise many of the places you describe in your stories. Sure, you changed the names, but the descriptions and things match. Anyone who lived there for a few years will recognise it. The same as you recognised Millie was a local.
Mandy: NJ, please don't do this. It's too dangerous.
Naughty Jo: I'll get back to you all later. Trust me. Please.
The chat goes on along similar lines for about twenty minutes.
Lost Lady: OK, Jo, I realise we can't talk you out of this. I know who you are in real life and know you would've given in by now if you didn't have your mind set on this. I ask one thing: Think how your grandfather would deal with this, and act accordingly. Use your brains and protect yourself.
Naughty Jo: LL, yes, I'm set on this happening. And I'll think more about making it safer. I'm not too surprised some of you recognised my city, but am surprised you can recognise who I am. But, if you really do know me, then you know I can look after myself. Bye, catch you all later.
With a sigh, Jo logs off and turns to the other desk to write up the meeting instructions. Regardless of what was said, this meeting is going to happen as Jo wants it real bad, for many reasons. He's surprised Lost Lady knows his grandfather and wonders about it, especially since LL is a lesbian and his grandfather was extremely anti-homosexual. His extremist attitudes was one of the reason Jo avoided his grandfather.
Jo stands and goes to cook some dinner. While the microwave heats the meal he ponders which of his friends to ask for help in dealing with this predatory bastard who's hurting Jo's local lesbian friends. He can't understand why this person hurts people who don't do anyone any harm, but he's out to stop them.
Later that evening Jo is sitting at the computer giving a new story a final read and check before uploading his latest Naughty Jo's Lesbian High School Adventures story to storiesonline.net, and uploads it.
Across the city Peter Green is smiling as he prepares his dinner while he thinks, 'Tomorrow I get to teach another lesbian bitch what her cunt's good for. I just love trolling these lesbian forums. And now I've got one of the hottest lesbian story tellers in my sights. I'll stop her turning girls from guys. I'll enjoy fucking her brains out, too.'
After a quick dinner Peter is going through his special clothes as he decides what to wear tomorrow. Being of slight build, 160 centimetres in height, and a fine bone structure, he easily passes for a schoolgirl when he wears the right clothes and has a little make-up on.
Pulling out a nice short skirt and tight top he lays them aside as he selects the tights and shoes to go with them. On top of them he lays a specially made white lace bra; fully padded with fake breasts - 32 C.
His anticipation of tomorrow and the weekend is so great he starts to play with himself. He comes twice in the bath while he relives his past rapes of lesbians, and has a fantasy about what's to come on the weekend. He smiles at the pun as he makes it.
Jo watches through high powered binoculars as an older four door sedan stops at the entrance to the Henry farm. The driver gets out and takes a slow walk around the car before stopping to lean against the driver's door. After a little while the driver spends time leaning on each of the bonnet, the passenger door, and the boot, before getting back in the car and driving off.
The driver looked like a typical high-school senior, short skirt, tight top, nicely filled - but not huge, flesh coloured tights, and practical low heel shoes. Only a little make-up, just enough to accent the right parts of the face. Not very pretty, but OK and not ugly.
Jo smiles while observing the driver. After the other car leaves Jo walks down the hill, throws a leg over a motor bike, and rides off to the final meeting place.
Half an hour, and four stops, later Peter pulls up outside a remote farmhouse a third of the way around the edge of the city from where he started. With a small smile he gets out and walks up to the front door as he thanks all those acting lessons he had while part of the high-school Performing Arts Club.
The door is ajar and the note said to just walk in. So he pushes the door open and walks in. He stops just inside the room, and smiles as he looks around the room.
Jo is standing in the middle of the front room of his grandfather's old farmhouse as he waits for Miss Millie. Jo's only clothes are knickers and a flared knee length skirt, a nice blouse is lying on a lounge chair nearby with Jo's 38CC bra on top of it. At only 165 centimetres and of medium build, Jo's firm CC breasts look bigger than they are.
The door opens and the high-school senior from the car walks in. They both grin as Jo says, “Hello Sweetie, come here and suck on my tits.” Peter is quick to cross the room and do as he's told.
Several minutes later Jo pulls Peter's head back, takes his hand, and leads him to the bedroom. Pointing at the bed Jo says, “Lie down.”
They both lie on the bed and start kissing. Peter plays with Jo's breasts. A slight movement and Jo's breasts are crushing into Peter's chest as they kiss. Jo's hand makes contact with Peter's right arm and slides down it to his wrist. Suddenly Peter's hand is pulled up towards the corner of the bed as Jo moves. Before Peter can react his right wrist is handcuffed to the bed head. Peter starts to struggle, but Jo's weight keeps him pinned to the bed. In a moment his left wrist is handcuffed.
Jo smiles, “Don't worry, Sweetie, I'm into bondage, not S and M.” Jo bends down and starts kissing Peter again. Hands start to roam over Peter's body, finally ending up at his groin. He stiffens as he feels his dick grabbed. Jo leans back, “Well, well, what an interesting surprise we have here?”
Peter's clothes are soon removed, his make-up wiped off, and he's lying naked on the bed. With a grin Jo rubs up and down his body before sucking on his dick. As he comes erect Jo lifts off and slips a dick clamp on, saying, “Now don't complain. We do want this to stay up and in me as long as possible, don't we?” He smiles and nods. Jo rises from the bed and reaches under the skirt. Peter's grin goes wider as a Jo's panties hit the floor.
A visit to the chest of drawers beside the bed sees a tube of KY and a box of condoms appear. Peter looks surprised. Jo says, “First, we see how well you fit in my arse. Then we'll get into the real fun.” He grins.
Peter smiles at the nice feel of Jo's arse sliding down his condom covered dick. In moments he's ready to come as Jo rides him like an expert. He can't believe how good she is at this, despite being a lesbian, he can't understand it.
His grin goes real wide as Jo starts to undo the skirt. He watches real close because he wants to get a good look at Jo's pussy. Slowly, oh, so exquisitely and teasingly slowly, Jo drags the skirt aside. And what a sight is revealed - Peter's mind heads for orbit as his scream echoes off the walls while Jo moves forward and off his dick.
Jo smiles as he holds his big dick and taps it against Peter's lips, saying, “Peter, my old mate, do you want to give me a blow job now, or after I fuck your arse and get it covered with shit?”
On hearing his real name Peter looks closely at the person sitting on his chest. Looking through the make-up he recognises an effeminate boy who was two years behind him at high school that Peter used to beat up all the time at school. His mind tries to drag up a name as he realises he has no choice, the handcuffs ensure his compliance. He says, “Now, please,” and opens his mouth wide. As the dick approaches his mouth he realises it's much longer and fatter than his. As the dick makes contact with his lips the boy's name comes to mind - Joe Wild.
Jo says, “Make sure to use your tongue and give me a good blow job, or you'll really regret it.” Crying, Peter runs his tongue all over the dick filling his mouth as he does what he's often told women to do to his dick. A few minutes later he almost gags as Jo's salty sperm hits the back of his throat and starts to trickle down it. The trickle soon becomes a flood as Jo says, “Keep sucking as you swallow. I want you to suck it stiff again.” Peter reluctantly does as told.
When Jo's dick is nice and stiff again it's withdrawn from Peter's mouth. He's just starting to think things may be over soon when he hears footsteps in the next room, many footsteps.
Three men walk in the door without knocking. One is carrying an odd frame with him, he says, “OK, Jo, dear, I brought my frame, as you asked.” He stops and stares at the bed. “Oh, nice. Peter the arse hole Green. I'm going to love fucking this one.” Peter looks at the man, and recognises another boy from school, one he used to beat up as he thought he was gay.
Jo smiles, “I thought you might. That's why I invited you. Now let's get him set up. Or do you guys want a ride first?” In moments all three are naked and one is sliding up and down Peter's dick. Half an hour later they've all had a nice ride on his stiff dick and his balls are busting to blow a load; but the clamp won't let them.
The four of them take care to keep Peter secured and under control as they transfer him to the frame. It's two long steel bars held apart by steel cross bars. Sitting on the long bars are four 'L' shaped planks with very comfortable padding on the inside of the 'L;' the pads facing the ends. When Peter is fitted in the frame his legs and arms are against the pads and secured at both ends of each pad with industrial strength Velcro bands. He's forcibly held in a position of being on his hands and knees with his stiff dick pointing out and down, and his arse readily available to anyone who's interested in it.
One of the men says, “Testing time,” and all three grin. The one to speak slips a condom on Peter's dick and applies some lubricant. Getting down, he slides under Peter and backs up onto Peter's dick as one of the other men ensures the aim is right. He takes a moment to get settled into position before he starts to rock back and forth, fucking his arse with Peter's dick. A second man slips his dick into Peter's mouth while Jo slips a condom on and slides into Peter's arse. The fourth counts a cadence, and all three fuck Peter in time to the cadence, in-out, in-out they go as he calls it.
The only thing Peter can move is his tongue, and he soon learns he has to use it; and use it well. When he didn't start with the tongue action as the dick entered his mouth the man slapped him across the back of the head hard, very hard. He kneels there being fucked by three men at once.
With nothing else to do he lets his mind wander as he tries to work out what the fourth man is doing. He can hear him walking around a lot, but can't make any sense of that and some other sounds, mostly clicks and whirls.
Some minutes later Jo and the man in Peter's mouth both come and withdraw. Peter looks around, as best as he can, while the men change places. All the sounds now make sense. He sees several video cameras recording what's happening, and a number of still cameras are on tripods. The fourth man is using one to take photos, then switches cameras. In a few minutes Jo is taking photos while the man who came in Peter's mouth is now rocking back and forth on Peter's dick, the previous rocker is in his arse, and the photographer is fucking his face.
Peter starts to cry, and gags when he hears Jo say, “The real beauty of this is I know he planned to have the whole weekend away, so no one is expecting him anywhere until Monday sometime. We have the whole weekend to play with this cock-sucking fuck toy.” The others laugh, and the talk moves on to what else they can do with him over the weekend.
Peter now knows the hell he's put the women he raped through, and it's only just beginning for him.
At the time the usual crowd joins the forum late on Sunday night Naughty Jo logs on, and is immediately greeted by a lot of concerned friends. Some are asking what happened. Jo makes a post.
Please forgive me. I have an apology to make to you all. First, let me say I really love writing lesbian stories, despite having no experience of ever being with a girl or woman. These are fantasies and are an outlet for me. My greatest pleasure comes from sucking a stiff dick and from being fucked in the arse. I was born a male, but never liked it. I've always wanted to be a girl. Being aware of all this I've no idea why I love writing lesbian stories or get off on them, but that's how it is. And also why I never try to hit on anyone here.
I'm in the middle of becoming a transsexual, which means I'm currently what they call a she-male. I've got some lovely breast implants and am saving up to have the final operation to replace my dick with a cunt.
I've kept this from you all before because I was afraid you'd shun me. But I hope we've built a good enough relationship we can still correspond on this forum. Now, as to the weekend.
The person we know as Miss Millie is really a misogynist called Peter Green. His favourite hobby is seducing or raping lesbians because he gets a feeling of power and he feels he's training them in the correct way to have sex. I suspected who he was from some of the things he's said on the forum. We did meet, but I was all prepared. Some of my gay male friends and I had a great time playing with Peter over the weekend. One has taken him home to train him as a sex slave. A fitting result, I think. Anyway, most of you have my peer mail address already. Any who are interested can send me an email and I'll send you some videos or photos of us having fun with Peter over the weekend; we filmed it all. It will be edited and released on some gay web sites soon.
Naughty Jo
For the next half hour Jo sits there as tears stream down his face while he reads the hundreds of replies expressing their wish for Jo to stay with the group and how they'll help support him. He almost loses it all when he gets another personal reply from Lonely Lady - she's more of a lurker than a member:
Naughty Jo,
I had no idea you were suffering so much. Expect a cheque from your grandfather's solicitor. Please do NOT try to find out who it's from. Take the money, have your operation, and enjoy life as best as you can. Please promise you'll continue to write those great stories for us, no matter what else happens.
Lost Lady
The amount of support and help offered stuns him. With tears streaming down his face Jo sends a thank you message to them all and promises to let them know how things go, as well as continuing to send in his stories.
Across the other side of the country an old woman smiles as she types instructions to her solicitor about what she wants done for her grandnephew she hasn't seen since she was ostracised by her family when he was ten years old. She was kicked out of the family for being a lesbian, and now she's able to help the one family member who cried when he heard she was being sent away from the family.
by Ernest Bywater
My friend Patrick, a photographer, asked me to write about a set of incidents in his life for him. He's a great photographer and a good story teller, but a lousy writer; thus this commission. Yeah, commission, as he's paying me to write it for him. Well, sort of paying me because he's paying in kind, a portfolio for my favourite niece. I'll write it from his point of view. Patrick isn't his real name, but those real familiar with the local photographic industry will know him. He doesn't mind that, he just can't use his real name due to legal reasons.
I'm twenty-eight years of age, solid build, and very fit because I play sport three times a week. Short light hair; who knows what it is, as it varies from white to a light brown or a light red with the sunlight and washing. Deep blue eyes, average height, and average build. My mixed European heritage includes English, Scottish, Irish, French, Italian, and Swedish ancestors - all in the last four generations, with a paternal main line going way back in Wales and a maternal paternal main line going way back in Scotland. I'm Caucasian, smart, with a knack of finding innovative solutions to hard problems, and a wicked sense of humour. My greatest skill is being able to set models and lighting up to get the perfect shot of them. This is what makes me so in demand for portfolios and custom photographic work. I'm well off because I'm very well paid for my work, and have been for fifteen years. Many in the industry call me Perfectly Pat because of the quality of my work; they say the name describes both me and my work.
Randolph 'Randy' Carpenter is another photographer who sort of works for me. He's a good looking (according to some females) twenty-nine year old of athletic build, tall, short dark brown hair, and the darkest brown (almost black) eyes I've ever seen. He's a very good photographer too, but not that smart where the ladies are concerned. In fact, he can be outright stupid about women.
Legally, I've two photographic businesses; Pat's Photo Services and Seaside Studios. Pat's is the one I established seven years ago, and it does very well. Seaside is one I established five years ago to help Randy out. Hell, we've been friends since primary school, so I helped him out. I better digress and tell you all about that first.
Six years ago Randy got married. Neither of us knows exactly how that came about. He was dating a woman, and before he knew it he'd bought her a diamond ring. I and a few others said she's just a gold digger. He had the most lucrative bachelor owned business in the area at that time, after mine. He had a lot of revenue, but very high expenses. Still, he made a good living. After some months of discussion he finally asked me to set things up to protect him if I'm right about her.
He needed to replace most of his equipment, he'd originally bought used gear and it was very worn out now and often in need of expensive repairs. I was doing very well with slightly less revenue, but a much higher profit margin because I used newer types of equipment and operated differently with mostly well paid outside assignments. Many basic service charges were similar, but my expenses were only a quarter of his. I set him up by starting a new business and registering the name; he was already using the name, but he hadn't registered it. I allowed him to use my registered business name to run his operation. I bought new digital equipment and lights which I rented to him at high rates while keeping separate records for both businesses. I found and bought a studio in a better location, then helped him move in and rented it to him. It had a lovely six bedroom house with a large back yard and front garden as part of the same block of land. Bought cash in the business name with money from a mortgage on my studio, as it was easier to organise and less paperwork to be done that way.
I now had a business using his old business name that provided the equipment, studio, and a nice house to live in, all at premium rental rates. This new business made very good profits, which went into paying off the mortgage on my studio raised to set it up. He charged good rates to pay his operating costs of consumables, utilities and rents to leave him with a very good income after expenses. He started putting some money in the bank towards when they'd have kids, while he and his wife lived in a very good lifestyle.
Seaside doesn't actually turn much of a cash profit for me. I'd loaned it money from Pat's to buy the equipment and took out a mortgage for the studio. Randy rents everything on a ten year rental agreement based on a starting rate and increased by CPI every six months. The premium rental rates paid the mortgage payments and the loan on the equipment very fast. The bank loan is over twenty years, but the rents from Randy are paying it off fast, as I'm putting the bulk of the rent to the mortgage while keeping a small amount for maintenance and rates. At the current rate of repayment the mortgage should be paid out within seven years of being started.
It's quite funny, in a way. I use an older studio because I like the light better, it looks its age because it's very run down, and I usually work about twenty-five hours a week. Randy uses a much larger and flashier premises while working about fifty hours a week. Yet I'm the one with all the assets and money because I'm paid more per special assignment and have a higher profit margin. I keep the Seaside books separate to Pat's as it's my intention to turn over the operation to Randy when I'm convinced it's time to do so. His work and he should get the profits in the long term, less the returns I'd have made on my investment if I'd made it elsewhere. I keep track of that as well, so I know how much of the profit is morally mine.
Five years into the marriage, and she's found someone new. She wants a divorce. They've no kids so, it's a simply matter right - wrong. She wants half of his assets. The first he knows of this is when he goes to an outside assignment that takes most of the day and he returns to find his keys don't work. He can't get into the studio or house, and there's no answer to the doorbell because she's gone somewhere he doesn't know about. For once in his life he does the smartest thing he can, he immediately calls me. I call a good locksmith and we meet at the studio. I take all my Seaside paperwork with me.
First thing I do is make Randy write me a request to break into the house because I'm the landlord and need this from the tenant for legal reasons, the lease is in his name only as the studio and house are one property. Next, I've the locksmith bust into the studio. He uses his drill to bore out the centre of the lock. No messing about, sheer brute force against a cheap lock. We check all the equipment is there and OK while the locksmith replaces the lock with a high quality lock that won't readily succumb to the attack he just used. I take photos of everything we do as we do it. I want good evidence of our actions if it goes to court. Then it's the house. Inside the front door of the house are two bags with most of his clothes. On the dining room table are copies of all the paperwork she lodged at the court last month. I make photographs of every page of every document she has out, and everything in every room. The locksmith is busy giving the front door a high quality lock, and I tell him do the same to the two back doors. Both buildings have security grills on the windows, so the place is going to be very hard to break into after this. Randy calls the bank, to find the joint account with most of their money has been emptied today. On my advice he immediately cancels the bank account with its linked cheque account and credit cards. The bank is happy to do all this, so he races down the street to sign the paperwork before they close for the day at 4.00 p.m.
While he's gone I move his car into the garage and remove the rotor button before locking it up. By the time he returns the locksmith has finished the front door and working on the back doors. I send Randy out for a 'Quik-lock' for his car. He's back at 4.30 p.m. and puts it on the car steering wheel. I hand him the rotor button to put in his pocket, he smiles as he does, because the keys won't start it now.
Just before 5.00 p.m. the locksmith is finished with all four exterior doors on both buildings; the studio has a back door that opens into the house's back yard. All four are keyed alike to simplify access for Randy; he gets two keys and I get one. Randy pays the locksmith from his takings for the day, and keeps the bill for later. The locksmith will come back tomorrow to change the locks on the car and the garage door.
Randy unpacks his clothes and packs up hers. That takes several extra boxes; we also pack all the papers she has on the dining table. We take it all out and put it in the back of my van. I drive a Toyota Tarago van with three rows of seating, including the front seat, and plenty of storage room behind the last seat row. This gives me plenty of room to carry equipment and a couple of models as well, very handy for outside assignments. We sit in the van and wait for her to return.
Just after 6.30 p.m. a very new Mercedes Benz pulls to the kerb and parks. She gets out, so does a man neither of us knows. He's strongly built, must do weights at the gym or something, is very tall, blonde hair, blues eyes, what some call ruggedly handsome, and wearing about six thousand dollars worth of designer clothes. As they walk to the front door I ring the police on my mobile phone and ask them for assistance with a domestic situation that's about to get out of hand. The say they'll be down when they can. I thank them. She's trying her key in the lock and it won't fit, it won't even go in because it's a different type of key.
I tell Randy to stay in the car, he doesn't want to, but agrees - with great reluctance. I get out of the car and cross the road. As I enter the gate I say, “Evening, Princess, got a problem?”
They both turn and look at me. The man says, “What's it to you?”
I reply, “Just asking my friend's wife if she has a problem I may be able to help with, that's all.”
He says, “Soon to be ex-wife, you mean. And it's nothing we can't handle.”
I say, “That so, I wonder when she'll get around to telling him that. When I spoke to him earlier today he thought all was still well. I had to speak to him because I'm his landlord and I upgraded the security on the house and studio today, at his request. Had high security locks put in late this afternoon. When the locksmith told me no one was at home I told him to drill the locks out and put the new ones in. He gave me the new keys when he finished.”
When I mention being the landlord she spins round, saying, “What the hell do you mean landlord. This is my house.”
Shaking my head, I say, “No, it isn't. The house and studio are mine, I rent them to Randy.”
She screams and attacks me while yelling, “Give me the key to my house, you lying bastard.”
I back up and close the gate between us. The man is standing there, stunned. I'm holding the gate shut while she's screaming abuse at me and trying to pull the gate open. The police arrive. On their orders I let go of the gate and back away a few metres. She heaves the gate open and starts after me. The female police officer does a very nice intercept. Princess is screaming and yelling because the police officer won't let her go. She attacks the police officer and scratches the cop's arm so bad it's bleeding freely.
The police officer says, “Right, that's it.” She forces Princess to the ground and handcuffs her. They lift her up and put her in the back of their van.
The other officer says, “I think we best finish this down the station, if you don't mind.” I nod, and the other man nods as well.
We all drive down to the station and give our stories to the police sergeant there as he writes it all down. They sergeant is handling this as the two officers are now involved in a case of assault on a police officer. After taking all our statements he has her charged. She puts up bail and has to appear before the local magistrate at 10.00 a.m. the next day. So do I and her boyfriend, as witnesses. Randy didn't have a good view, so he isn't a witness to the assault. Her new boyfriend has agreed to put her up over night, so Randy and I help him move her things from my van to his car while they process the paperwork on her, then we leave.
We get dinner on the way home and spend the night preparing for tomorrow. I wonder which court she'll miss because at 10.00 a.m. she's supposed to be in the Family Court about the divorce, and at the local Magistrate's Court about the assault. We know about the Family Court from the papers we found. She'd never served any on Randy, and those copies are amongst the papers I put in her bags, despite her signing a declaration about them being served. Randy and I spend a few hours copying and preparing paperwork. We visit a friend who's a Justice of the Peace to witness our signing several documents.
The next morning I find out her priorities. I'm at the local court at 9.30 a.m. and she isn't. She doesn't even send a solicitor to represent her. I talk to the Police Prosecutor to tell her what I know and where I think she is. She calls the family court, and finds out she signed in there ten minutes ago at 9.25 a.m. She passes the information to the Clerk of the Court. Ours is the first case heard. The judge issues a warrant for her arrest, and the police offer me a ride to the Family Court. I talk them into letting the Family Court finish with her before bringing her back, if she requests it. They smile as they agree. If the Family Court takes too long she'll be in the cells overnight for a local court hearing tomorrow.
We arrive at the Family Court at 11.15 a.m. and Randy tells me the Registrar has nearly finished reading the list, and they'll be the first contested case heard. When the court sits they first go through the list to ensure everyone is on hand. If it can be quickly settled by agreement it's heard and dealt with, contested matters are sent out and brought back a little later; this is called 'reading the list.'
While Randy is telling me this the police are talking to her. She begs them to let her finish with this court first. They agree to let her.
At 11.30 a.m. we all file into the courtroom when their case is called. The Registrar is surprised to see two police officers walk in with her. The gist of the matter is she knows the house and studio were bought a few years earlier for cash and have a current value of $500,000, also the photographic equipment is insured for another $100,000, so she wants $300,000 dollars as her share of the common property. I greatly enjoy the look on her face when Randy stands up and says he doesn't own any assets other than his car, which he owned before they got married. The only other assets they have are the $9,000 in the bank, which she cleared out yesterday, his clothes, and the furniture in the house that's insured for $7,000 and is all old and worn. The Registrar asks about the property and equipment. I stand and speak about owning the business since it was legally created some years ago. I also tell how Randy is a freelance photographer who works for me in a simple arrangement something like a share cropper works a farm. He rents the property and equipment from me because he can't afford to buy it, and he lives off what he makes beyond the rental costs. I explain about mortgaging my other property to raise the money to buy this one cash, as I'm helping my long term friend out. I show her all the paperwork. The Registrar finds there are no significant assets in the common property and rules each can keep what they currently have in their possession.
With the ruling given we exit the court at 12.30 p.m. The police formally arrest Princess and lead her off. I get a lift back to the local Magistrate's Court with Randy. By the time the magistrate is finished with her she's on a twelve month Good Behaviour Bond and fined $2,000. She's not happy at all.
Randy and I go back to 'business as usual' that afternoon and forget about her. We leave the arrangements as they are in case she tries any further tricks.
Several months after the separation Randy is hired to do some Studio shots of a sixteen year old girl, and her mother is there to supervise the shoot. They pay him to do a portfolio of the girl in various clothes, swimsuits, and nude. He's enjoying the work, as he doesn't get much nude work. Because of the laws he sights the birth certificate before he starts the work, and it states Alice XXX was born on such a date, making her nearly seventeen years old. The nude shots become a bit more graphic than he expected. The girl asks him to fuck her. He looks at the mother, and she shrugs her shoulders, saying, “Her choice, she's on the pill.” He can't believe his luck - if only he'd followed that thought. He gets undressed while taking more shots as the girl watches him undress. He sets the cameras to auto shoot mode and moves in on the girl, she eagerly welcomes him. They have sex every which way he can for almost an hour. A very good time is had by both.
That night he calls me over and tells me about his afternoon. I don't believe him, so he gets out the memory cards and shows me. The cameras didn't get the whole session, but got enough of it to prove his point. Many shots of him in her in varying ways. Even a few with the mother in the background. I'm not happy with what happened and tell him so.
I take copies of all the images and place them in secure storage. I write and send him a letter on my business letterhead paper saying I'm not happy with the events of that afternoon and ask him to refrain from similar activities in the future. When he asks me why I sent the letter I explain he used what's legally my work premises and work equipment, thus making me an accomplice. If anything goes wrong I could be deep in it too. He writes a nice letter back apologising and saying he'll get my permission before doing any nude or sex related work in future, instead of doing them without my prior knowledge.
He prepares the portfolio as instructed and delivers it to the girl several days later. No photos of them having sex. As he hands it over the mother asks for $5,000 to keep quiet about his having sex with her fifteen year old daughter. His eyes bulge. She has five daughters, a seventeen year old, fifteen years old twins, and fourteen years old twins. She'd shown him the birth certificate of the eldest while he was with one of the fifteen year old twins. She wants free portfolios of all the girls and an extra $5,000 cash, or they'll tell the police he knew she was under age.
Now, I should explain about our silly laws. It's legal for a person to have sex at sixteen years of age, but must be eighteen years of age before they can engage in sex for any commercial reason, prostitution, or paid to pose in a sexual manner. They can be photographed nude at any age as long as they're not in a sexually explicit pose if under sixteen years of age. If paid as a model they must sign a release form with their personal details and state the work to be done, after having provided identification documents; if the model is under eighteen years of age the form must be counter signed by a parent after they provide their identification. When you're hired as a photographer to do a portfolio no forms are needed. Generally, when you take photos the photographer owns the copyright and can use the images how they wish. However, in some cases this isn't so clear and the subject can have a say in allowing the use of the images. The release form is to ensure everyone knows who owns the images. When doing portfolios it usually doesn't matter as the photographer gets paid to do the work, so he gives the images to the model and will often sign a release form in favour of the model.
This pair mouse trapped Randy. Since he was being commissioned he saw no need to give the ID papers a thorough check and make them sign the usual declarations in the release form. He has no evidence they claimed the girl was of legal age.
The upshot is they have a yelling match. He storms off and calls me. I head around to his place, to find the police there and about to enter the gate. Arriving at the front door just behind them I shake my head 'no,' when one says, “May we come in and talk to you about a matter?”
He replies, “I'm sorry, but my landlord is behind you and he's here about an important issue. Do you mind waiting here a moment, and then I can talk to you?” They look at him, then turn to look at me. They nod their heads and stand aside. I have him leave the door open while we go down the hallway to talk in the dining room. I make sure he sits where they can see him. That's when he hits me with the really bad part because he says, “Since the shoot I've been dating the girl and had sex on every date. I'm really interested in her and she's really interested in me.” He gives me the girl's first name, Alice, and her phone number. We discuss the matter in detail, and I give him the best advice I can.
After several minutes I get up and we both go to the front door. I say, “OK, I'll have someone look into doing the garage up and get a builder to look at the roof. I'll let you know how things go.”
Walking out of the house with me he replies, “Thanks, I'd like to see them fixed very soon. Mind waiting a moment, as a witness. I think I know what these officers want.” He shuts the front door behind him and we stand on the porch as he says, “Sorry about the delay, how may I help you officers?”
One officer says, “We have a complaint from a woman claiming you've been dating and having sex with her under age daughter.” She names the girl as Jennifer.
He says, “Some weeks ago I meet a girl when her mother hired me to do a portfolio for the girl. The mother told me the girl was seventeen and showed me a birth certificate. The portfolio included semi-clothed, clothed, and nude shots. The girl and I got on well. Since then we've been out a few times and had sex. I'd been told by both the girl and her mother she was seventeen years of age. Today, while I was over there the mother told me her daughter is really only fifteen and said she'd have me charged if I didn't pay her some money. We had an argument about that, so I'm not surprised you're here about it.”
They talk some more and wish to take him to the station. I advise him not to say anything more until he has a solicitor and I'll organise one to meet him at the police station. As they drive off I ring 'Alice' on her mobile phone. We talk at length. She explains her name is Jennifer, she knew it was a scam when she went to the studio, but since then she's come to love Randy. She spoke to her mother about dropping the scam, but her mother is angry. She doesn't want Jennifer to see Randy any more. She's not prepared to call her mother a liar, but she's not prepared to lie in court, either.
The police take about a week investigating the charge. The Police Prosecutor isn't all that sure they can get a conviction with a jury, and Randy's solicitor is saying she'll go for a jury trial if they lose at the magistrate's hearing. In the end Randy suggests a compromise because he doesn't wish to see Jennifer being put through a very harsh cross examination in the court because the sucker does really love her. They negotiate, and he pleads 'No contest' to a lesser charge. The magistrate sentences him to a minimum security facility for nine months. The Police Prosecutor tells Jennifer he doesn't know what really went on, but Randy agreed to the deal to avoid her having to face a hostile cross examination in court. She leaves the office crying while she swears at her mother. The week after Randy's hearing my solicitor gets a letter from a solicitor seeking compensation for the sexual abuse of their client by my employee, they cite the girl and Randy. My solicitor sends a polite letter back explaining he isn't and never was an employee, but a freelance consult who rented facilities and equipment. She includes copies of the letters Randy and I exchanged. It's clear this case doesn't have a leg to stand on. The other solicitor confirms receipt, and agrees they don't have a case because the situation isn't what he'd thought it was from the client's original discussions.
The next month Jennifer writes Randy to tell him she's pregnant, and includes the medical certificate. She starts talking about getting Randy out of prison early. He declines because if he stays the term that's it and it's all over and done with. An early release will mean six or more months parole and other restrictions. And probably include not being allowed to see her at all.
I've no problem with closing Seaside up for nine months. But about then a developer offers me an extremely good price for my main studio which includes my residence, it's about twenty percent over market value. It turns out mine is the last property holding up their major development project as they've been quietly buying properties for some months. Nearly all my work now is outside assignments, often at the clients premises, so I sell the place. I move into the house at Seaside and use it as my base of operations.
About eight weeks after Randy's court hearing I open up Seaside for the first time. About an hour later a woman walks in, and says, “I thought this business was closed for a year!”
I say, “The previous photographer is away for several month and I'm in need of a new studio, so I'm making use of this one until Randy comes back. I'll be filling in for him and offering the same services as he does at similar rates. But I'll be away on outside assignments more than he was.”
She smiles and nods. She asks how much to do a portfolio for two of her daughters, and my ears twitch at this. I reply, “Well, at my old studio I used to charge fifteen hundred dollars for a portfolio for a model, but Randy's charge sheet says five hundred dollars. So, since you've asked here and I'm filling in for him, it's seven hundred and fifty dollars per person.” She nods, and thanks me as we set a date for the portfolio shoot.
In the days before the shoot I go around the studio setting up high quality digital video recorders while rigging them for movement or remote activation; they're well hidden. Every centimetre of the studio is covered by two or more of them and they all have good audio as well. I have a number of backdrops and scenes set up for doing a wide range of portfolios. I don't know the surname of the family involved with Randy, but I'm very suspicious of the situation, and maybe just a bit paranoid by now.
The morning of the shoot and the woman arrives with two mid-teen girls, very pretty blue eyed blond twins. Both are the same height and come to just under my chin, their breasts appear to be a nice hand full, and athletic builds. The mother shows me the birth certificates stating they turned sixteen just two weeks earlier, one is called Jennifer and the other Janice. I think, 'Maybe I'm not so paranoid after all,' as I start the digital video cameras. Placing the birth certificates on a table just inside the door I use the certificates to copy the names as I enter the details into my version of a portfolio contract order and show them to the mother. Immediately above this table, and focussed on it, is a camera that's recording the details of the certificates and the forms.
The mother has to tick and sign beside the types of photography they want in the portfolio, and the girl has to sign beside them as well. They tick and sign for clothed, lingerie, swimsuit, nude, beach, and general activity. I sign the forms and photocopy them before handing them the originals as I explain this is their copy of the work contract with me. The mother pays over the $1,500 and I write her a receipt before placing the money in the wall safe. I lock the exterior doors so no one can look in, the windows are all covered already.
The girls have different hair cuts, so it's possible to tell them apart. I start with them doing a series of individual and paired poses in their current street clothes. They've both brought a number of changes of clothes along, so we spend an hour doing mixed shots in different sets of street clothes. They both blush the first few times their mother tells them to change in front of me. I keep the cameras clicking away, and I don't think they realise I'm still shooting them as they change. Next is thirty minutes of shots in various sets of very sexy sleepwear and underwear, thirty minutes of swimwear shots, and thirty minutes of nude shots. In each case I shoot them singularly and as a pair.
By this time both girls are smiling at me and teasing me, because they're very relaxed and happy. I suggest we move outside to get some lunch and go to the nearby beach for the beach shots, so they change back into bikinis. I take the camera, with plenty of spare batteries and cards. As the girls walk down the street to a local fast food shop I keep walking around them taking shots from many angles. They're wearing very skimpy bikinis, so they're good shots, and it's a nice bright day with light cloud cover, but not too sunny, either; perfect shooting weather. The mother is carrying the towels for the beach. I take a break for a quick lunch, but also get many shots of the girls eating, and I include the mother in the background of a lot of shots.
Down to the beach for plenty of shots of them running, playing, and sunning on the beach. Lots of action shots with them in the water, with it at various heights. As they get dried I keep shooting and keep it up all the way back to the studio. I have them change into t-shirts and shorts before going into the yard, where I shoot them playing in the yard like typical young girls. Back into the studio, and the mother says, “Look, this is all lovely work for their public portfolio, but can we also get something a little more personal for their private portfolios?” I look at her and nod. Am I glad I have the cameras set to come on when the studio lights are turned on or there's some movement in it. I've got this all on digital video camera - with sound.
Nodding my agreement I have the girls take their time getting undressed in a sexy manner while I click away. I also have them go through a range of sexy poses and some outright pornographic poses, ending with them kissing while nude. At their mother's command they start making love to each other on the set of a large plush carpet as I keep clicking away. After they spend thirty minutes like this the mother asks if I want to join them.
I reply, “Later, I want some mother daughter shots.”
She responds, “I will, but not yet, and we're all on the pill.”
I reply, “Get nude,” she undresses, and I shoot her striptease because she's nice to look at too. Blue eyed blonde, mid-thirties - I'd say, very fit, athletic build, long legs, very buxom. After setting two of the cameras to take auto shots of the play area I strip and move onto the set. I know I shouldn't, but I know I won't trap the mother unless I do, and the girls are so sexy and appealing. Sure it sounds like I'm rationalising what I want to do, but it's also true.
Lying down beside them I gently caress the girl I'm told is Jennifer, and softly fondle her breasts. I kiss her neck. I spend the next twenty minutes making love to her before I enter her and find out she's a virgin. Well, I assume the problem with entry was due to her hymen being broached. I experience a similar issue with her sister, whom I'm told is Janice. About an hour after entering the play area I'm holding Jennifer in my arms as I kiss her, and she's crying. I notice her mother is turning off the two cameras she knows to be turned on, and I grin about the ones she doesn't know about. I ask Jennifer what's wrong.
Jennifer replies, “How I wish things were different. I think I love you, and that makes this so hard.”
Grinning, I say, “Don't worry, as I've enough love for both you and your sister. We can permanently double date, so neither of you has to give me up for the other. Anyway, it's every man's dream to have twin sisters as their regular lovers.” She gives me a weak smile, and kisses me.
Her mother enters the stage setting and kisses Janice. We spend another lovely forty-five minutes as everyone has sex with everyone, and I make love to Jennifer and Janice. Mummy isn't going to like those shots of her with her face in her daughter's groins. Don't you love good insurance policies.
It's very late in the afternoon when I suggest we get showered and dressed. Naturally, I take lots of shots of everyone in the shower and getting dressed. I've them dress in the 'evening out' outfits they brought. I lock up the studio before I lead them next door and get dressed in similar clothes.
I ask if they'll do a small paid shoot for me and have them sign release forms for a shoot in a restaurant, putting the times down as from now to two hours time. They all sign the forms and sign for receipt of payment as I hand them $250 each. The mother is smiling as the girls take the money, but doesn't realise what she's done.
I shoot the three of them leaving the house and walking down the street. We reach a local restaurant that's fairly famous, but wants to become more famous. They need some good shots of the restaurant and have hired me to do them. Being here tonight is part of my schedule, but having this team along is an added bonus. The restaurant isn't open yet, but they let us in. I've two cameras, tripods, and some lights on the pack on my back making it a bit obvious who and what I am.
Once in I'm quick to set up for some shots of the ladies being welcomed and shown a table, good shots of them ordering and being served drinks. Some general shots of the restaurant, and it's opening time. As usual, there's a small crowd waiting, so some shots of them entering, but I make sure to keep the general public unidentified by being behind them. Then it's dinner being served. Shots of my team being served and enjoying the meal. Some of the clients give approval to having photos taken of them while dining, so I have them sign limited releases, as these shots may only be used by the restaurant to publicise it. The people get a free bottle of wine each for agreeing.
Time for me to sit down and eat with the ladies. I pack up the lights and gear, then sit down and eat. We have a fun time. After the meal I take photos of the ladies leaving and being shown out. Outside I ask them to spend the night at my place. The mother tells the girls to go ahead, but she can't because she has to go home and has some things to do early tomorrow.
Back at my house I let the girls in and we go to the master bedroom. I take my time gently undressing them both, and we have a fun bath together. We spend the whole night making love, we even spend a reasonable amount of time having sex during the night as well.
The next morning I cook us all breakfast and go to the studio. The girls follow me while wearing only a light-weight long T-shirt each, they got them out of my cupboard. The shirt edge rests halfway down their thighs, and does nothing to hide their lovely bodies, which I enjoy looking at while they move about or sit down.
In the studio I open up for clients to walk in before going over to the computer station and set it to remotely download all the images from all the wireless capable cameras via the studio's wireless network. I get the memories cards from all the cameras that aren't connected to the network, and all the cards I used yesterday.
After downloading everything to the computer hard drive I sort them into the restaurant shots and the others. The girls watch as I go through and examine each of the restaurant shots. Most are OK as they are, but some need a little bit of light enhancing, and some need a bit of cropping to remove people who didn't give approval to be shown. I soon have them all ready for the client. I set the system to print out all of them as traditional snapshot sized prints while I select what I think are the best and print them as A4 sized prints, about two dozen of them. Sounds simple, doesn't it; but it's almost two hours of very hard concentrated work at the computer to get everything ready and printed. I also copy it all onto a CD-ROM for the client.
As I wait for the restaurant owner to arrive, he said he'd be here between 11.00 a.m. and noon, I set about reviewing all the still shots from yesterday. I set up folders for each type of shoot and move all the photos of that type into it. With that done I have the girls sit beside me while I go through the thousands of shots taken yesterday and pick out what I think are the best dozen in each group. These I copy into another folder. The girls are amazed at how well the photos come out. They're also a bit embarrassed about the shots taken while getting changed in the early stages, but also recognise they're some of the best shots taken on the day because they were so relaxed. I've finished selecting the seventy-five best shots of each girl for their portfolios before Mr Arturo arrives for his work.
I show him the whole set and the ones I think are best. As I place them in an envelope for him with the CD, he says, “I was told you would be expensive, but the work would be well worth it. They were right, as this is much better than I expected.” He hands me the cheque for $5,000, which I place on the table as I write his receipt, the girls' eyes go wide. Jennifer starts to cry.
Handing him the receipt, I say, “Now, don't forget, under the terms of the contract you've only purchased limited use rights to these photos, as I own them. You may use them in any media to publicise your restaurant and you may give away copies. But you may not transfer your rights, except with the restaurant, and you may not charge people for copies.” He nods as he smiles.
He responds, “I'm well aware of your terms, and why. My brother told me about your court case with 'those people.' I fully understand your position and your terms.” He leaves, a very happy man.
Putting up a sign saying, 'Please make enquiries at the residence next door' with an arrow pointing towards the residence, I lock up the studio and lead the girls back to the house. We spend another hour or so making love and having sex. After another bath we have a late lunch. Both girls are now crying every time I look at them.
I sit them down at the table and say, “OK, what's wrong with you both?”
Janice replies, “We've both fallen in love with you and we can't go on with this lie any more. Mum showed you the birth certificates of our older sisters. Were really only fifteen, and we turn sixteen in ten months time. Mum is trying to scam you out of thousands of dollars.”
I ask, “Are you prepared to tell the truth if your mother takes this to the police?”
They both shake their heads, and Jennifer replies, “No, we're too scared of her. She put one of our sisters in hospital a few months ago, when she refused to help her in a similar scam. By the way, I'm really Laura and my sister is Loren.”
I respond, “Don't worry about the scam, for now. This does mean we can't have sex again until after your real sixteenth birthday.” Both nod, then both look up with very wide eyes as they realise the full import of what I'd said. They smile, and get up to give me a mutual hug, which goes on for a long time - nice.
Later we dress fully and go into my studio where I open up again. They watch as I finish preparing their portfolios. They're marvellous. I also prepare some new release forms in their real names.
At closing time I lock up. I take the portfolios and copies of some other papers, as well as some prints from the hidden cameras. We drive over to their mother's house.
I ring the doorbell and the mother opens the door to usher us in. The girls sit on the lounge beside another girl who's pregnant and looks extremely unhappy.
Mother looks through the portfolios, and is surprised with the high quality. Looking up at me, she says, “Thanks for these, now I want similar jobs for the rest of my girls, my money back, and another ten thousand dollars. My daughters think they've been on the pill, but they haven't, and I'm sure you've got them pregnant by now.” Both girls sit bolt upright and glare at her. She continues, “They're both only just turned fifteen years old, so you face a lengthy prison sentence if I go to the police.” She sits there and smirks at me.
I say, “You'll be the one in prison if you go to the police. You told me they were sixteen years of age, and when you signed the release for the restaurant shoot you signed a legal document declaring them to be that age. So I have legal evidence you informed me they were of legal age.” Her smile shrinks as I pour some salt into the wound and throw some extra photos on the table from the third portfolio I'm carrying. I say, “Take this to court and I have to put these in evidence.” She goes white as she looks at the pictures of her engaged in oral sex with her two daughters. Turning to the girls I say, “Go get the tablets you were taking thinking they were contraceptive tablets.” They get up and run into their room, and soon return with the tablets.
I closely examine them. They're a common brand of contraceptive tablet and the packet hasn't been tampered with. Looking at the mother I say, “You just lied about the tablets, didn't you?” Crying, she nods while she holds her head in her hands, as she's thoroughly beaten.
Turning to the pregnant girl I ask, “Is your name Jennifer?” She nods, and I say, “Are you waiting for your boyfriend Randy to get out of prison to run away with him?” Her eyes go wide as she nods again and gives her mother a frightened look. The mother looks up and turns to Jennifer. She starts to snarl at her. I'm very fast in reaching across the coffee table between us as I grab the mother's arm and pull her back while I say, “What's your name?”
She struggles, but can't break free of my grip. Relaxing back into the chair as she glares at Jennifer she says, “Suzanne, and don't you dare call me Suz or Susie.”
I'm very calm as I look at her and say, “Susie slut, you're now MY slave and your family will come and live with me while you work as my housekeeper.” She starts to thrust out of the seat towards me. Pushing her back I continue, “Behave yourself and I'll call you Sue or slut or slave. But while you misbehave you'll be Susie slave slut, understand me, slave?” She drops her eyes to the table, and sees the photos of her with her daughters. She gulps, and nods as she sits down again.
Turning to Jennifer I say, “Where's your twin?”
She replies, “Still in hospital for defying her, they could let her out, but she doesn't want to leave yet. So they're keeping her in.”
Smiling, I look at Loren, saying, “How long for you to pack up all the clothes etc. you need to move the whole family out of here?”
“About three hours, but it'll take two or three trips in your van.”
Standing up I pull Sue out of her seat, and say, “OK, Sue slave, get your gear packed, I can move you all out right now and get the rest later. All of you pack your gear and we'll take what we can now. Make sure you have enough for a few days.” With big grins Laura, Loren, and Jennifer do so, Sue isn't so happy, but does so.
It takes about half an hour for me to have all four safely in the van with two or three bags of clothes each. Loren secures the house and locks it up. On the way back we stop for dinner at a fast food place, and also visit Janice in the hospital.
As we walk into the hospital during visiting hours I can see Sue is getting some ideas about making a fuss. I let her work on them as we go to the ward Janice is in. Janice is very happy to see Jennifer walk in, and loses her smile on seeing Sue entering as well, she gives a weak smile to Laura and Loren.
When we reach her bed Janice's eyes go wide as I push Sue forward and say, “Sue slave slut, introduce me to Janice.” Sue doesn't speak. I reach around and place a hand over her mouth as I grasp her right nipple to squeeze and twist it hard. She gurgles into my hand as her body writhes with the pain.
I let go. Crying, she says, “Please don't do that again.”
In a quiet voice, I say, “Disobey me, try to escape, or not be quick enough in following orders, and that'll be the least you can expect. Just imagine what that'll feel like if done to both nipples, or some more tender spots.” Crying as she looks at me, she nods. She's finally given up full command and control of herself to me.
She turns, saying, “Janice, this is Pat, my master.” Janice's eyes go wide, and she smiles at me as she looks at the other girls, to see them smiling too.
I say, “Janice, tomorrow, after we've moved everything out of Sue's house to mine, we'll come for a visit and talk to the doctors about taking you home. But only if you want to.” She nods yes.
After a nice long visit we head home. Arriving there I'm quick to settle everyone into their own bedrooms except Sue. For her I set up a mattress at the foot of my bed. She's to sleep there when I don't have her in the bed with me or working around the house.
The first night at my place I have her tie ropes to the legs of the bed then tie her feet to the ropes so she has her legs spread, she also ties her left hand to the bed by a rope, and I make her give me some oral stimulation before proceeding to give her a very thorough fucking. I check the ropes are well tied and tie her last hand up before going to sleep. Three times I wake up during the night and mount her again, waking her up in the process. When I release her in the morning I have her wash me and dress me. She gives me three good blow jobs before she finishes both tasks.
The next day we get another load of gear and bring Janice home from the hospital. Then go back for the last of their gear and clean the house out.
Over the next few months Laura and Loren often spend the night sleeping with me, and I wake up really sexually charged. So after they leave the room I take time to relieve my sexual frustrations with Sue. Fucking her hard and deep for good orgasms by both of us.
By the end of the fourth week Sue is very eager to have me fuck her. She's stopped trying to fight any of us, and readily takes orders from all five of us. She's also eager to drop her panties whenever I wish, as she's now my well trained slave.
Laura and Loren are frustrated because I won't have sex with them until they're sixteen, but enjoy evenings sitting or lying around kissing and cuddling. We make love every day, but don't engage in any sex.
The middle of the week after they move in I take Jennifer up to visit Randy in prison. He's very happy to see her, and extremely happy to hear I'm looking after her now. Their son, Peter, is born a month before Randy gets out of prison. They get married a month after he leaves prison.
On the day Laura and Loren turn sixteen we get a minister who isn't authorised by the government to conduct marriages to marry the three of us. Thus we're married in the eyes of God, but not the law courts. I already have a bigger specially made bed, and the three of us sleep there each night with Sue at our feet. After a year the laws on de facto marriages see our three way marriage is legally recognised. Due to our lifestyle Sue is also legally a de facto wife, but I don't tell them that.
Although Janice has her own room she rarely uses it as she often sleeps with Jennifer and Randy after he's released, and sometimes with us. I continue to use Sue as a sex slave and domestic servant.
The business stays the same set up, at Randy's insistence, and we both operate from the one studio while we coordinate our work accordingly. When I use the studio itself I pay rent for doing so, and we share the costs of the rent and living expenses of the house.
Three years after the events above Jennifer is pregnant again. Janice had a girl, Patricia, last year; Loren is expecting. Sue had a daughter, Margaret, about a year after moving in, and is expecting again. All the girls are doing much better in their studies, and everyone is very happy. Even Sue is very happy with the situation as it is now.
Some days we see Princess about town with her boyfriend. He has flashy cars and clothes, but he doesn't seem to spend much money on her clothing. She had a screaming fit the first time she saw Randy with twin teenager girls under his arms as he played with their breasts. How sweet a sight was the look on her face at that moment.
My only regret in life is I didn't have a camera in my hand when Princess first met Randy with the twins under his arms. That would have been an international award winning photograph.
by Cazna Rochester and Ernest Bywater
In my early teens my life was a real misery. My dad was a drunken bully who died in a car accident when I was about thirteen, he was drunk at the time. There was so little insurance Mum had to sell the house and furniture to cover the mortgage and debts. That left Mum, my older sister, and me with no home and very little money. Lucky for us Mum soon found a job as the cook for a sorority house in a church owned boarding school in the Blue Mountains near Sydney, New South Wales, Australia.
The school had lost all its buildings in a bushfire several years earlier, so instead of rebuilding it they sold the land for a lot of money. The church school management board amalgamated the school with their nearby boys' school and reorganised because the numbers were down at both schools and they doubted their long term viability as two schools. This allowed them to reduce costs while modernising the operation. The school now covered high school - years seven to twelve, plus some technical college courses and university preparation courses. Another of their schools a few kilometres away handles the younger children. The upgraded high school has new accommodation facilities built along the lines of the USA college sorority and fraternity house system. The boys are on one side of the main school buildings with the girls on the other. Each building provides accommodation for up to twenty students within the same two grade years, with some that covers the university and technical college students. Students move houses as they progress through the years. There are twenty-six houses at the school, thirteen fraternities and thirteen sororities; three for each age group and one for the college level course students. There are times when students will be in houses for other grades due to an imbalance in the student enrolment numbers, but these aren't a real problem. Most extras tend to end up in the college course houses as they're often under enrolled. The school also allows some day students, as they live locally, and children of school staff are day students too.
After Dad died Mum soon found the job as the head cook at the premier college sorority house. The job included some extras; on-site accommodation and a great reduction in fees for dependants to attend the school. We have our own cottage next door to the sorority house. Both my sister and I go to the school. At the time of these events I'm a sixteen year old in year ten while my eighteen year old sister is in year twelve. I'm only one of three boys who live inside the Girls' Zone, as this side of the school is called, and that's because we live with our families in one of the staff cottages. Living inside the Girls' Zone has some advantages and disadvantages. Few girls bother with blinds at night, so it's possible to see into their bedrooms. However, all the sorority bedrooms are upstairs while the cottages are all at ground level, and I don't get to see much. Staff family also get first choice at casual work in the houses. This pays good money, but it comes at a price. You have to be prepared to work at any time outside of school hours, any time; training and games for school teams are classed as school hours. Refuse to work any offer and you're dropped from the list for ever. This plays hell with your private life, which explains why so many older family members of staff are off the casual employment list.
I've worked as a 'gopher' (means go for) in the house where Mum works since soon after we arrived at the school. My job is to be on hand from a half hour after school until an hour after dinner each Monday to Friday, and Saturday morning. I'm to be ready to be sent on errands and general carry duties by the house staff. Most of the time it's a breeze and I'm allowed to study between errands, so I always have my school books with me. However, when they have a party or event I'm on duty for an hour before and after, or longer. As I said, this cuts into my personal down time. But after a few months I got used to it, I accept it as the price I pay for the good money. The average casual pay for an early to mid-teenager is $12 to $15 per hour and they have to travel to their work. I get $25 per hour, plus tips, and it's literally right next door. Add in the majority of the time the girls are very casually dressed, at best, so there are some visual fringe benefits. Good pay and conditions, but they make me work for it. Not so much the work, as it's easy, but the hours and not being able to organise my own time any further ahead than a few hours most of the time.
Most of the girls are quite nice and often help me with studies, but a few are real bitches, and are seen that way by their house mates. One is so much so her nickname around the house is 'Princess,' as she behaves like a spoilt princess and gets very pissed off when she isn't treated like one. She has two very close friends who are just as bad. All the students and staff dislike them. One student was heard to say they weren't intelligent enough to be called air heads, ouch. They're doing a number of university preparation courses because they failed to get into any of the university courses after year twelve. The only thing they have going for them are their families' huge bank accounts. Their names are Jamie, Diane, and Suzanne - also known as Princess, Prancer, and Pit Bull; the nicknames really described their attitudes and behaviours.
Well, I have this friend who I play computer games with a lot; games like Doom, Doom 2, Diablo, and Diablo 2. He got hold of some programs that allows us to modify some aspects of the games like the images and names. We used them to replace the images of certain monsters with pictures of Jamie, Diane, and Suzanne. We always picked the monsters with the most suitable names, like Nightmares etc. The pictures we used were taken at a school swim carnival with them in bikinis; they're slightly modified to make the swim suits seem much smaller. One Saturday afternoon I'm playing Diablo 2 with my friend over the Internet when one of the girls comes over to ask me to work that afternoon and evening for a party she's organising at short notice. She sees my screen while I'm playing Diablo 2, and watches me chasing after and shooting monsters that look like Princess Jamie in an ultra thin micro bikini. The name tag says 'Devilish Nightmare.' She gets my attention when she laughs at the name. I agree to the work, and she asks for a copy of my modified game files.
I see no harm so I give them to her. Within a week everyone in the house is having fun playing the House Special version of Diablo 2, except the three princesses. We replace the image of Deckard Cain with one of the House Mother in her best dress. Other house members are soon added in other roles as well, often as avatars. One day, about five weeks later, Prancer catches one of the house girls killing a Devilish Nightmare and giggling over the special dying effects we'd introduced. They rapidly age and turn into shrivelled up human looking prunes. She goes ballistic and tells the others about it. They complain, and the full details come out about who created it. I'm spoken to about being careful what I do, but no one is punished or stopped from playing the game, as it's not against any of the school or house rules. And as it was all done in my own time they can't complain about me wasting their time, either. The House Mother is very understanding about the whole matter.
Needless to say, the three involved aren't happy. They look for ways to cause me trouble after that. The harder they work at making trouble for me, the harder the other girls work at making things easier for me. I appreciate the efforts the other girls and staff make on my behalf.
About a month later and four weeks before my sixteenth birthday, I get special permission to have the afternoon of the Saturday after my birthday off to spend time with my friends in the nearest town as a sort of birthday party for me with them in town. The House Mother, Mrs June Bradley, agrees to this; she's also taking that weekend off to spend it with family in Sydney. On the Monday before that Saturday, Princess finds out about my being off on Saturday and why. She gets permission to have a house party for the house members that day. Mrs Bradley gives approval, as she thinks it'll be a simple house party and Mum can deal with it. But Princess has special plans and they require my services for the whole day. I'm not happy when I'm told about it. Mrs Bradley is very embarrassed when she tells me about it and has to cancel my Saturday afternoon off. For the first time in the more than two years we've been there I have an argument with her. I leave her office without replying. Normally such behaviour would mean instant striking off the list, but she realises she bears a huge part of the fault, and how much this day means to me. It's the only one I've asked for in just over two years working for her. She's not happy with Princess for putting her and me in this position.
I'm sitting on the low fence marking the boundary of the Girls' Zone while looking out over the valley - the school is perched on the top of a ridge with beautiful views over two valleys, when Glenda comes to speak to me. She's one of the sorority sisters, but is only sixteen years old - she's an overflow student staying in the house. I know her well, as we have three classes together. Her older sister, Grace, is another sorority sister doing a college level child care degree course.
Glenda sits beside me and talks to me for several minutes as she massages my shoulders. After a while I calm down. It's very hard to be angry while getting a relaxing massage. She says, “Please do this. It's not that I want you to do this for Princess; but if you don't, you're no longer our Gopher, and none of us want you to stop being our Gopher. Please do this for us?” Turning, I see the concern in her eyes, and nod. She smiles and says, “Thank you,” as she realises I'm doing this for her and the other girls, and only because she asked me to do it.
Going back to Mrs Bradley's office I explain my deep anger about this, and apologise for storming off. She accepts my apology, and apologises for doing this to me. She promises to pay me double time for Saturday afternoon and night. I look up, as this is new. She says, “The House Party Committee have now gotten involved, and intend this party to go from noon Saturday to dusk Sunday. They'll be funding extra food and drinks and will have a number of DVDs to watch during the party. They've asked for you to help with the preparations and through the full event. That means you'll probably have to work more than twenty-four hours straight through, and will be staying in the house all night. That's well beyond anything I can demand of you, and am offering to pay you double pay for most of it. I'm billing Jamie for most of the expenses of this party, including an extra thousand dollars for wages. Grace assures me if you'll work the full period they won't need any other staff on during the day or night. So I'm prepared to pay you twelve hundred dollars for the whole day and night.” Bug eyed, I gulp and nod my head. My friends will understand, as this is an offer too good to refuse. She smiles, “Good. I think it best to act as if our little misunderstanding didn't occur at all. Grace will need you to help with a supplies trip to town at eight a.m. on Saturday morning.” I nod my head. I go home and phone my friends to tell them of the cancellation and why. They commiserate with me, and agree the money is too good to pass up. We'll try and sort something out for a later date.
That night I talk to Mum about the situation and she says, “Yes, I know all about it. It's the main topic of discussion amongst the staff. They're all upset with June about how she let the little bitch manipulate her. She realises that, too, and isn't happy, either. I'll be working hard much of the day preparing the food and drinks Grace has asked me to get ready. One word, young man. Most of these girls are eighteen years of age or older. They're legally allowed to drink alcohol and are being allowed to have some alcoholic drinks at these parties. You're not to touch any of them. I realise you know better than to go drinking the beer or spirits, especially after what happened with your father. But the punch has alcohol in it, don't drink anything except a soft drink can you opened and kept in sight. Clear? Keep away from the punch, especially on Saturday.” Wide eyed, I nod my head. This is all stuff I already know, but Mum is really pushing out the barrow on it today.
I wonder why she's making a big issue of it today? Sometime later I realised Mum is the one who usually makes the punch for the parties. Hmm, I wonder what's going on this weekend?
At 8.00 a.m. I'm at the house ready to go with Grace. She has a long list of groceries and other items to be purchased. She has the paperwork signed by Mum for the various suppliers to charge things to the house accounts. Each house has accounts with the various suppliers, and monthly bills are sent to the House Mother or Father for payment. Various staff have the authority to sign order forms for supplies. Grace has her licence to drive and we'll be dropping Mrs Bradley at the railway station first. I'm along to carry boxes. I carry Mrs Bradley's overnight bag to the minibus and we all climb in. Grace drives us in. I carry Mrs Bradley's bag into the railway station and we leave her on the platform. Down to the shops and pass the shopping list over to one of the staff at the supermarket. On to the butcher, the fruit and vegetables shop, and last is the store for the party supplies - things like banners, party hats, and other non-food items. Then to the Cheesecake Shop next door; Grace hands over the order form and I follow the lady out the back to carry two cartons of boxed goodies to the minibus. Back to the party shop for a box of party supplies, and back along the line. By the time we've everything loaded we have eighteen boxes of goodies very carefully secured to the floor of the minibus with twenty cartons of drinks - thirty cans in each. We're back at the house at 9.15 a.m.
I carry everything inside and into the kitchen. Grace returns the minibus to the school garage. I place the drinks and fridge stuff in the walk-in cool room, taking the party supplies up to Grace's room, as she told me to. I return to the kitchen, to find Princess checking everything is as ordered, and smirking at me. I upset her by giving her a nice smile back, Mum smiles at my response. For the next hour or so I'm very busy helping rearrange furniture for the party. About 10.00 a.m. I return to the kitchen, to find Mum preparing the punch. She's making up two thirty litre containers of fruit punch, two different flavours. She asks me to pour the ingredients into the two bowls. One bowl gets three litres of vodka while the other gets nine litres of vodka and three litres of Bacardi Rum. I'm surprised, as three litres of alcohol per bowl is the usual limit. When I start to ask about the quantities she says, “I know what I'm doing, do as your told.” Shrugging my shoulders, I turn and start pouring, placing the empty bottles in the recycling container. Both get eight large tins of diced fruit each. The low alcohol punch gets two fruits and fruit salad in equal amounts while the other gets diced apple and diced pineapple in equal amounts in it. The mixed fruit needs twenty-one litres of fruit juice while the pineapple / apple one needs twelve litres of fruit juice; it's almost fifty percent alcohol. Once everything is in the bowls I carry them through to the cool room to ferment and chill.
It's a very busy morning helping Mum get all the food ready for the afternoon and evening. I help her serve lunch at 12.15 p.m., and clean up afterwards. Most of it's carrying the plates out, scrape them, and put them in the dish washer. As Mum is leaving at 1.30 p.m. she turns to me with a smile and a gleam in her eye, saying, “Stay away from the punch, and enjoy yourself as much as you can, tonight.” I nod and smile, but wonder how she expects me to enjoy myself much while I'm working. Shaking my head, I turn and start setting up for the party due to start at 2.00 p.m.
Two tables have been set up on the sides of the main room and I've been given specific orders about what to put on what table. The low alcohol punch goes on the far table with sliced or diced fruit and some fairly healthy cheap nibblers. The other table has the high alcohol punch with all the expensive nibblers on it, mostly name brand chips etc. - ones that aren't usually provided. I do notice most of the nibblers on this table are also much saltier than those on the other. Princess comes down to inspect my set up just as I'm finishing it. She sees the high alcohol punch and says, “Oh good, I see your Mum did the special punch I asked for with lots of pineapple.” I nod, not bothering to tell her I did the actual work, she's not worth the trouble. Then I twig, Mum did that special for her; why did she have me give it so much alcohol? Nah, Mum wouldn't be out to get her drunk, she's not that type. Anyway, Grace is supervising the party.
As per the party instructions all the downstairs blinds are down, the doors and windows are shut and locked. I've no idea why they want the privacy, but they want it, so I set it up. I learn why later.
I'm feeling a bit warm because the house environmental controls are turned up high. It's the middle of winter and they're having an indoor pool party in swimsuits without a pool. How weird can you get? The girls start appearing, and most are in very skimpy bikinis. Well, I may not be having fun with my mates, but this promises to be fun for me to watch. I go and get a can of coke to drink. The first DVD is put on to play; High School Musical, Dance Along Edition. Lots of laughing, dancing, and drinking. Grace is supervising the party and she doesn't seem to mind Glenda having the odd glass of the punch from the fruit plate table, but stops her from getting anything from the other table. I do believe she and Mum are up to something. By 3.30 p.m. only the Princess, Prancer, and Pit Bull have had any of the special punch. They also seem to be going through it faster than the normal punch is being drunk.
Yeah, I know, I'm slow, but I did work it all out by 4.00 p.m. The dancing works up a sweat, they go to get a drink. While there they get something to eat. All the food at that table is very salty, making them even thirstier, so they have some more drink. All three do mention how nice the punch tastes today. I'm not surprised, with the amount of alcohol in it; about fifty percent alcohol by fluid volume, wow. I'm surprised it doesn't take the skin off the inside of their mouths.
By 6.00 p.m. the three trouble makers are very, very drunk and uninhibited. Grace approaches me and says, “Hey, Gary, how do you feel about a couple of special birthday presents and giving us a show?” I look at her, and she indicates the drunks, saying, “Now, just WHAT would YOU like to be doing to them right now? Help yourself.” I look at her very wide eyed. Smiling, I walk over to Jamie.
Standing behind Jamie I reach around to fondle her breasts and say, “You look uncomfortable in that, let me make you comfortable.” She nods her head as I undo the bikini top's clasp between her breasts. I peel the bra cups back. I look up, to see Grace using a digital camera to record it all, and Glenda watching wide eyed. The rest of the girls are watching and smiling. I take Jamie's top off and go back to fondling her breasts as I kiss her throat. Grinning, I slide my hand down and slip it inside her swimmers to cup her pussy. She moans and leans back on me. Damn, I can't believe I'm standing here feeling up a nineteen year old girl. I slip my finger into her slit and play with her clit with my right hand as my left is still fondling her breast. She wriggles in my grasp. Removing my hand from her pussy I move around in front of her and slide the last of her swimsuit down her legs and off, getting a good look at her shaved pussy. As I stand up I take my t-shirt off. I take her in my arms and kiss her. She's eager as she responds, and slides her tongue into my mouth. Damn, her bare breasts pushing into my chest feel nice. Breaking the kiss I lower her to the floor. I spread her legs while placing one of her hands on her pussy and say, “Show me how you play with it.” Smiling, she starts playing with her pussy.
I stand back, to see most of the girls now have a hand down their own swimsuit bottoms as they play with their pussies. Glenda sees me looking at her, and blushes; she also smiles at me. Grace is busy filming the action on the floor. It suddenly dawns on me Grace and Mum set this all up. I don't know how far they're going to let me go, but I intend to push the limit. We'll see how far I'm allowed to go.
I go over to Diane and whisper in her ear, “Like to eat that pussy?” She's very eager as she nods. So the rumours about her are true, she likes girls. Walking behind her I undo her bikini top and slip my hands inside the straps. I slide my hands around and fondle her breasts, she moans as the top falls to the floor. I slide my hands down to push her bottoms down and she steps out of them. Standing up I slip my hand into her juicy pussy and feel her up. She smiles and moans. Removing my hand I lead her over to Jamie and push her to her knees between Jamie's knees. Some of the girls gasp, and a few others giggle. Diane drops her mouth to Jamie's pussy and licks her slit. Jamie moans and places a hand on Diane's head to push her further into her groin.
I stand up and look around the room, most of the girls have lost their swimmers. I see Suzanne, she's standing to the side watching the floor show with a wide open mouth. I walk over and undo her top. I slide it off. No reaction. I slide her bottoms down, lifting her feet, one at a time, and take them off. Still no reaction. I slip my hand into her pussy, she sags against me and moans. I stand there feeling her up for a few minutes as I enjoy myself.
Grace walks up to me and says, “None of those three take any precautions and it's their fertile time. You even think about using a condom while you fuck them, and I'll rip your balls off. Mind you, the reverse applies when you get around to Glenda and me, as we can't use the pill, allergy reaction.” I turn and look at her. She smiles at me, and I smile back. Turning back to Suzanne I lead her to the middle of the room and help her to lie down.
Standing beside Suzanne I undo my pants. Looking around the room I notice I'm the centre of attention and Glenda's eyes are riveted on my groin. I slide my pants and shorts off. Glenda smiles and licks her lips as my dick comes into view. One of the older girls sighs and says, “Now that's a size I've got to try. He's bigger than any of the seniors I've dated.” I wish I knew how she meant that. I've never been into that 'Let's compare dicks' thing that some boys are, so I have no idea how my 215 mm long and 70 mm wide phallic tool compares to others, but, by the reactions I'm seeing, I'd guess I'd do well in such a contest.
I kneel down beside Suzanne and slip my right hand into her pussy. She's lying there looking at my dick and shaking her head no. She's still shaking her head no when she moans and comes a moment later. Taking my hand out of her pussy I lift her right hand up and wrap it around my dick, she grabs tight. Reaching to her chin I tilt her head up until her eyes see my face. At first her eyes are unfocused. When she focuses and sees exactly whose dick she's holding her smile slips. I say, “Now say yes and beg me to fuck you.” She gulps, and shakes her head no. I move my hand back and fondle her breast, she smiles and moans. I grasp her nipple and start to squeeze, her smile vanishes as I apply the pressure. Her eyes focus on me as she realises my intent.
Gulping, she says, “Please fuck me, Gary!” I smile at her and move between her thighs. Her hand keeps hold of my dick as I lower my dick to her pussy, it looks like she's guiding my dick to her cunt. Yet all she's doing is keeping a firm hold as my dick is guiding her hand, not the other way around. I place the head of my dick at her vaginal entrance and start to push in. She has no hymen, so it's easy as I slide in. When her hand touches her groin she removes it. I push my dick deeper and deeper into her love tunnel. I can feel it opening up as I enter her. She may not be a virgin, but I don't think she's been all that active yet, either. All through this her eyes are locked on mine.
Our groins meet as I lower my body to hers. We kiss. Breaking the kiss she asks, “Does this mean I'm your girlfriend now?”
Smiling at her I reply, “No, it means you're my sex slave now.” Her eyes go wide, she opens her mouth to speak, I kiss her again, and slip my tongue into her open mouth. While we kiss I pull my dick almost out of her and slide it back in - all real slow.
Breaking the kiss she closes her eyes and squeezes out a few tears as she says, “Yes, Master.” Oh shit, I was just playing mind games, but when she said that I almost shoot my load right then. Oh yeah, I may not have meant it when I said it, but since she accepts it, I'm keeping her as a sex slave.
I feel someone lifting her hips towards me. I rise back up onto my knees and elbows, to find Grace sliding a cushion under Suzanne's hips. I raise myself a little higher to give her room. Once we're set I start to thrust back and forth inside Suzanne's juicy cunt. Each move is a little faster than the previous. Very soon she's writhing and moaning. Right now I'm very thankful for all those sex stories I've read at ASSTR and Storiesonline. Some were full of crap, but some did help me learn what I should be doing now, so I do. I lean down to rub my chest against her nipples. She moans louder; damn, that does work. So my first fuck isn't with someone I love, but I sure love fucking this nineteen year old bitch. Especially knowing she's going to be mine again whenever I want her from now on. One good thing about fucking a bitch like this that I don't love is I can learn what does and doesn't work in real life, so I'll be better for the one I do love when I get to her later tonight.
I'm pounding Suzanne's pussy hard, and I change the angle a little. Suddenly it all changes. At first I think there's a problem. Her cunt is trying to squeeze my dick flat as she moans. Then my brain catches up, she coming because I've fucked her to an orgasm. Damn, that's a sexy thought. The squeezing is a bit worrying when it catches you unaware, but it doesn't hurt. In fact, it feels damn nice. As she relaxes I speed up more. She comes several times before I feel my balls getting ready to blow. I try to hold back, but I remember she's unprotected and I'm going to get her pregnant. Damn, that's a sexy thought too. I drop down, slide my arms under her, hook my hands around her shoulders, and slam my groin into her as the thought of making a baby sends me over the edge. My dick is as deep in her as it's ever going to get when I start coming. He eyes fly open as she feels my sperm hitting her insides. She opens her mouth, and I kiss her. I can see the concern in her eyes. I keep our bodies locked together as I shoot several spurts of sperm into her pussy. We stay there, locked together and kissing for a few minutes. My dick starts to go limp, so I break the kiss and pull out of her. She's accusing me with her eyes. Smiling, I look down at her as I say, “Don't worry. If that cunt load of sperm doesn't get you pregnant, one of the others of the coming weeks will.”
Her eyes go wide with anxiety. I watch as various emotions chase each other through her eyes. Anxiety, fear, concern, acceptance. She calms down and quietly says, “Yes, Master.” Damn, that's such a turn on my dick's already coming back to life. Moving around her body I place my dick on her lips. Her eyes go wide again for a moment, then she sighs and opens her mouth. She sucks on my dick. It's obvious she's not done this before. Oh well, I'll have to see she gets lots of practice.
Moving from Suzanne I pull Diane's head out of Jamie's pussy, and move her over to Suzanne's pussy. She starts to lick her pussy, stops, and lifts her head up. I'm firm as I push her head back down, she goes back to eating Suzanne's pussy. I move her pussy over Suzanne's head so she can return the favour, or would you say flavour in this case.
Jamie is lying there with her eyes shut and smiling. Figuring Grace must have had a reason for doing it, I slide a cushion under Jamie's hips before I rub my dick along her slit, she shivers when I rub it over her clit. Without opening her eyes she grabs my dick and places it in her vagina as she says, “Fuck me, NOW, I need it.” Grinning, I oblige her and shove my dick in. Stopping when my dick head hits something hard, and I've still got a couple of fingers worth of dick to push in. It's clear she's well experienced, as I entered her with ease and she grinned until I hit bottom. As I start to thrust in and out with a little less depth I think about female anatomy and realise I must have hit her cervix.
After several thrusts into her delicious fuck tube she squeezes my dick as she comes. I continue to fuck her for several more comes before I start to feel my balls getting ready to shoot another load. I smile wide as I remember a few things I'd read about sex and how to increase pregnancy. I continue to enjoy the delicious feeling of her cunt as she comes while I thrust in and out of her. As I near my own orgasm I lean down and kiss her, her mouth opens and her tongue enters my mouth. It's time, grabbing a good hold of her shoulders I thrust hard until our groins meet. As I hit her cervix and push against it her eyes open wide and she starts to scream into my mouth. I do think that hurt, and I don't care. Her cervix is squeezing tight around my dick head as her cunt tries to squash my dick tip flat while my balls are pumping my seed deep into her. Damn, this feels so good, my dick's all the way up this bitch's cunt with my dick head just at her cervix filling her with sperm. Man, what a trip this is; I'm fucking this bitch to motherhood.
Finished with the task of making her a mother my dick starts to go limp. I break the kiss as I start to lift from her body. She stares at me and says, “Shit, I'm being fucked by the bastard Gopher. That hurt, you arse hole.”
I smile and say, “Well, now that I've opened your cervix a bit it should make it easier for when you deliver the baby I just planted in your womb.” Some of the girls gasp, and her eyes go down to look at my dick as I pull out of her cunt. She gulps when she sees I'm not wearing a condom. I say, “I think I was so far up your cunt I may even have been shooting straight into your tubes.” She starts to cry, so I say, “Don't worry, after I've rested we'll both enjoy another good fucking.” She glares at me as I knee walk up her body and place my dick on her mouth while saying, “Now suck me clean, bitch.” A few more gasps from the audience. She opens her mouth and takes my dick in, giving it a good sucking. Damn, she knows what she's doing with that mouth. She's good. I let her suck away, and enjoy the feel of her tongue exploring my dick. She soon has me standing again. Pulling my now stiff dick out of her mouth I say, “You're a damn good cock sucker, you'll have to give the other girls lessons, won't you, slave.” She gulps, and nods her head.
I move over to Diane and lift her head out of Suzanne's pussy, saying, “Now lie on the floor in the middle and open your legs wide. She sits up and shakes her head no. A naked Glenda, what a beautiful sight she is too, walks up behind her to reach around and pinch her nipples. As Diane screams Glenda says, “Do as you're told, slut.” Diane looks around the room. She quick to realise her situation, she gulps and moves to lie between Suzanne and Jamie. I pull both the other girls heads down to Diane's breasts, they start sucking and licking, she smiles and moans.
I push her legs wider apart and her smile vanishes as I slip a cushion under her hips. After rubbing my dick up and down her pussy slit a few times I place it at the entrance to her vagina and strike a small problem. I back off to investigate it. Glancing up I say, “Well, well, what do we have here. Is that really an intact hymen I find in your cunt, are you still a virgin?” She looks at me with concern, and nods her head. Damn, this is a turn on too. My dick twitches as I think of taking her cherry. Glenda kneels beside me to push me out of the way, and her breasts rub against me as she leans in to have a look.
She smiles and says, “Well, so she is,” as she plays with my dick before putting it back in place as I move back over Diane. I pull Glenda to me and kiss her, her mouth opens and her tongue invades my mouth. They play for a moment before she breaks the kiss. Turning my head back to Diane she says, “We'll have plenty of time later, love.” My dick twitches again.
Giving Diane my attention again I say, “Well, I'm about to change that,” as I start to push against her hymen. Slow and as gentle as I can under the circumstances, I push my dick into her vagina. She winces as her hymen breaks and I start to enter her juicy cunt more. It's very wet from her orgasms with Suzanne, but I can feel how tight her cunt is and how it's resisting opening up to my dick, it's first invader. The extra pressure this causes is delicious as I slide deeper and deeper into her body. A few minutes later our groins meet and she's breathing hard.
I'm slow as I withdraw and push back in, I repeat this several times. On the ninth or tenth entry I'm about half way back down her love tunnel when she thrusts her hips up at me and says, “Damn you, fuck me, you bastard, fuck me, I need to come again.” Grinning, I speed up my entry and thrust hard and fast in and out of her cunt. Her legs wrap around my hips as her cunt ripples along my dick and she says, “Fuck, yes, I'm coming. Damn, this is better than anything I've done before.”
I stay there above her, moving my hips in and out as I pound her pussy, and she comes again and again and again. I don't know how long I'm fucking her tight wet cunt with its rippling action as she comes, it's so nice. Later, I'm told the girls enjoyed watching me pound her pussy for over fifteen minutes before they intervened. Glenda kneels down beside me and rubs her tits along my side as she says, “Hurry up and get her pregnant, we need time to clean up and get dressed before the pizza delivery arrives.” Diane's eyes go wide at this comment, and she shakes her head no. I smile.
Glenda sure knows how to punch MY buttons, that comment while pushing her tits into me moves me right along. She slides her hand down and starts tickling my balls. Grabbing Diane's shoulders I shove forward hard, and jam my dick into her cunt as my sperm boils up out of my balls and fills her cunt. Man am I on a power trip at the moment, take this bitch's cherry and get her pregnant at the same time. A few minutes later my dick's limp and I pull out. I move up and give it to her to suck. Jamie tells her how to suck dick and she does a good job, but nothing like Jamie's efforts. I must get Jamie to give them all lessons.
As I stand up Grace says, “Now you three just lie there and don't move. We don't want any of that sperm spilling out and messing up the floor instead of your menstrual cycle.” The other girls giggle. Everyone is getting back into their swim suits. I just pull my pants back on, I figure I'll not waste time with the shorts or shirt.
About fifteen minute later the pizza delivery guy arrives with eighteen hot large pizzas for us to eat. Three of the girls help the trio sit up on the floor, and feed them their dinner. Eating a slice of pizza Glenda walks over and squats in front of them as she says, “Don't worry, I'll let my man, Gary, continue to fuck you when he wants, as long as I get to watch it or he films it for me to watch later. That'll even be the case after he marries me.” I turn and look at her, I hadn't thought that far yet, and I'm definitely in favour of the idea of marrying the girl I've loved for the last eighteen months, but been too shy to ask out. Walking over to me she caresses my face and says, “You better be able to fuck me longer than you did Diane when you're ready, or you're in big trouble, Mister.”
I look at her and softly say, “I'll never be able to fuck you longer than I fuck any of them. Part because you're so sexy I don't think I can hold out that long. Most because I'll always just fuck them, but I'll be making love to you, dear.” She smiles and nods as she sits in my lap.
As Grace smiles at us Mum walks in with a tablet and says, “Time for your medicine, Gary.”
Smiling at Mum I ask, “Mum, what is this tablet, and why have you been giving them to me this week?” I take the tablet and swallow it down with a mouth full of coke.
With a big grin she says, “On Monday, when Princess hatched her plan, Glenda hatched a counter plan; which appears to be going to plan. So since Tuesday afternoon I've been feeding you Viagra to make sure you're up to the task she wants of you. One a day.” I stare at her. My Mum helped set this up knowing they want me to fuck these girls. She says, “I do hope you manage to fuck some sense into these bitches.” I've never heard her say a swear word before, so it's a heck of a shock.
I look at Mum and reply, “I don't know about that, Mum, and I don't know if you were let in on the whole plan. But regardless of having me fucked any sense into them, I've fucked them into motherhood. I've not been given any condoms and they have no protection, I've been told it's their fertile time and I was so far up them I expected to see my sperm coming out of their mouths.” Mum's eyes go wide as I reach the bit about motherhood. She turns to Glenda and glares at her.
Grace steps forward and says, “I changed the plan, Glenda didn't know about the change until he started fucking them without a condom on my instructions. There's things I know about these girls you don't, and this is for their own good as well.” Mum just stares at her, I know that stare, it'd melt steel. Gulping hard, Grace continues, “Trust me, things will be much better all round when they test positive to a pregnancy test. And you don't have to worry about how Gary will provide for the kids, that's taken care of.”
Mum continues to stare; they stand there staring at each other. Finally, Mum says, “You better be right, young lady. Because if you're wrong, I'll hold you down while he does the same to you.”
Glenda chimes in with, “You assured me this will all work out for the better; if it doesn't, I'll help her hold you down, too.”
Grace replies, “Trust me, I know things you don't. I know you love him and he loves you. After this he'll be happy to marry you. You'll be happy, and you'll have our three bitchy cousins as live in sex slaves to help keep him happy.” Everyone's eyes go up at the mention of the relationship. She says “You didn't know these three are our distant cousins, did you, sis? That's because the two sides of the family haven't spoken for two generations or more. But I noticed it while doing some family history research for an assignment. I also did more research. This is for the best.” Mum's eyes went a bit wide at the mention of marriage, but she noticed I didn't object, and realised I must agree with the idea. She leaves soon after that, but not before slipping me an odd device. On examination I realise it's a dick clamp.
After we finish eating Grace says, “Now for the main entertainment of the night. Gary, you have to take Glenda's cherry, then mine, and work your way through the rest of the sisters. Give us warning when your ready to come and you'll get time to slip your dick into one of the sperm receivers before it happens.” Smiling, I hold up the dick clamp, as this'll stop me coming until it's released. She smiles as she recognises what it is and what it means. I stand and remove my pants.
Smiling, Glenda takes the clamp off me and plays with my dick until it's stiff. Leaning down, she slips the clamp in place as she kisses my dick and does it up tight. Taking my hand she stands and pulls me over to a blow up mattress Grace is placing at the feet of my sex slaves. With a wide grin, I follow her. As Glenda drops down to the mattress I follow her and start to kiss her as I fondle her breasts. I soon leave her mouth and kiss my way down to suck on her breasts. Moving across her body I bring my other hand up to fondle the breast my mouth just left as my mouth moves to the other and my right hand slides down to her pussy. As my hand nears target I feel Glenda spread her legs in anticipation of its arrival. When Grace giggles I look up, to see her filming everything. I also see my slaves watching as they play with themselves. Looking around, I can see all the girls have lost their swim suits and are playing with a pussy, their own or a close friend's.
Returning my attention to Glenda I slip my index finger between her pussy lips and slide down to her vagina, it's very wet. I slip first one, then two fingers into her wet hole and spread them apart a little while I continue to fondle and suck her breasts. She moans in response. In a few minutes I've four fingers working away inside her pussy with my wet thumb rubbing her clit as I start to kiss my way down her body. A moment later I'm holding her pussy lips apart as I lick her clit. She moans and humps her hips at me. Smiling, I start to kiss my way up her body, kissing to and over her breasts as I move my body over hers, ready to enter her. As I move up her neck I feel a hand on my dick, and figure Grace is guiding me to Glenda's love tunnel. As I kiss Glenda again the mystery hand is rubbing my dick against Glenda's slit, and stops with it at the entrance to her vagina.
I feel some nice breasts press against my back as Grace says, “Hurry up and take my sister's cherry because you've eleven more virgins and two experienced girls waiting to be serviced by you. With the dick clamp on you don't need to worry about the condoms.” She lies part on my back and I start to enter Glenda, as I can't hold us both up like this because Grace is heavier than I am. I'm not strong enough to hold us both up, but strong enough to make the fall slow. Grace gets off me.
Glenda opens her eyes and smiles at me, saying, “Now, please, darling.” Smiling at her I nod as I push forward with my hips. I feel a slight resistance, but not as much as with Diane. It soon goes and I slide further into Glenda's tight pussy. I thrust in and out as she starts to moan faster.
Hearing some more moans from around me I snatch a quick look about the room, to see Karen and Carol kneeling beside two girls as they slide thin vibrators into the girls pussies while they moan. Grace sees me looking and says, “Saving some time by breaching the hymens of the rest of the virgins, you'll find them easier to enter.” I nod as I turn back to my lady love. In a few minutes I'm thrusting hard and fast into Glenda while she moans as her pussy squeezes my dick and soaks it with her flooding pussy juices. Some minutes later Grace says, “Slow down and stop before you fuck her brains fully out.” I slow down, to see Glenda has a huge smile on her face and her eyes are staring off into space. I withdraw, and Iris lifts Glenda up to sit her on a towel placed on the lounge.
I look around the room, to see all the girls have very wet pussies and are smiling. Karen and Carol are working their vibrators into two different girls and Grace lies down on the mattress. I also see several cameras are recording the action in the room from various angles; I smile while I make a note to make sure I get control of all that footage.
I look at Grace as she spreads her legs and holds her arms out to me. Moving into her arms I aim my dick at her pussy and feel it make contact with her wet vagina. It slides in a bit, then starts to slip into a much wetter and warmer point. She smiles as I slide into her cunt. I slide my hands under her shoulders and grab hold as I push all the way into her in one slow gentle thrust. Laying my head beside hers I whisper into her ear, “I want full control of all the films made tonight, and you'll make a lovely extra sex slave for me once you graduate university. Unless you wish to wait and go there as my slave as well.” I pull back as our groins meet and look into her face. She looks shocked.
Gulping, she nods and smiles a bit as she says, “Yes, Master, I'll wait and go with you and my sister.” I smile and speed up my thrusting. She starts to moan, and I can tell when she has her first orgasm as her cunt squeezes tighter and stays like that for a while. She starts making an odd, “Ah, uh, Ah,” sound as we fuck. She keeps that up for some time.
Nancy leans over, and says, “You better let up on Grace or that continuous orgasm will kill her.” While I look up in concern I slow down and withdraw. Nancy helps Grace to stand, and half carries her to the lounge to sit her beside Glenda as Amy slides onto the mattress.
Smiling, I move towards Amy's sopping pussy. Kneeling between her thighs I lean down and take my dick in hand while I guide it into her pussy. There's a slight resistance when I push through, I figure I just put the finishing touches to broaching her hymen. She reaches her arms around me to grab my arse and pull me all the way into her in one quick move. She caught me by surprise and our groins meet before I realise what she's up to. I use my arms to knock her hands free before sliding them under her shoulders as I kiss her and start a rapid moving my hips in and out. In a moment she breaks the kiss as she pants while saying, “Yes, yes, yes,” while her pussy gets wetter and wetter. The volume and speed of her yeses increases with each thrust. Leaning down I kiss her again. Her eyes bulge and her body really heaves and bucks while I fuck her. A few minutes later she goes slack.
Slowing down I break the kiss and stop. Amy lies there gasping for air while her eyes seem to roll about inside her head. A tap on my shoulder and I withdraw to allow Nancy to move Amy to the lounge as Iris smiles at me. Kneeling on the mattress in front of me Iris says, “I've always fantasised about losing my cherry while being fucked doggy style. Please, Gary, fuck me from behind?”
Grinning, I reply, “Always glad to oblige a lovely lady. In fact, I'm so willing to oblige you I'll do it every day for the next six weeks. Think that should see your fantasy well and truly settled?” Gulping hard, she smiles and nods while she moves her thighs a bit further apart. Moving up to her I push her thighs a bit more apart and pull her arse back so her thighs are angled backwards from her knees and I say, “Move those arms back a bit to settle your centre of balance with your hips and legs like this, and lower your front onto your elbows.” She nods, and shuffles her arms back a bit and into a position with her back angled down to her head. Sliding my own knees and thighs forward between hers I reach my right arm around her thigh to grab my dick and guide it to target as I place my left arm beside her body to balance my weight. Iris is the shortest girl in the house and the thinnest, she's a very petite person. In this position she almost vanishes underneath my larger body.
With us both in a nice position and balanced, I push my stiff dick into her juicy cunt, damn she's tight. Even in this position with my dick unable to make full contact with her groin my dick head is nudging her cervix at maximum penetration. If we'd been fucking missionary style I'd be well into her womb when our groins met. I start to thrust in and out. At first I think I'm hurting her as it sound's like she's whimpering. I start to slow down and she says, “Faster, faster, keep me coming, please.” I speed up again, and hear her whimpering speed up. Several minutes later she sighs, and collapses forward, sliding off my dick in the process. I roll her onto her side.
Nancy comes over and looks at Iris, she's out cold. Nancy says, “Holy shit, he's been fucking for over an hour and he's just fucked Iris into a faint.” There's a chorus of moans around the room, and I look up, to see several of the girls coming as they play with their pussies. Damn, that's an erotic sight. My dick starts to twitch, and I really need to come.
I move to Suzanne, and notice her pussy and thighs are sopping wet, it seems she liked the show. A quick glance shows me all my slaves liked the show. I touch Suzanne's ankles, she moves her thighs apart and I knee walk up between them. Lying down on top of her I guide my dick into her cunt when I lean down to kiss her. I start thrusting away and she starts humping back and moaning. A few minutes later her cunt is squeezing my dick in a delightful manner and I want to come again, but I hang on. A few more minutes and the pain of not coming is difficult. Shoving my dick in to the full length I reach down and open the dick clamp. My sperm surges forth and into her waiting cunt. She's in the middle of another orgasm when I start to fill her. She focuses her eyes on me and bites her lip when she realises I really meant it about getting her pregnant. We lock eyes for a moment. She lowers hers, saying, “Thank you for making me come so much first, Master.” I smile at her and nod while my deflating dick is shrinking within her nice cunt. Having done it's job of filling her vagina my dick is happy to slip out of her warm embrace. When I move up for her to suck my dick clean, I motion for Jamie to eat Suzanne's pussy and for Diane to eat Jamie's. Both half grimace at me and move to eat the indicated pussy.
In a few minutes Suzanne has my dick stiff again and I apply the dick clamp to the new erection before pulling Jamie's pussy over for her to eat. I move over to a lounge and pull Rose into my lap to play with her tits and pussy while we all watch my slaves eat pussy. All the girls who are aware enough of the world enjoy watching the show while they play with each other's pussies.
After a few minutes Rose is moaning while she comes on my lap. Smiling, I help her move to the mattress and slide into her. I've hardly entered her when she thrusts her hips at me and impales herself onto my dick as she comes. Our hips drop back to the mattress together and I start a fast fucking action. Her cunt feels so nice when it ripples along my dick, and she moans all the time I fuck her. Several minutes later Nancy taps me on the shoulder and I withdraw. Since Nancy seems to know when I've been with one girl enough, so I'm letting her be time keeper. As Nancy moves Rose to a lounge Rose's twin sister, Jasmine, moves onto the mattress. Their faces aren't identical, but there bodies are so close you can't be sure which is which until they turn around.
Smiling at Jasmine I lower myself to her and slide my dick into her ready pussy. She sighs and says, “Hmm.” After a few strokes she's moaning and pushing her hips at me when I slide forward. I enjoy fucking her tight pussy and it's clear she's enjoying herself too. Some minutes later I'm reluctant to withdraw when Nancy taps my shoulder. Jasmine is helped away as Joan settles onto the mattress on her left side.
Joan lies on the edge of the mattress with her left leg out at an angle such her ankle is level with her breast and her right leg is straight up from the floor. Grinning, I move up to her and slide my dick in. I'm as deep into her as I'm going to get, with my balls hard against her left leg and her right leg pushed at a slight angle over her body. I look down at her while she smiles and I thrust in and out. Having my dick rotated ninety degrees to how I fucked the others feels a bit different; much like the others, but a bit different. She soon starts to make small grunting sounds while her pussy squeezes my dick, I think she's coming. This is a bit different and a bit more uncomfortable than the others, but, still a nice fuck. I'm glad when Nancy taps my shoulder because this position puts a lot more pressure on my thighs, and I'd probably get a cramp if I kept it up too long. While Nancy helps a grinning Joan move to a lounge, Penny moves to the mattress.
Penny is the school's star gymnast and is already being touted as an Olympic contender when she decides to enter competition at that level, but she doesn't wish to do that yet. She lies in the centre of the mattress and pulls her legs apart into a full splits, then smiles when Helen slips a cushion under her hips. I move into place and slide into her eager cunt. When our groins meet she wraps her legs around me and uses her feet to push hard on my arse. I start a fast thrusting action, and she heaves and bucks with her first orgasm. The feel of her cunt and thighs squeezing me with each orgasm is a bit of a worry at first, because her thighs are strong and it hurts a bit. But after a few orgasms they aren't squeezing so much. Several minutes later Nancy taps my shoulder and I withdraw. Nancy helps Penny to a couch as Fiona lies on the mattress.
I'm beginning to feel like a stud ram being forced to perform, but don't mind, because I love the shows. Fiona gets down on her knees and elbows with her arse angled backwards and her head on the mattress. In this position she's ready to be taken doggy style and can watch her cunt at the same time. I move up and slide into her. When our groins meet I reach for her breasts with my right hand and play with them while I balance on my knees and left arm. She holds her position and moans as she comes from almost the first entry. I'm a bit worried about not going slow with the initial entry of most of them, like I did with Diane and Glenda, then realise they were all so wet and ready because they'd been playing with their pussies and had several comes already. So I decide to stop worrying unless they say something. I soon realise at this angle my balls are hitting against Fiona's clit while I get to play with her tits too. When Nancy taps my shoulder I decide to try something, and pinch Fiona's nipple while I thrust forward for the last time. She arcs her back and her head comes up as she screams while her cunt tries to squeeze my dick flat. Seconds later she collapses onto the mattress and slides off my dick. Nancy gives me an odd look when she lifts a sleeping Fiona up, Carol moves forward and helps to carry her to the lounge while Helen gulps and moves to the mattress.
Grinning, I stop her from lying down while I get the footstool from Mrs Bradley's lounge chair. Checking the camera angles I set the padded stool up in place of the mattress and pull Helen to me. The feeling of her breasts rubbing against my chest as she sits down on my dick is delicious. Our groins are almost meeting when her thighs rest on mine. I lean back and away, raising my hips a bit and I slide just a touch more into her. She smiles when she starts to lift up and down on my dick while I reach up to play with her clit and tits. Oh what a delicious feeling when she starts her first come. After a few minutes she starts to slow down because she tires, so I sit up and start to lift her up and down. A few minutes later I get the tap on the shoulder, so I slide her down onto me, lean back, and pinch her clit. She screams and heaves while her cunt squeezes me with her biggest orgasm yet. Glenda and Grace lift her off me and take her to a couch when Nancy walks over. I wave for her to wait while I stand and move towards Jamie.
My slaves are still lying where they were told to lie, and have been watching the show. It's obvious they've been enjoying themselves because they all have dripping pussies. Moving over to Jamie I nudge her feet, she's quick to spread her legs and I kneel between her thighs. I ask for another cushion and slip it under her hips to lift her pussy higher. Moving into position I slide into her. The extra cushion means the angle of entry is different and my dick is making contact in a different way. Before, the underside of my dick made the most contact with her vaginal walls while it moved along the full length of her vagina with the sides of the head of my dick making contact all around as it slid in. Now, the underside of my dick is making contact at the entrance and then is clear of contact, but the entire top side of the head of my dick is rubbing along the roof of her vagina when I thrust in. I'm almost all the way in when she suddenly sits part way up and screams, “Fuck yes,” while her cunt squeezes hard on my dick and she has the biggest orgasm she's had today.
When Jamie settles down I hear Grace says, “Looks like he's found her g-spot. I've got to try that position later.”
Smiling, I speed up my thrusting and Jamie screams on each thrust. It only takes a few minutes like this and I've got to come. So I reach down and release the clamp while I grab her hips and thrust in as hard as I can. I hit her g-spot and she starts to come, I keep going to reach and penetrate her deep while she's still coming. Her body is still heaving as she opens her eyes and stares at me when I start filling her with sperm. She's not dumb, she knows why I've done that and her eyes go wider again when my sperm shoots into her cunt to set her off on another big orgasm. Her legs wrap around me and she tries to shove me in deeper; she manages a small amount of further penetration as I continue to come in her. The feel of her cunt squeezing my dick is great. A moment later she relaxes and lets go of me. When I withdraw she says, “If that load doesn't get me pregnant, nothing will. If you'd been any deeper, you'd have been sticking out the top of my tubes.”
Glenda moans and collapses to the floor when she says, “Oh fuck, what an image,” while she comes.
Smiling at Jamie I move up her body while I say, “I'm going to really enjoy having you as a sex slave for the rest of your life, and you'll give me many lovely children, won't you?”
She grins and says, “To be fucked like that from time to time, I'll do anything. My mother and all my aunts always talk about how painful sex with men is, and how you never get to come with them. Yet out of the thousands of orgasms I've had the greatest have been with your dick inside me. I figure Mum's got it all wrong, or she doesn't know how to fuck.” I smile, when she's very eager to open her mouth to suck my dick clean and ready for more fucking.
I jump a bit when I hear Mum say, “That was the best live fuck show I've ever seen, and it sure looks like you've fucked some sense into Jamie.” Mum kneels down and gives Jamie some advice on cock sucking. I'd only thought she was a good cock sucker. Damn, the advice Mum is giving her is so good I'm soon ready to go again.
Smiling at Nancy I decide to try something I'd read about. I move the mattress aside and slide the wooden coffee table into its place before putting the mattress on it. I move Nancy over to sit right on the end and lean her back while I kneel in front of her. Spreading her legs very wide I slide my dick into her juicy cunt. This gives me the same angle of entry I just had with Jamie. Nancy's eye soon go very wide while her cunt squeezes me and she yells, “Fuck yes.” I set about fucking her brains out. After several minutes I get a tap on my shoulder, so I pinch Nancy's breasts and she screams again when she has a bigger orgasm. As I withdraw I look around, to see Mum has her dress up and her panties down while she plays with her pussy.
Grace helps Nancy to a lounge while Carol replaces Nancy and I say to Mum, “Diane seems to be a good pussy eater. Why don't you strip fully and try her out, Mum?” Mum's eyes go wide at being caught by me. After a moment's thought she's quick to strip off and lower her pussy to Diane. Very soon Mum has a huge smile on her face. Turning to Carol I slide into her, she's one of the most experienced girls in the house. Considering she's been a live in student since year seven I wonder how she managed it. She rarely went home for weekends or holidays, and rarely left the grounds.
When our groins meet she moans, and says, “Shit yeah, he does know how to find a girl's g-spot. That's the fist time I've felt a dick slide over it, and it's great. He's the best fuck on campus, even better than Mister Haining.” Both Mum and I take notice of this, Mr Haining is the senior maths teacher and responsible for giving all students discipline. There's no way he should be fucking any student, even if she chased him. I'll have to follow this up and deal with it, or Mum will cause a scandal about it. I continue to fuck Carol hard and fast while she comes and comes. Several minutes later I get the tap and pinch her clit for another scream and a super orgasm; I'm learning fast.
While withdrawing from Carol I turn to Mum, saying, “I'll deal with what we just heard, OK?” Mum just sighs and nods as Karen kneels on the coffee table with her head on the mattress and her arse in the air. Another doggy fuck coming up. But this one's a little different, again.
When fucking most of them the angle is such the underneath of my dick is subbing against the entrance of their cunt while I slide in and out, because my dick is sliding in level or, as in the last few cases, with a slight upward angle because our groins were level or mine a little lower. With the other doggy fucks my groin was a little lower and thrusting at a slight upward angle. This time my groin is a bit higher because I have to stand, thus, my dick is entering at a slight downward angle. When I enter Karen I realise my entry like this is just the same as when I entered Carol, so my dick head should ride over her g-spot while we fuck doggy style. I grin, because I figure this is what she was after. I play with her tits and clit while I fuck her. She comes on the first full entry, and every thrust after that. After her allotted time Grace gives me the tap on the shoulder and I pinch both nipples, to be rewarded with a scream and a large orgasm. I withdraw and look around the room.
Time to blow my load into Diane again. When I walk over I see she's in a sixty-nine with Mum, and both are enjoying it. With a huge grin I wink at Grace and move around behind Mum. Glenda gasps and Grace giggles when I kneel and enter Mum's wet pussy. Her head pops up and she turns to give me an angry look, because she knows there's only one dick at this party. I give her arse a light slap and say, “You're naked here at a party with the rest of my harem, so shut up and enjoy the fun. It's not as if I can get you pregnant. Anyway, this means there's less arguments at home.” She gives me an odd look about the last comment, “Next time sis calls me a mother fucker, I'll just have to shut up and accept it, because I now am.” She giggles, and goes back to eating pussy as I fuck her for several minutes and numerous orgasms. Damn, she's a nice fuck, but having someone lick my dick and her clit while we fuck is a whole new dimension, I must remember that for later with Glenda.
Withdrawing from Mum I move around to kneel between Diane's thighs when Grace slips a second cushion under her hips. When I lower myself she reaches up and pulls me to her, and comes before I'm half way into her. She hasn't finished that come when she starts another as I hit her g-spot and her eyes open very wide. I fuck her hard for a few minutes. When I feel a hand at the base of my dick I shove hard as she lifts her hips towards me while screaming. My dick slams against the end of her cunt as our groins meet and I shoot sperm into her. I slip an arm under her hips and hold us in this position while my balls empty into her. Beside my ear a giggling Glenda says, “I thought pinching her nipple might get a reaction as I released the dick clamp.” I nod at her while I finish filling Diane's pussy with sperm. When my dick goes limp I lower her to the cushions and she slides off it. Moving up onto my knees I place a hand behind Glenda's head and push it down to my dick, she resists a bit at first, and then complies with my clear order.
Mum calls out some cock sucking directions from her place on the lounge. After Glenda sucks my dick clean and has a good suck for the fun of it, I let go of her head and she lifts it to look at me. I say, “Glenda, love, make no mistake about this, I'm in charge, got it? You may be a little older, but I'm in charge and you're second in charge.” She looks at me for a moment, before smiling and nodding her head. I see Grace has a stunned expression, it's obvious she expected me to be subservient to her sister. But how can I wimp out now I have a room full of girls as my harem?
Standing up I go and help Glenda bring in the evening snacks. Most are on trays in the oven keeping warm, I move a selection to three plates and place them beside my three sperm receivers while I assign three different girls (Iris, Rose, and Jasmine) to see they get fed.
We sit around and chat for a while as we eat, boy am I hungry. All the snacks and almost all the nibblers are gone by the time we start getting ready for bed. A couple of large beds are made up on the lounge room floor for my sperm receivers and me. Mum and the girls all head off to their own beds for the night. But they don't all stay there.
Several times during the night I'm woken up by a wet pussy sliding down my dick, it just doesn't want to go down. After the girl concerned finishes fucking herself to a few good comes she gets up and goes back up the stairs. The room is so dark I can't make out who it is, except for when Iris takes a turn because her small stature is a give away. A few times in the night I feel the need to come, and move over to wake one of my sperm receivers. I give her a few good comes until I come in her. I give them all an extra sperm load during the night, and Diane gets a fourth.
I get up at my usual time Sunday morning and stop to give Suzanne my morning erection with another load of sperm before having a shower and helping Mum get breakfast. The girls turn up for breakfast, nude. And my sperm receivers have their pussies plugged so they can sit at the table for breakfast. While they all eat I do my proper job of cleaning up the lounge room and setting out the next round of nibblers and drinks, none of the punch is left.
The day is spent by the girls dancing to music, nude. Whenever one of the girls feels the urge for a fuck she looks me up and we go up to her room for a good fucking. Whenever I feel like fucking someone I just go over and lead them off, and I make sure all my sperm is well distributed between my three receivers. The day isn't as charged as yesterday because it's not a general sex show orgy in the lounge room. At times some of the girls do vanish as pairs for a while. Diane is often borrowed to do extra pussy eating because she's very good at it.
At one point late in the afternoon I walk into the lounge room to find Iris leaning over the back of a lounge talking to Grace. Moving up behind her I say, “Time to keep my promise,” while I spread her legs and start feeling her up. She looks startled for a moment, then remembers my promise when I took her cherry. Smiling, she spread her legs wider and is soon very wet. The girls gather round when I enter Iris from behind. Standing up we have a different angle to when we first fucked. This time I'm riding over her g-spot and she's soon screaming her orgasms to the world. The rest of the girls watch and play with their pussies. After several minutes Iris collapses onto the lounge and I pinch her clit for another screaming orgasm. Withdrawing from her I move over to where Jamie is lying on the floor and enter her with one fast deep stroke. A few thrusts and orgasms later and my dick is deep in her while I pump more sperm into her.
Just after dinner Mum goes to collect Mrs Bradley from the railway station. They return to find the house clean and tidy with all the girls sitting around in casual dress. It's clear everyone had a good party, so she smiles before she takes her bag into her room. All afternoon I'd been cleaning and washing between fucking girls, what an interesting day. When I leave for the night Grace asks me to return about eleven and come to her room.
At eleven I enter the house and head for Grace's room, Glenda is in the kitchen getting a drink, and smiles when I walk through. I'm quiet as I open the door to Grace's room. I see she's engaged in a sixty-nine with another girl. The room is dark, but there's enough light to make out the two bodies despite not being able to recognise the girl with Grace. I can tell from the hair Grace is on the bottom. I slip my tracksuit off while I move towards the bed. When I move up behind Grace's partner Grace signs for me to be quiet and just fuck her bedmate. With care, I position myself and thrust my dick into her to the hilt because I know there's no virgins in this house now, so I'm not worried about any damage. My groin hits the other girl's groin and her head comes up. I'm surprised when I hear, “Who the fuck is that?” I know that voice, and I giggle when I realise I'm balls deep in Mrs Bradley's cunt.
For the first time in my life I think of a witty reply to something and say, “It's OK, Missus Bradley, it's just the house STAFF ensuing all the house members are properly serviced, as you insist on.” I speak while I thrust away in her pussy while playing with her tits and Grace sucks her clit. I fuck her hard for several minutes, to her obvious pleasure. After a while I stop and withdraw. She sits up and looks at my dick when I walk around to fuck Grace. I slide a pillow under Grace's hips and slide into her. Mrs Bradley leans forward and kisses me while I fuck Grace. After giving Grace a good fucking I withdraw and go to leave.
Mrs Bradley says, “Now that you've started fucking me, you better be available when I want a fuck.”
Turning around I walk back to the bed and place my hand on the back of her head. I push her down to my dick while I say, “Be quiet and suck my dick.” Gulping, she starts sucking as I continue, “I decide who and when I fuck members of my harem, not you. You can order me about regarding my paid employment. But in regards to sex you're MY sex slave, and don't you forget it.” Grabbing a handful of her hair I pull her head back and look into her eyes in the faint light.
Gulping, Mrs Bradley nods and gives a weak smile and she says, “Yes, Master.” Nodding, I turn and leave the room. While I exit I hear her say, “Grace, I think you may have gotten more than you bargained for. It looks like you've created a monster.”
With a giggle Grace replies, “No, he's always had that monster dick. All I've done is trigger his confidence and chained us to him. And I'm happy about that.”
I enter Suzanne's room. Walking to her bed I turn her covers back and place my hand on her pussy. She wakes up and spreads her legs while she smiles at me and says, “Evening, Master.” I mount her and fuck her to several good orgasms before releasing the dick clamp and filling her cunt with my seed again.
During the next six weeks I spend a lot of time fucking the girls between my other duties. Each of my sperm receivers gets one or two loads per day, and three or four or more on non-school days. Mum and Mrs Bradley also get a good fucking every other day or so. The second time I fucked Mum she was a bit shocked, I think she thought the party was going to be the only time.
The Wednesday after the party my sister is away at an overnight school activity in the Sydney Central Business District, they went to a live play and stayed over night at a nearby hotel because it finished too late to get a train back. On the Wednesday night with just Mum and I in the house I wait for Mum to go have her shower. Waiting until she was washed I walk into her en suite shower nude and join her in the shower. Her eyes open wide when I do. I place my hand on her pussy and start to feel her up while I say, “Time for this little mother fucker to fuck his mother again.” Smiling, she opens her legs and leans back against the wall while I step forward and enter her. By the time I finish fucking her the water is going cold, so I turn it off and withdraw. When I dry her I say, “You'll now stop trying to avoid being alone with me, right?” She smiles and nods her head.
The next weekend I get Carol aside and talk to her about her statement when I fucked her. She's very embarrassed to have said what she did, because she didn't realise she spoke aloud at the time. At first she doesn't want to talk about it, but I grab her by the hair and pull her to her knees while I tell her she has no choice, especially if she wants to continue being serviced by me. Gulping, she tells how she was alone with Mr Haining for a disciplining lesson and she let him know she'd be receptive to having sex with him. Within a few minutes he was fucking her. Since then he's fucked her and Karen instead of giving them discipline. She also tells me how she and Karen had to all but rape Mr Manning to find out what he was like. They've both had sex with every boy in the school who can get an erection, and both have given up on the rest while they can be with me.
The next day I pay a call on Mr Haining and explain to him that I know about his having sex with Carol and Karen. He's not to be alone with any of the girls from now on and he's to resign for another post at the end of the current school year, or I'll cut his dick off and explain why in open court. He does as told. Mum also has a quiet word with the school's dean, and a new policy is started. One where no teacher may be alone with any student for any reason, regardless of genders.
About six weeks after the party Diane, Jamie, and Suzanne aren't feeling well of a morning. Mum and Mrs Bradley exchange knowing smiles while they ready breakfast. The girls are kept back and taken to the doctor. They return with huge grins and medical certificates stating they're pregnant.
The school's dean notifies their parents of this and arranges for the parents to visit the next weekend. Grace also arranges for her mother to visit on the same weekend.
Grace's mother arrives early Saturday morning and is introduced to us all. We were told to expect her about 9.00 to 9.30 a.m. and she arrives around 9.10 a.m. Grace, Glenda, and I are waiting outside for her. I soon learn she's a lovely lady with a lot of guts and can't be shocked. A car with driver pulls up outside the sorority house and an elegant woman gets out of the car when her driver opens the door for her. She walks over while Grace and Glenda race for her. They meet in the drive and go into a three way hug.
Mrs Bradley and Mum come out to meet her, and are introduced as the house mother and head cook. Grace introduces me as, “Mother, this is my Master and Glenda's fiancé, Gary. Gary, this is my mother, Missus Bellows.” She didn't even slow down in her approach during the introduction. When I shake hands with Mrs Bellows' hand she keeps hold of it and gives me a very long look.
Smiling, she says, “I knew Glenda was very interested in you, but fiancé? And how come you're Grace's master?”
I reply, “Well, we had an incident at a party where Glenda and I became intimately involved and we both accepted we were going to get married. Grace was impressed with my performance and wanted to join in. So I allowed she could if she became my sex slave because I'm only allowed to have sex with my fiancé and my sex slaves. Grace and a few other girls have accepted me as their master, and they're my sex slaves. Glenda has been gracious enough to allow me to keep them. She said something about needing some rest sometime.”
She laughs very hard and says, “Call me Tuesday.”
Laughing, I reply, “Why can't I call you tomorrow or Monday?”
Giggling, she says, “Tuesday's my first name, Tuesday Bellows. My parents were very into the hippy generation thing with names. I got off fairly well. I have an older brother called Monday who had a very bad time at school. I was lucky in Tuesday Weld was famous when I got to school. My younger sister, Wednesday, had a hard time too because she kept being compared to Wednesday Addams from the television show. I find Missus Bellows is too formal.”
I laugh very hard and say, “What say I split the difference and just call you Missus B or Tue?” She nods her head while we walk into the house. She disappears upstairs with Grace and Glenda for an hour. When they reappear she gives me a very hard stare as she smiles at me.
Just before 11.00 a.m. Mrs Hadley, Mrs Jenkins, and Mrs Miller arrive. These are three sisters and the mothers of Suzanne, Diane, and Jamie - respectively. They all arrive in one large car with a driver. They're no sooner in the house when they start abusing Mrs Bradley for letting their little girls be seduced and get pregnant. Poor Mrs Bradley is confused, because she can't see how she's responsible for the girls' condition, neither can I. The seven of them are in the lounge room and the girls are very quiet as they sit there while the mothers take turns to harangue Mrs Bradley about the situation. Being in the kitchen helping Mum with lunch I can hear it all. Then they start in on the girls as well.
At this point I get fed up and put down the knife and vegetables I'm cutting while I say, “Excuse me, Mum.” Entering the lounge room I'm loud when I say, “Shut up and behave. You leave Missus Bradley and my girls alone.” The mothers shut up while I look round and see the fear on the faces of the girls. Walking over to them I run my hand over their heads and say, “Don't worry, girls, I'll deal with this trouble.”
They all smile at me while they say, “Yes, Master.” The mothers just gulp.
Turning to the mothers I say, “These girls are all pregnant with my children. They ARE going to carry the children to term. And I don't care what you have to say about that. They're my sex slaves and I'm keeping them. That's the end of it. You can either support them in this or you can get lost and stay out of their lives. Now which is it going to be?”
Mrs Hadley says, “Well, I never.”
Laughing, I respond, “If you never, how the hell did Suzanne end up here?” She goes a bright red. The three women look at their daughters, and can see how happy they are to be my servants and pregnant to me. I smile and say, “Of course, I could always take you three on as extra slaves as well, if you can learn to behave.” All three glare at me and withdraw to a corner for a quiet chat in private.
A few minutes later they all make a few phone calls. Turning back to us they stand in a triangle while Mrs Jenkins speaks for them. She says, “Girls, we've decided you can either come with us and have abortions, or stay with this bastard and be disinherited. You won't get a cent from us or the family to help with the costs of your living. The school fees and costs are prepaid to the end of this year, and that's it. No more allowance, nothing. We'll ship the contents of your rooms to you here next week, if you don't leave with us now.” They all go and stand near the front door.
All three girls are crying. Diane looks up and says, “Please, Master, what will happen to us in the long term?”
I look down at them and reply, “I can't speak for the long term, except to say I'll never send you away. You're now part of my family and will stay with me until such time as you choose to leave me and my family. Be that tomorrow, ten years, or a hundred years.” All three stand and hug me.
One by one they take up position behind me and say, “Goodbye, mother.” The women are astounded and they stand there with mouths open. It's obvious they didn't expect this result.
Just then Mrs B walks in and says, “I couldn't not hear what was happening here. Ladies, if you mean what you just said you best put it in writing. I've had legal training and can organise that for you, if you want?” They nod their heads, and a few minutes later they're signing legal documents saying they're disinheriting their daughters and why. The documents are witnessed by Mrs Bradley and Mrs Hemmingway, the school's dean, because she's a Justice of the Peace and was called over to witness the signatures. The girls sign them as well and each gets a copy of the document relating to them while Mrs B keeps a third copy as an independent witness copy. The three women return to their car, and leave without a backward glance.
I stand in the front window with the girls beside me and watch them leave, while I think, 'What a bunch of nasty bitches they are. No wonder the girls were like that when they arrived here.'
Mrs B walks over and asks, “Now you have three women to care for, how do you intend to do that?”
I look at her and reply, “I don't know, but I will. They're now my responsibility and I'm NOT going to shirk it in any way. We'll manage, somehow.”
She smiles and nods her head. Turning to Grace she says, “You're right, he's solid.” Mum walks in and stares at Grace. Going a deep red colour, Grace taps her mother's arm and points at Mum. Mrs B says, “You know, Grace, I think I'd like to see how you'd react if I helped Glenda and others hold you down while Gary got you pregnant.” Grace goes wide eyed. “But I don't think you or your father would like that, because it doesn't match your plans. So I'll just have to ring Peter and get him out here.” Turning to me and the girls she says, “Girls, don't worry. My grandfather's father is the same as your mother's. We're distantly related. My grandfather had a big fight with his two sisters. The fight extended to the whole family. Grandfather was tricked into a marriage by his sisters, the woman was a friend of theirs and only interested in his money; she turned real bitchy the minute the wedding ceremony was over. Over the years he fell in love with one of their servant girls and she had two children by him. His wife would never agree to a divorce. When he officially recognised his children and declared them as his heirs his sisters hit the roof. Their father was very upset about their attitude, and more so when he found out they'd tricked his son into marrying a friend who couldn't have kids so they would be in a better position to inherit more of his estate for their children. Grandfather's father split the family wealth into four parts. He gave each of his children one quarter of his wealth. The remaining quarter was set up in a trust with some very unusual conditions. He was very wealthy, so all three children became very wealthy. Grandfather took his quarter and immediately set it up in a trust for his children. The trust beneficiaries were him, his wife, his lover, their children, and any descendants they have. The trust is such that the beneficiaries get an allowance and can use trust assets without charge. Grace, Glenda, my husband, I, and others still get allowances from that trust. Grandfather's sisters joined their wealth together and created a joint family trust with different conditions. These girls have just been cut out of that trust.” We all stand there watching her while we try to work out where the hell all this history of family wealth is headed.
She says, “Grandfather never again spoke to his sisters because they and their children snubbed his children. Neither side of the family has spoken to the other since. Grandfather's sisters were prudes and down on grandfather for wanting children, despite the way they trapped him into a bad marriage. He found a way to have children that just made them angrier. Because of their attitudes grandfather's father set the conditions on the last quarter of his wealth to be held in trust and well managed until the first time a descendant of his daughter's was having a child out of wedlock and declared their intention to stay with their partner permanently without getting married to him. If there were multiple contenders the funds are to be divided equally between them. The funds are to be dispersed to all eligible persons found within six months of the first eligible contender becoming known to the trustee. The money is to be paid to the partner and not the blood heir. Thus meeting grandfather's father's statement his daughters and their descendants would never receive the money in the last quarter of his wealth. All this was told to grandfather's sisters so they would be faced with the choice of pushing their prudish attitudes onto their children or dropping them to encourage the children to go for the money. We're fairly sure they never told their children about the terms of the last quarter trust because the lot of them are very prudish. But we now have three contenders, and all intent on staying with the same man who intends to care for them and not marry them.” Turning to me she says, “Congratulations, Gary, the trustee is on his way out here to tell you exactly how rich you are now. Be prepared for a shock, I don't know the current value because the trustee is very good. The last figure I heard is from thirty years ago, and that was in nine digits.”
Stunned, I collapse onto the lounge with my three slaves around me. Jamie squeaks out, “Oh shit, mother is going to be pissed when she hears about that. I know she was only too glad to have us cut out of the trust because it hasn't been going too well and is now under twenty million. Cutting us out will increase her allowance by a significant amount.” She starts to giggle, and can't stop herself. To quieten her I pull her to me and kiss her, she soon settles down again.
About two hours later a man arrives and examines the girls' birth certificates, the medical certificates, the statements by their mothers, witness statements by Mum, Mrs Bradley, Mrs Hemmingway, all the house girls, and myself. He writes a summary and gets confirmation the girls and I didn't know about the trust when we had sex some weeks back and we tried to get them pregnant knowing I wasn't ever going to marry them, but was always going to keep them with me. When he's satisfied, he informs me that once the children are born I'll be the main beneficiary of the trust and will receive direct control when I'm twenty-one years of age, provided the girls are still with me and I married someone else. I confirm that's my intention. He has a good laugh at the expression on my face when he tells me the trust's current value is just over two hundred and twenty-seven million dollars.
Two years later Glenda and I graduate from high school in the morning and we have our wedding ceremony in the school grounds in the afternoon. My slaves are her matrons of honour, that's a bit funny because all of them are unmarried and have had either one child within the last eighteen months or are pregnant - Jamie, Suzanne, Diane, Iris, Grace, Carol, and Karen. I have a different lover for each day of the week, as well as Glenda for every night.
Mrs B has the delicious fun of catching up with my girls' mothers a few days after the wedding. The local paper did a spread on the wedding, and included a family photo of Glenda and I with my slaves standing around us with a comment about me keeping my sex slaves despite getting married. When she showed them the newspaper she had several people filming it from various angles when she also told them the paper missed out on the fact I'm worth over two hundred million dollars and their daughters are now much richer than they are. To say they were stunned would be a gross understatement.
I still have one very beautiful wife and seven sexy slaves, but the routine of a child each every two years has made life very interesting over the years. Not everyone has a twenty-fifth wedding anniversary with ninety-five children in attendance; ranging from six months to twenty-five years old. All family events are noisy, but fun. Sometimes I wish I hadn't let them talk me into letting them use those fertility drugs to have more kids, but not for too long, as I like kids and love having them around.
by Cazna Rochester and Ernest Bywater
Evelyn Percival is a senior researcher at a private medical research facility, he's qualified in biology, medicine, and chemistry - having doctorates in three disciplines gives him a wider knowledge base than most researchers. Because of this, and his past performance, he's very well paid by the owners. Last year Evelyn married one of his assistants, Jasmin. In February the doctor informs them she's pregnant.
The current research projects are to develop drugs to treat penile dysfunction and impotency. The team has many promising early leads, but hasn't been able to develop a marketable product in the eight years of research to date. They have one line of research that treats both - formula T-3, but it has one very nasty side effect, rapid premature ageing. Another line - formula V-1, is very effective only against penile dysfunction, its one side effect is a much increased heart rate with high blood pressure. All other lines of research end without any worthwhile results. The researchers are working hard on both promising lines. Their contracts offer them a percentage of the sales; so they work very hard, as they know success will make them all very rich people, despite the low royalties percentage, because it will have very high sales rates.
The cost of the research into formula T-3 is becoming very expensive while not providing any encouraging advancements. Because of this the owners of the facility stop further funding for that line and end the side project. Evelyn and Jasmin had been leading the research on this line. They now concentrate on formula V-1, as do all the facility staff.
In November Jasmin gives birth to twin daughters, Daisy and Lily, it's a difficult birth. She spent the last four months in hospital under close observation after developing a toxicity problem in her second trimester. After the birth she's very weak.
Note: Jasmin never recovers her full strength again and remains very weak for the rest of her life. She continues to help with the research, but only works half a day - at a desk doing theoretical research and computer modelling.
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There's a breakthrough with formula V-1, variation A-G has an ingredient that counteracts the worst of the heart rate and blood pressure increases. This formula still gives an elevated heart rate and blood pressure, but not as life threatening as the original. Further refinement results in a formula that's safe for general use, only those with existing heart or high blood pressure issues need be concerned about using it. The research team moves into a detailed testing phase. They soon have enough good animal research test results to justify asking for approval to test on human volunteers.
Approval for human testing is given, on the condition it stays in testing until the health authorities are happy with the possible effects of long term usage. This phase will take many years and is handled by medical practitioners. The research team takes on other projects, and all their notes on the failed research lines are placed into storage in another building.
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Jasmin's health continues to deteriorate. Evelyn resigns from work to spend more time with his family. He has more than enough money in the bank for them to live off for a long time to come.
Mid-year a lightning strike at the research facility sets fire to the auxiliary building where the records on closed research are stored. Being a simple wood structure, it burns down and sets fire to the grounds. The nearby main research building is safe, as it was built out of cement blocks, due to safety concerns.
Mid December Jasmin dies of the cancer she'd been hiding from her family since finding out about it during her pregnancy. Going through her personal effects and computer Evelyn finds copies of all the notes on the penile dysfunction and impotency research, including the computer models they'd been using. He's surprised to find Jasmin had continued doing theoretical and modelling work on the T-3 compound, as she tested variations based on the changes made to the V-1 formula.
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Evelyn finds it hard to live in the house he and Jasmin built when they first got engaged. He sells it and moves to a small property on the edge of a town a half hour's travel outside the city; he sets it up like a large country estate. His daughters start school in this town. He lives at home and continues the theoretical research Jasmin started, as he feels he should continue and finish what she spent the last years of her life trying to perfect.
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The final V-1 formula is patented in 1996 and approved for general use by the health authorities of many countries in 1998 and 1999. Sales soon exceed a billion dollars per annum, making the researchers all very rich, high sales rates add up to big money, despite low percentages and high production costs.
Jasmin's royalties go straight into a trust account for the girls. With the extra income from his royalties from formula V-1 Evelyn builds a small chemistry lab on his estate. It's near the house and he starts to conduct experiments into the suitability of the formulas developed in the computer models. He spends half a day doing this, starting after returning from seeing the girls to school, and ending when he must go to pick them up.
Time passes and the girls grow up into very beautiful women after going to primary school and high school in the town, and university in the city. They both do well in their grades and in their social lives. They do well socially, despite many other students saying their father is a crazy old man, as he spends all his time in his lab and is heard saying strange things to himself while walking around town. He's always had a habit of talking to himself, as it helps to align his thoughts if he says them under his breath. While Jasmin was alive he talked them out with her. Lily is studying biochemistry while Daisy is studying medicine. When the girls are at home he talks over his research with them and shows them his experiments with the latest results. The girls are very intrigued by them.
Daisy and Lily have finished their four year degree courses with high marks, as usual. They've lodged plans for their Master's post graduate studies and the plans have been approved. The only concern of the university being the research funding costs, which was handled by Evelyn funding both their projects; he also funds the research costs of their two best friends doing research that overlaps with the girls' projects. Most of November is spent sorting out all the paperwork involved, and all is set for them to start in late January 2008. It's now early December and they're home for the holidays, spending time with their father.
While wandering around town as they do some shopping they're concerned to learn from friends a number of the high-school seniors think it's fun to go and harass their father at his lab. They've broken-in to damage experiments and steal lab animals on several occasions.
Without telling their father before doing it the girls arrange for a security specialist in the city to visit and install a high quality security system through out the estate while improving the security of all the buildings - the house, garage, lab, pool, and gym. Evelyn isn't happy to learn about it when the work is half done, but soon admits it needed doing, and is very happy with the approach taken in setting the system up.
The security system will warn them of anyone breaching the grounds and show them where the intruders are as they move about; it's also set up to allow them to capture any intruders. They're well prepared for any more student pranks, and are even ready for a few pranks of their own.
Evelyn's research goes well, as he's finds a better way to chemically improve male potency and erectile responses. Much of the answer is from the post project research and modelling done by Jasmin. Applying the formula changes to reduce the heart and blood pressure changes in the V-1 formula to the T-3 formula reduces the side effects a lot, but not enough. By reducing the strength of the T-3 and adding some of the S-2 formula he gets a better result, but not quite there. The final formula has parts of the T-3, S-2, and T-1, with others added to counteract the earlier side effects. The final formula even includes antioxidants, a good selling point with health enthusiasts. Because of the formula codes for the three main ingredients he calls it Testy. During the research he even discovered a variant to improve female sexual responsiveness.
The only possible side effect he's noticed in the test animals is with the use of high dosages in a short period; repeated couplings with the same mate causes the treated animal to become very dependent on the mate, and it happens with both the male and female variants. This doesn't happen with low level doses. He's still researching why this happens, and refuses to release anything until he knows why this is so. He keeps no secrets from the girls, and they know to keep this secret from everyone else. All three Percivals find this effect to be quite interesting and amusing. Lily jokes he could sell it to the government as a brainwashing treatment, and they all laugh at the concept of making enemy agents sexually dependent on their own people.
Early afternoon on Friday December 21st the Percival family are sitting in their lounge room listening to a musical program on the radio when the security alarm goes off. It's set to give a quiet alert to the residents, so nothing is heard or seen of the alarm outside the house. Checking the nearest control unit, there are six in the house, they see a group of seven people have climbed the three metre tall outer wall and are crossing the lawn towards the lab. This is known due to the microwave sensors, infra-red sensors, and cameras about the property.
With a huge grin Daisy says “Let's catch these buggers and teach them a lesson.” Lily nods her agreement, Evelyn is reluctant to agree, but does so. Daisy enters a code to activate a few extra goodies the security expert installed. They continue to watch the intruders as they move towards the lab.
Reaching the lab building one invader bends down near the lock and starts manipulating it. After a few minutes the group enters, to find a new entrance room for the lab. Daisy reaches up and touches a button. The door slams shut behind them and solid locks engage. The intruders rush towards the door and beat on it. They soon learn it's a metal door with a light wood covering. They examine the frame, it's steel. They examine the new wall, it's cement block, like the outer walls. They're trapped in a nice little cell.
Speaking into the microphone in the panel, Daisy says “Do you scumbags realise the experiments you've destroyed actually cost nearly a quarter of a million dollars to duplicate. You've had your fun at our expense, and now we get to have ours at your expense. The room has a hidden camera in it and we're watching you. You will now turn off all your cell phones and remove the batteries; don't worry, as they won't work in there, anyway.” They all pull their phones out of their pockets and look at them, no signal. Grumbling, they turn them off and remove the batteries. She says, “Thank you for being good little thieves. There's a little table in the corner, it's the only one in the room, so it should be easy for you to know which one. Put your phones on it, and place the entire contents of your pockets there as well.” They do as told. When the last one moves back Daisy hits a button and the table top drops on a hinge, allowing the things on it to fall into the chute it's covering. The intruders all gasp in surprise. Daisy says, “Now take your shoes and socks off and put them on the table.” Four do as told, while two refuse with abusive words, and one girl just stands there and cries. Daisy says, “Do as you're told or I'll punish you all for disobedience by anyone, so it's in the interest of you all to ensure full compliance by all.” The crier complies and disobedient ones still refuse to take their shoes off. Daisy hits another button; a very high pitched and extremely annoying sound echoes around the little cell. When she releases the button the two troublemakers are quick to take their shoes and socks off. They vanish down the chute. Grinning, Daisy says, “I see you're learning to do as you're told. Now take off everything but your underwear, one at a time, starting with the one near the table and working away from it.” The person near the table starts to argue, the others threaten to grab her and strip her to see it's done. Each set of clothes vanishes down the chute as the person steps back from the table. Soon it's evident the intruders are three girls and four boys, as now they're in their underwear the bras make it obvious. With an evil laugh Daisy says, “Now guess what goes down the chute next?” Crying, the girl nearest the chute strips off her underwear and places it on the table. A few minutes later the intruders are standing naked in a bare cell. Daisy says, “Line up against the back wall and be still while I send someone for you.” They do as told, crying as they stand against the wall in the cold room.
Daisy continues to monitor them and talk to them as Evelyn and Lily walk over to the lab. When they reach it Daisy opens the door and lets them in. The door locks behind them. The intruders appear to be tensing to attack their captors, but they seem to settle down on seeing the cattle prods they have. One at a time they come forward, turn around, and are handcuffed. These restraints are like those used for prisoner transfers and have a chain that goes around the waist to keep their hands behind their back. With all seven cuffed Lily places a studded dog collar around the neck of each one and clips them together with a set of strong dog leads. Lily leads their captives back to the house while Evelyn gets all the things from the bin in the main lab and puts them in two large garbage bags to bring along.
Back inside the house Lily leads the captives down to the girls' playroom. Evelyn hasn't been down here in years. He knows they had it remodelled, but is surprised to find it now looks like a cross between an orgy room and a dungeon. The centre of the room is one huge circular bed four metres in diameter while the walls have shackles to hold people to them by their hands and ankles, it can accommodate about twenty people. So the girls could play loud music without disturbing him the room was heavily soundproofed when the house was built; it also stops anyone hearing any shouts or screams of anyone in the room.
Lily says, “When we learned some of the locals were causing trouble we remodelled this room to allow us to teach them a lesson if we ever managed to catch them.” Evelyn looks around the room in amazement while the captives look around in fright. Daisy soon joins them.
Evelyn watches the captives while Lily undoes the clips and secures them to the wall by their hands and ankles, feet spread about one and a half metres apart. Daisy is busy going through their belongings to identify who they are. From the driver's licences she can identify the boys and one of the girls, the other two girls don't have any photo ID with them. Taking a heavy duty marker she goes over to the captives and writes their first names on those she can identify, writing them across their foreheads. She asks the last two girls to identify themselves, and writes their names on them when they say them.
Steven, 179 cm, athletic build. Robert, 175 cm, athletic build. Peter, 178 cm, solid build. Roy 176 cm, solid build. All the boys are very fit and reasonably well hung. Daisy makes a point of checking this last bit, to their great embarrassment. Mary, 175 cm, athletic build, pert breasts like orange halves. Janet, 175 cm, solid build, firm breasts like rock melon halves. Susie, Junoesque build, surprisingly firm breasts like small watermelon halves and well endowed for her age, also very fit. All of them are in year twelve at the local high school and are 18 years of age, and they must do a lot of exercise to stay as fit as they are.
Daisy asks, “Why did you start coming in here and destroying Dad's experiments?”
Susie replies, “Your dad's such a recluse and very good looking. When in town he ignores us girls like we don't exist at all. He gets sent paperwork about all the school fund raisers and never replies or makes a donation. It's like he thinks we're beneath him. I got upset about that and suggested to Steven and Roy we do something to make him take notice of us. We talked Peter, Robert, Mary, and Janet into helping us get his notice. At first we did no damage, but made it obvious we'd been here. He treated us with contempt by not reporting the break-ins to the police. So we started to raise the ante. We had no idea the experiments were so expensive or anything more than just playing around with chemicals. We're sorry, we'll make good on the damages, please let us go.”
Grinning at them Lily says, “Oh, you'll pay all right. Hey, Dad, how would you like these three school girls as permanent fuck toys and servants ready to do your slightest whim? I know I'd love to have any two of these boys as my toys and servants.” The captives all go wide eyed, and start shouting.
Evelyn hasn't been with a woman since his beloved Jasmin died seventeen years ago. That's because he couldn't bring himself to date and pursue a woman he wasn't prepared to have a long term relationship with, and didn't like using prostitutes. But personal sex slaves, now that's an idea he hadn't considered before. Licking his lips he smiles and nods yes. Daisy says, “You lot shut up, no one can hear you, but us. Lily, we take turns choosing - paper, rock, and scissors for first pick.” Lily nods her head. They move their hands while Evelyn calls it, this is how the girls have been solving choices since they were old enough to understand the game. At the call Lily has rock while Daisy has scissors.
Turning to the naked boys Lily fondles all four sets of genitals before squeezing Steven's dick and nodding at him. Daisy walks over to Peter and grabs his balls, saying, “These are now mine, so take good care of my property from now on.” He gulps, and nods as she squeezes his balls. Lily moves over to Roy and squeezes his dick hard. Gulping, he nods as he gets the message. Daisy moves to Robert and grabs his dick. He also nods. Meanwhile, Evelyn is wandering along the line of naked girls, fondling their breasts. He stops to look at Susie's large offerings. He can't believe they're so large and yet so firm. The girls are crying, as they expect him to rape them.
Standing back from the girls Evelyn says, “I think we'll give your boys 100 mg of Testy M 3 every two hours while we give the girls 100 mg of Testy F 4 every two hours. That should ensure a good reaction during the night, and for the future.”
Lily smiles, saying, “Yes, tomorrow's dawn is winter solstice and tonight's the longest night. We have just over fourteen hours to make them permanently ours. We can let them go at dawn, if they want to.” All three Percivals laugh at that idea, as they know what the Testy will have done by then.
The captives can't understand how they intend to ensure a permanent link by dawn. They all intend to go to the police when the night is over and they're released. They realise there's nothing they can do until they can get away, and their captures are talking about letting them go at dawn. They think they can bear with whatever their captors have in mind until then.
Evelyn releases Susie from the wall, and takes her to the bed. Finding some clips built into the huge bed, he places wrist and ankle restraints on her and secures her to the bed with her legs spread wide; the restraints are secured shut and to the clips with little padlocks. He soon has all three girls spread along one quadrant of the bed. All spread wide ready for him, with pillows under their hips to provide better access for him. Daisy and Lily have their toys similar secured to the bed, but the boys' legs aren't spread wide, just enough apart to allow the girls to play with their balls.
Evelyn leaves to get the appropriate drugs from his lab. He enters the reset override in the control panel before he leaves the house. Reaching the lab he opens his formula file and soon starts to mix up suitable doses for tonight's little experiment. These drugs are still being researched and are not yet available as pre-made doses, so he has to mix each dose up as a powder or fluid. He's very experienced and much of the stuff is already half prepared. He's quick to prepare doses for everyone for the night. Twelve sets for each captive, with ten sets for his daughters and himself; these are lower dosage levels and a little different mix. He adds food dies to colour code the dosages for the intended recipient. The extra doses are in case any get knocked over and spill. He heads back to the house.
The drugs don't need to be injected to have their effect, in fact, they work best if taken as a fluid or tablet and allowed to seep in through the tongue or stomach. Because of this Evelyn has prepared the doses in syringes without needles. This way they can be force feed into the mouth and allowed to soak into the tongue or down the throat.
Entering the playroom he places the tray on a table and explains the colour codes to the girls. Pink for the girls he'll be treating, dark blue for their boys; these are 100 mg mixes in a liquid to assist quick absorption. The light pink are for Daisy and Lily while the light blue is for him; these are 25 mg doses mixed with the absorption fluid. They both smile at him. The 100 mg will get a reaction in only a few minutes, while the 25 mg doses will take a little longer.
Both the high and low dose drugs will increase the recipient's sexual desire and ability to perform sexually, as it acts as an aphrodisiac and performance enhancer. It also increases fertility in both the male and female variation. The male version increases the sperm production as well, while greatly reducing the recharge times; in essence, he's ready to come again; and very soon, too.
Five 100 mg equivalent doses within twenty-four hours with five couplings is all it took to ensure dependency in the test animals. So several doses in twelve hours should have a very profound effect on the captives. These drugs are not dependent on the weight of the recipient.
Evelyn turns to the captives and says, “The drug you're about to be given is an aphrodisiac that increases desire and performance ability, blue is for males and pink is for females. We're now going to have a fucking good night of fucking. These dosage levels will also act to keep us awake. We're now about to have a night long fuck-a-thon from dusk to dawn. Sex to solstice.” All three captors are undressing as he speaks. Naked, the three residents pick up the required doses and head for their slaves.
Standing in front of his soon to be slaves Evelyn holds the syringe of light blue fluid in the corner of his mouth as he depresses the plunger, sending it across his tongue and down his throat. The girls watch as his penis starts to come upright as the drug level goes down. He walks up to them, with care he opens their mouths and pours the drug over their tongues into their throats. They all realise this is going to happen, so they don't fight him. The drugs haven't really started to take effect, but the sight of him has. They enjoy the sight of him and his stiff dick.
Evelyn is a real top research scientist and smart, but he's no nerd type, he stands 180 cm tall, athletic build - as he's always kept himself fit with running, swimming, and exercise; he also has a penis that all can now see runs to 255 mm long and 80 mm wide. Even his daughters lick their lips when they see the size of it, as it's the biggest dick anyone else in the room has ever seen. His three captives are already eager to try it, and the drugs are only just starting to kick in properly.
Daisy and Lily aren't identical twins, but they're not far off it. Both stand 176 cm tall, snow white blond hair - just like their father's, athletic build - they grew up with the same exercise regime as Evelyn uses and they still use it, plus very firm breasts - each the size of a very large grapefruit. They haven't started giving the boys their drugs, but the boys are already sporting erections just from looking at their captors. Soon all the drugs are administered and the girls have the boys all standing tall. They range from 175 mm to 220 mm long, and 60 mm to 75 mm wide, nothing to rival the girls' father's weapon, but still suitable tools for the battle they're about to be engaged in.
Evelyn runs his hands over his young playthings, fondling their breast and sliding his hand into their damp pussies. All three are soon breathing heavy. Daisy and Lily are sitting between their two slaves and playing with their dicks, giving them slow hand jobs. All three Percivals keep this up for a few minutes, knowing it'll increase the effect of the drugs on their prisoners. At 4.10 p.m. he nods at his lovely daughters and all three move in on their first targets.
Moving to Mary, Evelyn kneels between her thighs, she smiles at him, the drugs are now hitting her hard, she's as ready for sex as a bitch in heat, she needs a good fucking and her body demands it. He smiles and says, “Are you protected?” With wide eyes she shakes her head no. She can see he has no condom on and is about to fuck her, she wants him to, but she doesn't want to get pregnant. He smiles again, saying, “I wonder if you'll have a boy or a girl.” Her eyes go wide with fright, but close with pleasure as he enters her. His dick slides into her sopping wet pussy, filling it completely. This is what she needs, and she doesn't care what may come out of it, she needs this more than anything. He thrusts in and out of her lovely body, her cunt squeezes his dick as she comes again and again. After several minutes he thrust as far in as he can and comes in her. She smiles as he fills her vagina with his sperm.
He withdraws from Mary, and moves towards Janet. Mary is coming down from the high of being sexually satiated. In the moment before the drugs start to arouse her again she realises he just filled her pussy with sperm during her fertile period, so she's likely to be pregnant by the time he's finished with her. She starts to cry, then the drugs start raising her libido again, and pregnancy isn't as important to her as being well fucked is.
Moving between Janet's thighs he lowers his mouth to her breasts and starts to suck, she moans, and soon comes. Smiling at her he asks, “Are you protected?” She nods her head, he sighs and says, “Oh well, we'll stop that later.” Her eyes go wide as he wants to get her pregnant. She can't worry about that, all she wants now is his dick in her, and he gives it to her. He thrusts in, hard and fast, she's suddenly full of his dick. It feels like heaven and she's coming already. He fucks her hard and fast for several minutes before he pulls out, no point wasting his sperm in her tonight.
Meanwhile, both Daisy and Lily have stopped playing with the four dicks they have available and moved to the two boys furthest apart. Steven and Peter both sigh with pleasure as the twins slide down their dicks. The girls fuck up and down on them for several minutes. Daisy senses Peter is about to come in her, she's on the pill and can't get pregnant, but she doesn't want him to come yet. She slides down and clamps down hard on his dick with her cunt. He's about to come and looking forward to the pleasure, when it suddenly feels like his dick has been placed in a tight vice and squashed flat. His eyes fly open. As he looks at Daisy she says, “You don't come until I tell you you can, got it, slave?” Gulping, he nods his head. She sits there while he regains control. Slowly she relaxes her muscles, he smiles again, so she goes back to moving up and down as she comes on him.
As she watches this exchange Lily is coming again. She looks at Steven, and he's about to come. She rises off him and grabs the base of his dick with her hand, very tight. Having heard what happened with his friend he works hard at regaining control, and he soon does. Lily gets up and goes upstairs, she soon returns with an alarm clock and four ribbons. She sets the alarm for 6.00 p.m. and hands Daisy two ribbons.
Going over to Roy she releases his hands, he smiles at her, until she says, “Bend over and suck on Steven's dick until he comes in your mouth, then suck it stiff again.” He immediately does as he's told. He needs the feel of a pussy on his dick and knows any disobedience will end any chance of that happening. Hearing what her sister says causes Daisy to come again. She dismounts, releases Robert's hands, and moves his head to Peter's dick. He heard the exchange nearby and knows what's needed. As he starts to suck on Peter's dick he feels Daisy slide down on his dick.
He thinks, 'If sucking cock will get him a juicy pussy on his dick, he'll suck all the cock in the world.' Seeing what Daisy is doing appeals to Lily, and she copies her. Steven and Peter don't seem so ready to come now, so both girls lean over and give their balls a light tickle. They're soon filling the mouths of the Roy and Robert with their sperm. The girls continue to fuck the cock sucking boys until Steven and Peter have stiff dicks again. Dismounting, they secure the boys again and release the other two, nodding at the other boys. Both lean over and start sucking. Both girls tie ribbons around the base of the dicks before they remount their first mounts.
Evelyn moves over to Susie, before he can speak she says, “I'm not protected, I stopped taking the pill to take some antibiotics that finished today. I don't want to have a baby, but I'm horny as hell and need a good fucking.” He smiles, and slides into her juicy cunt. She sighs and comes as he enters her. Arching his back, he sucks on her breasts while he gives her a good fucking. On her fifth or sixth orgasm he thrusts as far forward as he can and fills her with his sperm.
Withdrawing, he takes his still stiff dick over to Mary and places it on her lips, saying, “Suck my dick well if you want to be fucked again.” She really needs a good fucking, but she's never sucked cock before as she's always hated the idea. Sighing, she opens her mouth and starts sucking his dick. Realising she's never done this before, he gives her instructions and her efforts improve. With a big smile he pulls out of her mouth, moves between her thighs, climbs over her body, and thrusts in hard and fast. She screams with pleasure, as she comes with his first thrust. He fucks her hard for several minutes before stopping at his maximum depth of entry and coming inside her again.
Evelyn isn't interested in making love to these girls, he's intent on enjoying himself to the max while fucking their brains out. Daisy and Lily have exactly the same intentions about the boys.
The lower dosage drugs taken by Lily and Daisy make them very horny and eager for sex, but doesn't cloud their judgement the way the drugs given to the captives does. Both of them love the feel of their juicy pussies sliding up and down on the stiff dicks. Knowing they need to keep switching between their boys in order to enslave them has them switching the dicks they're riding every ten to fifteen minutes. Every now and then they have the boys suck the other off, and really enjoy the sight.
The situation with the girls and Evelyn is the same, the lower dosage makes him horny with an erection that won't quit, within minutes of coming in a girl he's ready to fuck and come again. The girls hate the idea of getting pregnant, but the idea of not being fucked is worse than that of getting pregnant. Evelyn is moving from girl to girl, rutting with them to his great pleasure. He makes sure to come in Mary and Susie each time he fucks them.
Despite the situation, all the captives are being sexually stimulated and satisfied as much as their captors are. If they weren't being force fucked by the Percivals they'd be begging for it, because at these levels the drugs are that powerful.
The alarm clock goes off. Daisy, Lilly, and Evelyn all leave their current partners, get another set of doses for all their partners, and administer them. They decide to leave taking another does themselves until they're sure the current dose is starting to wear off.
They go back to giving their captives a good hard fucking each.
Another two hours goes by. The Percivals all have huge grins as they administer the third set of drugs to their captives and take their second dose themselves.
Lily looks at the girls, gives them a wide grin, and says, “Dad was working on a new and better drug to help penile dysfunction. He found one that had two side effects he was working on. It acts as a powerful aphrodisiac on both men and women. In high doses it also causes the recipient to become totally dependent upon their sexual partner after having repeated sex whilst under the influence of the drug. In this version he's got a slight variation in the formulas for men and women to enhance fertility and reproductive ability.” The girls go wide eyed. Mary and Susie realise this increases their chances of becoming pregnant, and they don't like that idea at all.
Susie says, “Bitch, he's going to get us pregnant.” All three Percivals smile at her, and nod in unison.
Evelyn can see the drug is starting to kick in again as he smiles wider and says, “Special deal for you. I won't fuck you again until after you beg me to.” She starts to smile, and then frowns as she can feel the drugs increasing her desire to be fucked. He moves to Mary and starts to fuck her, she moans and comes with each thrust. After fucking her hard for several minutes he moves to Janet and satisfies her needs - to his great pleasure as well as hers.
Finishing with Janet for the moment he kneels beside Susie and fondles her breasts. He looks at her, she's crying as she looks back at him and says, “You bastard, you know what this is doing to me. Fuck me, I need to be fucked. Please fuck me, please.” Grinning, he kneels between her thighs, lies on her body, places his dick at the entrance to her cunt, and slams it in - hard and fast. She screams as their groins meet, that hurts like hell, but she's also coming at the same time. He fucks her hard for several minutes, and she has numerous orgasms before he comes in her and withdraws.
All the long night Daisy and Lily soak the boys' dicks as they come buckets while riding them, and Evelyn makes his girls come hundreds of times as he fucks them and unloads many loads of sperm into Mary and Susie. The Percivals stop only to administer more drugs. They've been fucking hard for nearly fourteen hours and all still feel fresh and awake, except for a few sore muscles. Just on 6.00 a.m. on Saturday morning the Percivals stop fucking their partners and stand up. They start releasing their captives. The captives lie there for a moment while they take the time to slowly stretch their legs after being secured in the one position for so long. The girls also ask for some towels to clean up some of the copious fluids in their groins and on their thighs and arses. Daisy tosses some towels to each of them.
6.05 a.m. and everyone is standing in the back yard looking at the approaching dawn. As dawn breaks at 6.08 a.m. Lily grins and says, “Happy solstice, everyone. We can now look forward to shorter nights and longer days. We're now moving towards the end of winter and the start of a new life.” They all nod their heads in response to her statement. She continues, “Anyone who wants to leave is now free to go. Your things are on the table there, you can get them and walk out the gate. But if you do, don't ever think of coming back here, as we'll never speak with you again.”
Susie turns to Evelyn, she races over and beats his chest with her clenched fists as she cries, saying, “You bastard, you evil bastard. I hate you, I hate you. But I can't bear the thought of leaving you and never seeing you again. I have to be near you, I have to be fucked by you. Bastard, I don't want to have anything to do with you, but I just HAVE to be your sex slave.” She collapses into his arms, crying. Mary and Janet just sit there, nodding in agreement with her sentiments.
Lily turns to Steven, saying, “If you want to stay with me, lean on that chair and get ready to be fucked in the arse by Roy.” Crying, he bends over the chair, reaches around, and spreads his arse cheeks wide. Also crying, Roy walks over, spits on his hand, lubes his dick, and slides it into Steven's arse. Grinning, Daisy touches Peter and points at a chair. He leans over and takes the position, Robert is soon balls deep in his arse. Daisy and Lily walk over to their slaves and tickle their balls as they undo the ribbons. Both boys fill their partner's arses with their sperm. When they finishing coming they change positions.
During this Evelyn has his three lean over chairs and moves from one to the next, giving each a ten stroke fuck before moving on. By the time the full dawn has settled at 6.30 a.m. Evelyn has come in all three of his fuck toy pussies, and the boys all have sperm filled arses.
Grinning, Evelyn moves over to where Daisy and Lily are playing with themselves as they watch the boys. He turns Lily around, leans her over a chair, and enters her from behind. She comes as he enters her. After a few minutes fucking her he pulls out, to find Daisy leaning over the next chair and smiling at him as she holds her pussy open for him. He obliges her, and soon fucks her to several orgasms. He smiles, after so long a drought he now has a flood, a literal flood of pussy juices, two very sexy daughters happy to spread their thighs for him, and three sex slaves who are even more eager for his dick.
Pulling out of Daisy he walks towards the house, leading his slaves to his bedroom for a shower, as he thinks, 'Yes, this is one very lovely solstice dawn, and the start of a new life for them, and us.'
by Cazna Rochester and Ernest Bywater
I wrote this story in response to an email, copied below. Be warned, this a new genre for me and it's about a part of the world, culture, and country I have never visited. I have tried to write this in the style of English as a Second Language to match the requester's style. So apologies for any errors.
hello, i am Cathy 25 y.o. girl, longhaired blonde, petite, 52kg 168cm, I study university for teachers, 2 years ago i was on my practice in school and teached 2 month young boys about 15 years old. Now i meet them in dance club, they are about 17 and horny. i have fantasy about they persuade me to show them my tits and then jerk their cocks, i think 2 boys i let them fuck me. could you write story with my theme???
Story written April 2007, revised August 2007, June 2010, and major revision by Ernest Bywater requested by Cazna Rochester in 2013.
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My name is Katerina Antinov, I teach high school. Stand 1.65 metres tall, fair skin, slim, athletic build, 34-24-28 with C cup breasts, long blond hair that reaches my bottom, light blue eyes, pretty face. My legs are a little longer than average for my height. My breasts are not big, but they are bigger than average for my frame and are very perky. The men and boys find their solid, conical shape irresistible. I like the attention so I often wear half bras that finish just below my nipples, with thin cotton tops. The result is my firm breasts stand up and are noticed with my stand out nipples making it clear there is only the one cotton layer between the air and my skin. I keep fit by running and doing martial arts, I have a black belt in Tai Kwon Do; handy to keep the boys in line.
Two years ago I was doing my final year of studies to be a teacher at the university in Kiev. Part of the studies is to attend a school to watch experienced teachers at work and teach classes under their direction. This is called work experience and in-class assessment. My teacher will observe me in the classroom and rate my performance at the end of this time, as will the experienced teacher I work with.
For my work experience I am sent to a school half way across the city. This school is like most of the government schools, a mix of boys and girls. For four weeks I work at the school two days a week, Tuesday and Thursday, just watching the experienced teacher. This is followed by eight weeks working three days a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday; preparing lessons in the morning and teaching classes in the afternoon. It is fun work I like. I love being the centre of attention.
The first day I was at the school I was introduced to the experienced teacher and he told me to wait until the class were all seated before entering the classroom. The first class was of fifteen year old students, and I had all their eyes on me as I walked into the room. By the time I was standing in the middle of the room and being introduced I could see all the boys had erections. After being introduced I took off my warm coat, it was a very cold day, and placed it on a coat hook on the back of the door. Walking over to the chair the teacher had set aside for me I noticed most of the boys now had damp patches on their pants instead of erections. Some of the girls were squirming in their seats too. I was very touched and excited knowing I had done that.
The time at the school was very good. All the boys and male teachers tried to get me to go out with them, and so did many of the girls. But it is not allowed for teaching staff to date students, and none of the teachers interested me as much as did most of the students. All the students were fit, very fit; the boys were real hunks and the girls were very sexy. Physical fitness was a major thing in this school, as many students from this school went into military service. It was a way out of the poor areas of the city in which they lived.
If it was not for the rules I would have dated several of the students. But, alas, that was not to be - then.
After graduating as a teacher I had to teach at a school in Kiev for two years. After that I was sent to teach at Odessa on the Black Sea. A beautiful place to live and work, a nice holiday destination for many people. I soon find a very nice place to live and settle into the local community.
I find it interesting to be living and teaching in Odessa. Nice city with plenty of recreational facilities and a good flow of international tourists as well as holiday makers from all of the Ukraine. The students are the average mix of high-school students; some low achievers, some high achievers, some slobs, some hunks, even some nice looking girls (some were very tempting). But no matter how tempting, nothing happens with students, as it is not worth the risks. What a pity.
I had been in the city about three months when I decided to go to Chkalovo Beach on a weekend, how refreshing, how nice. Most nudist beaches you see all the women nude and the men covered up. But Chkalovo, although it allows people to go nude or in a swimsuit, it is the men who often go nude while all the women go topless. Very refreshing, I love walking along the beach nude, watching all the men stand to attention as I go by, much more so if they are lying down at the time.
Walking along the beach I see a young couple I recognise. Walking up I say, “Sveta, what are you doing here?”
My cousin turns around, smiles, and gives me a hug. She says, “On our holiday, and you? This is Michail, my boyfriend.” I give him a good hug. When he stands back his dick is at full attention, looking down, she says, “Damn you, Cat, I have spent all morning getting that down, and you awaken it again.” We all laugh.
I reply, “I work here in Odessa, teaching high school in the northern part of the city and living over that way as well. Not far from the school.”
We chat for some time as we walk down the beach. They tell me of a dance club they found a few streets back from the beach and suggest I go there. I will not tell you the name of the club as I do not want to be sued, or worse - as you never know who owns a club like that. I have arrangements for the rest of this weekend, but arrange to meet them and go to the club next Friday night.
We arrive at the club and the entrance fee is stiff, almost double for most of these types of clubs. But inside, what a club. The latest in lights and equipment, the music is loud enough to dance to on the floor and be background music while seated, as it is not so loud it drowns out talking. Wondering how they do this I look very hard at the ceiling, and find they must have a over a hundred speakers in the ceiling. The tables and chairs are top quality and comfortable, well worth the cover charge. But what makes it a very good deal are the staff, all young men and women in very skimpy clothes. And so tight I have to look close to make sure it is not just paint. They are all hunks and worth taking home for the night.
I am still looking around, when a voice says, in my ear, “Well, teach, what do you want?”
Turning, I see one of the waiters standing beside me, he is looking down the front of my dress and his erection is adding a more pressure to those tight shorts he is wearing. After a few moments of working my way up his body from his crotch to his face I recognise him - Gregor, one of my students from my student teacher days.
Smiling, I reach out and say, “I will start with a straight coke and this,” as I rub his erect organ. He sighs, and wiggles as he writes the order on his pad. My cousin and her boyfriend place their drink orders and include some snacks for us.
Turning to Sveta I say, “He is grown a bit since I used to teach him, and nicely, too.” She laughs.
Looking about the club I notice Gregor at the bar talking to another ex student, Olav, and he is a real hunk now as well. They must work out a lot. Gregor turns and points at me. Olav turns too, so I wink at them both and lick my lips. The both smile back.
For the next three hours Sveta and I take turns dancing with her boyfriend. We know each other well, so we do not poach, but do enjoy winding up the other's catch. Finally it gets too much for him. He says, “Sveta, either we leave for the hotel now or I fuck you on this table.” Smiling, she stands, takes his hand, and leads him towards the exit.
Seeing my drink is empty and my friends are leaving while I stay, Olav comes over and asks, “Want another drink, Miss?” I nod as I order another coke while he picks up all the empty glasses to take them away.
When he brings me my drink he says, “What do I have to do to see your tits without any clothes?”
Smiling at him I say, “Become my slave for life.” He laughs and walks away.
When I finish my drink I look around, Olav is at the bar. I catch his eye and tap my empty glass. He nods and turns to the bar. Soon he is walking across with my new drink.
As he leans down to place it on the table, I hand him the money with my right hand while I take hold of his stiff dick with my left hand. Rubbing my hand up and down I say, “Be my slave and you get to see my tits. I may even let you play with them.” He gulps as his dick throbs under my palm.
I soon finish my drink and order another by eye. He is spending almost all his time looking at me now. As he delivers it I take hold of his erection and rub it, saying, “Talk Gregor into being my slave as well and you may suck on my breasts.” I can feel his dick responding to that and let go, as I do not want him to come in his pants. At least, not yet.
Several minutes later Gregor delivers my next drink. As I play with his dick he says, “What is this about being able to see your tits?”
I reply, “Beg me to take you as my slave and you can see my tits. But you must be serious about being my slave for life.” I give his dick an extra squeeze. He gulps, and returns to the bar.
All through this little game I am approached by a lot of men, but many are slobs, some are drunk, and some are looking to pick up a new girl to make into a street walker for them.
One of the men will not take no for an answer. He returns for the fourth time when Gregor leaves. I tell the man to go away.
The fool grabs my chair and drags it away from the table. Grabbing my arm, he starts to pull me out of the chair. I stand up and go with his movement, he turns to smile at his friend nearby. As I reach my feet my clenched right hand whips up and across the space between us to slam into his balls. He makes a gurgling sound as I hit him so hard I squash his balls. I feel them go flat and gooey. He starts to slide to the floor as I say to him, “Now, maybe you will take no for an answer.” He drops to his knees in obvious pain, I say to his friend, “Drag this garbage out of here before I give you the same.” The man nods, reaches down, takes his friend under the arms, and drags him away. I sit down, damn that felt good, so good it almost made me come.
I sit down and sip my drink. A well dressed man sits down opposite me, not bad looking, but I have my targets for tonight. He shows me an ID card, he is special police. He says, “I saw that. Did you have to hit him so hard?”
I reply, “Four times I said no. He comes over and grabs me. Enough is enough. He deserved what he got. It will be a long time before he raises a smile again, and that will be all he will ever raise, now.”
The man laughs, saying, “I have spent two weeks tracking him, waiting for him to lead me to his boss. And now it is all wasted. Tell me why I should not take out my frustrations on you.”
Smiling, I say, “Because you want to live. I think you may be good enough to give me enough of a fight for your extra weight to make a difference. But before you try that, you may want to try ringing your headquarters and ask to speak to 'The Ant.' Wish him a happy birthday for tomorrow for me.”
The man looks at me very close, I can see him weighing things up in his mind. He says, “All his family photos at work are old, are they not?” I smile and nod. He says, “Katerina?” I nod. Grinning, he stands, saying, “Well, I will not worry about anyone else bothering you. But I will wait around outside and shadow you home. Just in case that fool has some stupid friends.” I smile and nod my thanks. He leaves.
Finishing my drink I stand and walk to the bar. Gregor and Olav are standing side by side. I stand in front of them and grasp a stiff dick in each hand, saying, “I am sure you saw what happened to the man who kept annoying me.” They both nod. I say, “Lie to me and you will wish crushing your balls is all I do. Well, do I have any slaves walking me home tonight?” They both gulp, look at each other, and nod yes. Smiling, I say, “How long before you guys finish for the night?”
Gregor swallows, saying, “In thirty minutes.”
I reply, “Good, get me before you leave the floor and I will help you get changed as you beg to be my slaves.” They both nod. I continue, “You may choose who gets to bring me my next drink.” Turning, I go back to my table and sit down. Soon after that Olav brings me a new drink. I rub his dick as he puts it down.
A little later two girls from a group sitting at a table a few tables away walk over and ask if they can join me. I nod, so they sit down.
One is very shy as she asks, “How can you play with their dicks so blatantly?”
I reply, “The management give them such outfits to encourage me to, so I do. It is easy.” She stares at me very wide eyed. I signal for a nearby waiter to come over, and he does. Taking her hand I hold it against his dick and rub it up and down as I say to her, “Give him your drink order and squeeze his dick.” Gulping, she does as told, he smiles at her. As he walks away I say, “See, it is not so hard.”
He returns with the girl's drink as he puts it down she reaches out and rubs his dick again. He says, “I finish in twenty minute, if you want to give it a good feeling.” Gulping, she drags her eyes away from his dick, looks up into his face, smiles, and nods yes.
The other girl started blushing when I called him over, and she is still at it. Looking her in the eye I say, “I would like a slave girl, do you wish to apply for the position.” She gulps, and stares at me.
Twenty minutes later Gregor looks over at me and nods towards the back of the dance floor, the other fellow is giving the girl the same nod. We both stand, I look down at the embarrassed girl. I say in a short and sharp manner, “Come with me, Slave.”
She gulps and stands, saying, “Yes, Mistress.” Her friend's eyes almost pop out.
In the change room the boys are standing beside some lockers with their shirts off. A delicious sight. Glancing at me the first girl walks over and kisses her boy while rubbing his dick. He tells her to take his shorts off. She slides down while kissing his chest, slips her hands into his shorts, and slides them down his leg. My new slave girl goes from deep blush red to radioactive blush red.
The girl is squatting there admiring her prize as it sticks out at her. Passing behind her I place a hand on the back of her head and push her mouth down onto his dick As she pushes against my hand his hands joins mine and his hips move forward. Before I reach Gregor with my slave girl I can hear the girl sucking away. She is doing some serious slurping.
Standing in front of Gregor I say, “Slave girl, what is your name?”
She replies, “Lena, Mistress.”
“My name is Mistress Cat or Mistress to my slaves, understand?” All three nod their heads. To Lena I say, “Slide their shorts down.” Gulping, she leans forward and slides Gregor's shorts down. He starts to reach forward, it is obvious he intend to have her suck him. I slap his hand and he pulls it back. She moves over and pulls Olav's shorts down. One my orders the boys step out of them and place them in their lockers.
Smiling, I have Lena sit leaning back against the lockers and the boys stand on either side of her. I look at them, they say in unison, “Please, Mistress Cat, may I be your slave for life?” The other waiter looks at them with great surprise.
Leaning forward I reach down and grab a dick in each hand. Rubbing my hand up and down I say, “You may, but if you ever lie to me or disobey me I will start hurting you by cutting your balls in half.” They both gulp.
I move them around to be standing a little bit in front of Lena and facing her. Their dicks are almost in her mouth. I reach back and undo the top of my dress, it falls free. My breasts are on display and both their dicks jerk as they lick their lips. The other boy moans. I glance over, to see him coming in the girl's mouth as he stares at my breasts. I have no bra on, as the dress has two part cups built in.
Looking down at Lena I can see she is scared. I say, “Lena, are you scared the boys may accidentally come on your face or in your mouth?” She nods her head, I reassure her, saying, “Do not worry, they will not do that accidentally, as it will be on purpose while I make them do so.” Her eyes go wide.
Moving the boys closer I place the heads of their dicks in her mouth, one in each side. Reaching down I start to jerk on both dicks. I tell them both to fondle my breasts. In a few minutes they are both coming in Lena's mouth, and she is swallowing it all. It is not easy for her, but she is doing a very good job. On my orders she licks them clean and they get dressed. With my slaves dressed we turn to leave. The other fellow is fucking his new girlfriend, with her against the lockers.
I pat his bum and say, “I think you best take her home to meet your parents this weekend.” He stares at me as he fills her pussy with sperm. She smiles up at him. He turns his head, looks at her, and nods his agreement. We leave them to it.
It is only a short walk to where I left my car. I notice the police officer follow us. He saw us all safely to my high security apartment. I sign my guests in and we go to my apartment.
Entering my four bedroom apartment I close the door and sit in my lounge chair. I tell the boys to sit on the lounge and tell Lena to do a strip tease. She does a lovely strip tease. Then I have her sit on my lap with her legs spread wide over the chair's arms. I order Olav to do a strip tease while looking at Lena's spread pussy as I play with it. In no time she is wriggling and breathing hard. By the time both boys have done slow strips she has come three times and they both have stiff erections. Standing up it is my turn to strip, Lena brings herself to another come while watching me strip.
Leading my slaves into my playroom I enjoy the look of shock on their faces. The room has three distinct areas. Nearest has a very large bed sitting one metre off the floor. The second has a few lounge chairs on one side with a wooden chair one and a half metres in front of it. The third has a padded wooden frame with straps in the centre of its section, with some more frames with chains on two of the walls. The third looks a lot like an old style dungeon. All the areas have a large number of video cameras set up around them, all focussed on the equipment. Two doorways lead from the room, one is open and shows a complete en suite with an over large shower and bath, both with a multitude of cameras focussed on them as well. They can not see it, but the other door opens into a room for controlling the cameras and editing the recordings. Opening the door starts the camera that faces the door, so I will have their expressions recorded for review later when I edit tonight's video recording.
They all gulp, and look at me. Gregor says, “I am beginning to think you are serious about us being your slaves for life.”
Turning to him I take a good hold of his balls, saying, “Do not think that, know it with every fibre of your body. I made a very strong point of it back at the club. You are now my property to do with as I like. Disobey me and it will hurt. Try to runaway and I will hire detectives to find you, then you will wish you had killed yourself first.” He gulps again. I continue, “Be obedient and we can all have a good time. You are my property until I say otherwise, understand?” I give his balls a gentle squeeze to emphasise the situation. He nods his head.
Taking him over to the chair in the middle section I have him sit down. The chair is bolted to the floor; it consists of a four sturdy legs, a sturdy back, and two narrow short planks joined at one end in a wide 'V' shape. He sits down with his legs on the planks. His legs are spread apart at about one hundred and thirty-five degrees, not comfortable, but not uncomfortable, either. His dick and balls hang down in the open area of the 'V.' I have Olav stand in front of him.
Going to the lounge chair I turn on the switch on the wall beside the chair (this turns the cameras for this section on), sit down, and pull Lena into my lap. She is a fast learner and immediately spreads her legs wide over the chair arms, giving me easy access to her wide open pussy. Grinning, I lean her back against my breasts, fondle one of her breasts with one hand, and slide the other into here pussy.
Oh, I have forgotten to tell you how my slaves look. Lena is a cute brunette, 1.60 metres tall, very fair skin, average build, 38-26-30 with D cup breasts and only a bit of droop, shoulder length hair, brown eyes. Fit, a bit of padding, but not fat. She has nice legs and a pretty face.
I think Olav and Gregor are cousins as they look very much alike in body and facial features. They are both 1.70 metres tall, light brown hair, cut short, well muscled but not over muscled like the competition body builders are, the only fat they have is when they have an erection (if you get my meaning), light olive skin, fair to look at, not really handsome, but not far off it. Both boys dicks are 65 millimetres wide and 225 millimetres long - when erect.
All of them a very pleasant on the eye and feel nice to touch.
On my orders Olav kneels in front of Gregor and licks his dick as he cups his balls in one hand while playing with his nipples with the other. Gregor gulps and looks at me, he knows he will be returning the favour later, and does not like it. But also knows it is too late to back out now. Lena is really getting off on watching the boys play together. She has four orgasms in the time it takes Olav to give Gregor a blow job, swallowing it all and cleaning him up afterwards. He was very good at it, and I think he has done it before.
I say, “Olav, that is not the first blow job you have given, is it?”
He replies, “No, Mistress, I am bisexual and had over a dozen male partners in the past.”
I respond, “Good, then you know exactly how to train Gregor in what to do.” He nods.
Opening the drawer of a table beside my chair I take out a condom and a tube of lubricant. Smiling, Olav walks over. Taking them, he turns to let Gregor watch as he puts on the condom, followed by well lubricating it and placing a large amount of lubricant in his hand. He smiles at Gregor the whole time. When he places the lubricant on the table I get another condom from the drawer and place it beside it. Gregor knows exactly what is going to happen next, and what will follow that. He is not happy, but says nothing.
I order Gregor to stand, turn around, and bend over, holding onto the back of the chair. He does so. Olav walks over and lubricates his arse. Placing his dick at Gregor's arse hole, he slowly pushes in. He takes several minutes to enter him. Lena comes three times during this. With his groin against Gregor's arse Olav reaches around and plays with his nipples, dick, and balls. He is slow as he withdraws and enters, out and in, out and in, each movement a bit faster than the previous one. Within a few minutes he is fucking Gregor's arse hard and fast, and Gregor is mortified to find the action has given him an erection.
I say, “Olav, do not come in his arse. When you are almost ready pull out and remove the condom. Gregor, when he pulls out, turn around, sit down, close your eyes, and open your mouth wide.” Both nod.
A couple of minutes later Olav pulls out of Gregor. He sits down with his mouth open wide just in front of Olav's dick. Olav knows what to do and takes a step closer as he masturbates. A few pulls later and he is coming on Gregor's face and into his mouth. When he is finished he steps closer, slipping his dick into Gregor's mouth and instructing him on how to lick and suck it clean.
When he pulls out of Gregor's mouth he tugs him from the chair, brings him to my chair, and instructs him on placing the condom and lubricant on his dick. Returning to the wooden chair, Olav take his place and instructs Gregor on how to lubricate his arse hole and fuck him. With a pained expression, Gregor does exactly as told. Soon he is balls deep in Olav's arse and mortified to be liking the tight feeling on his dick.
Both Lena and I come when he enters Olav. He fucks him for several minutes, sensing he is about to come he pulls out, Olav takes control and instructs him. With all in place it only takes Gregor a few jerks on his own dick to be coming over Olav's face, his aim is not as good, so not much goes in his mouth. Olav pulls him to him to clean his dick. Then he pushes down on his head. Slowly Gregor drops to his knees and starts sucking on Olav's reawakened dick. In a few minutes, he is swallowing as Olav comes in his mouth again.
When he is finished, I stand Lena beside my chair, stand, and walk over. Petting their heads like I would a dog I say, “Good boys, good show, nice boys.” They both smile at me.
I take them down to the third area and turn the cameras on here as I turn off the cameras to area two. I have several sets of these master switches throughout the room.
I have Lena lie down on the padded frame. Her legs are together and her arms are out to the side. I strap her arms down tight to the frame, and place the two body straps over her body, one just below her breasts and one over the top of her hips. Only her legs can move. I have Olav hold her left leg up in the air as I adjust the two sections of the frame that make up the leg area. When all is ready I take her leg and turn it to be comfortable as I lay it on the leg board, strapping it down. She is not happy about this position, but says nothing. I do the same to the other leg. Both legs are now spread out to the side, like she is doing the splits extra well. The line from one heel to the other is dead straight, with her pussy wide open and on display.
I make Olav stand at her pussy with his dick resting on it as I adjust the height. She gives me a very pleading look. I ask, “What is wrong, Lena?” As I adjust her head to be able to watch what is happening at her pussy.
She replies, “Mistress, I have had plenty of dildos and vibrators, but never a real dick. I am on the pill for regularity, but never had a human dick in me before.”
Smiling, I say, “Well, that is about to change, relax and enjoy it.”
I wave Olav back to kneel between her legs and I lick along her slit, delicious. Slipping two fingers in her I start to finger fuck her. Two orgasms later I stand and have Olav eat her to two more, followed by Gregor eating her to two orgasms. She is dripping wet, wide open, and tired by the time I have Olav stand at her pussy and enter her - nice and slow. It is only twenty-five minutes since he last shot his load, so he should be good to give her a nice long fuck. He does, as he pounds her juicy cunt for a good thirty minutes before he comes in her. During this time she comes over a dozen times. I have him eat her cream pie and bring her off three more times. Gregor follows, and he lasts about fifteen minutes before filling her pussy. He eats her to four more comes as he sucks his sperm out of her; and not liking it at all. I make a note to keep an eye on Gregor.
When she recovers I release her arms and reposition her head. Placing a special frame over her head, I sit in it. Once in place my pussy is right on her mouth, she is very eager as she opens her mouth and starts licking and sucking me to an orgasm. Her mouth clamps on my clit as she tongues it, and her hands reach under my legs to slide into my waiting pussy. The lovely girl is quick to find my g-spot. She is very good, and I come several times. I order the boys to suck my tits, and they jump at the chance. Oh the joy, the pleasure as they nip at my nipples, Lena nips at my clit, I start coming, I start another before it is finished, and another, and another, and another. I come continuously for some minutes. It is so good to have three devoted slaves, and it's been so long since I had to leave my last set of playmates in Kiev.
After releasing Lena from the frame I lead them to the bed. I switch the cameras for here on as I turn the others off. Climbing onto the bed with my arse on the edge, I spread my legs wide and have Lena climb on the bed in a similar position on the other side. I order the boys to eat us. The both dash for me, and Olav arrives first so Gregor goes to Lena.
Olav is almost as good as Lena, as he clamps onto my clit and tries to suck it off. After several very satisfying orgasms I pull his head up and tell him to fuck me. His dick is stiff, but it will be a long while before he has any sperm to shoot.
Standing between my legs he rubs his dick up and down my slit. He pushes into my eager cunt, his dick stretches me a little as he enters. Due to the bed height his dick is entering me in an upward angle, so his dick head rides over my G-spot on every entry and withdrawal. I come with every stroke. He fucks me hard for almost forty minutes, oh what a delicious time. Finally he comes in me. When he stops coming he drops and eats me out.
I send him to eat Lena and have Gregor fuck me. He lasts only fifteen minutes, but I still have several good comes. He eats me for a few more.
Smiling at my slaves I lead them to the en suite, switching camera groups as we enter. We all have a nice long bath as we wash each other. Leaving the en suite I turn the cameras off and take us to my bedroom. Lena and I lie in the middle of my large bed and cuddle up with one of the boys cuddled up behind us. Smiling, I fall asleep.
Waking up at 8.00 a.m. I look at Lena and notice the bed behind her is empty. Rolling over I push Olav out of bed, he hits the floor and wakes up. Stepping over him I head for the en suite, it is empty. In the lounge room I find Gregor dressed and trying to open the door. He has the obvious locks undone, but not the hidden security ones.
Walking over I kick him in the arse, he jumps and turns around. Grabbing his shirt I toss him to the floor. Gulping, he lies there. My other slaves are standing in the hall doorway watching us. I say, “Gregor, get undressed.” He is slow to stand and undress. I say, “Olav, please look up the phone number for the National Police Headquarters, and dial it.” They all look at me as he does, when they answer, I say, “Ask for Director's Office of Special Services Division.” He asks to be directed to the that office, and is redirected.
When he has the director's office he says, “Please wait a moment.” Looking at me he says, “Mistress, I have the director's secretary on the line for you.” He has not put his hand on the phone, so the secretary hears every word.
Walking over I take the phone and say, “Hello, Tanya, it is Cat Antinov, can I speak to the Colonel, please.” A moment for the transfer to be made, I say, “Good morning, happy birthday Father.” They all look at me, very wide eyed, and Gregor moans. I do not think I will have much more trouble from him.
Colonel 'The Ant' Antinov replies, “Good morning, Pussycat. I hear you had an interesting dance last night.”
I reply, “Nothing major, Father, just a silly man who thinks being told no four times is a reason to grab me. I crushed his balls, so I doubt he will be doing it again.”
Laughing, he replies, “So I heard, but now that fellow is in hospital and not saying a word. We urgently need to get some information out of him and we can not question him properly until after the doctors release him in two weeks. That will be too late for us. Normally I would applaud your actions, but this time it has caused us some trouble.”
Giggling I say, “Father, I assume your man is staying by his side at the moment.” He confirms this, I continue, “What if I visit the hospital this morning, and try to convince him to talk?”
He gives me the name of the hospital and the room number before saying, “You can try it, as it sure can not hurt. Have some fun last night?”
Smiling, I reply, “Yes, Father, I found three lovely slaves last night. The cutest girl and two nice studs. One stud needs a bit more training in obedience, but they are quite nice toys.”
He laughs, saying, “Yes, they are. I am looking at their photos now. My man got them last night and ran them through the system. Nothing to worry about with any of them, none have any adverse connections. do not damage them, and do not do anything to make me unhappy.”
I respond, “Yes, Father, I will enjoy my new toys.” Hanging up I look at Gregor, saying, “Now do you believe I can have you tracked down anywhere in the country?” He nods.
I lead them into the play room. Turning on the cameras for the dungeon area I have Gregor get into an 'X' frame. It has his legs and arms spread wide like a large 'X.' The boards cross in the middle of his back, his dick, balls, and arse are all hanging out. Picking up a four stranded whip with a 300 millimetre long handle, straps 25 millimetres wide, and 300 millimetres long, I hit it against another frame. The slap makes a loud noise.
I say, “You can be whipped twenty-five times by me, or five by me and ten by each of my other slaves. Choose an option.”
Gulping, he says, “The second, please, Mistress.”
Smiling, I step up and swing the whip upward, very fast. The handle slices the air in front of his dick as the strands hit his dick and balls, the whip tips striking his arse hole. He screams nicely. My second stroke is across his chest, flicking the whip tips across his nipples. Third is across his arse, the straps hitting across the full width. Fourth across his belly, leaving four red stripes, and the fifth is downwards across his dick. He screams with each hit. He is crying before I finish.
Turning to Olav I hand him the whip, saying “Hit him hard enough for the stripes to show, but do not cut the skin or do any major harm, leave the face and neck alone.” He and Lena both nod.
Swinging the whip hard across his front he hits his thighs in a way that has the straps flick his dick as they cross between the legs. He delivers five this way, and the next five are all across his nipples. Lena spends her time practising my upward swing. The first just flicks his dick with the strap ends, by the end she is doing very well.
Looking at them I say, “This is the lightest punishment you can expect for trying to run away or severe disobedience.” They all gulp. I continue, “Olav, let him down in fifteen minutes, then give him a bath and rub some cream on the welts. You will find it in the en suite cabinet.” He nods.
Taking Lena, I leave the room. We get dressed and return to the dungeon. Going into the control room I activate all the cameras and lock the controls. Leaving the room, I lock the door.
To the boys I say, “Lena and I are going out for a while. Olav is in charge until I return. Stay in this room or the en suite. The fridge over there has some food and drinks.” Olav smiles at being left in charge, I expect he will have a few blow jobs while I am away. I wink at him as I nod towards Gregor's dick, he smiles and nods.
Leaving the playroom I lock it from the outside and double lock the apartment door.
Lena and I stop for a light breakfast on the way to the hospital.
Entering the hospital I go to the Police Ward. The guard does not know me and is not prepared to let me in until my table visitor from last night is called to the entrance and vouches for me.
When I walk into the hospital room with the prisoner he flinches on seeing me. Walking over I sweep the bed clothes off the bed. Looking at him I open the night clothes to examine his dick, he tries to stop me. He grimaces when I apply a simple nerve pinch to his wrist.
Looking into his face I say, “The Ant tells me you will not answer this nice man's questions.” The fellow blanches at mention of father, I must ask him why they fear him so much. I continue, “I am called The Cat because I have such nice sharp claws.” I hold up my long finger nails for him to look at. I say, “I was not part of any operation last night. If I was, I would have gone with you and you would have told me all I wanted to know by now. The Ant has asked me to help this man out with his questioning.” The fellow is sweating by now. I continue, “We have until lunchtime to get the answers he wants. If we get them I leave and The Ant gives me a bonus. If we do not I leave and you cease being any value to the Ant, so I get you to play with for the rest of your life, when you leave the hospital.” Reaching down I grab a small handful of his pubic hairs and jerk hard, pulling them out by the roots. He screams. I say, “That is nothing compared to what I will do to you if I get you for good.” I smile down at him and say, “The last man who gave me some real trouble needed extra surgery after I finished with him. He now sports some nice breasts and a very large cunt. He is a great cock sucker and earns good money as a whore.” The man gags, the policeman moves quick to get the bowl under his mouth and the head turned before he starts to really throw up.
After rinsing his mouth out with water the man starts talking, he answers all the questions put to him. In a sad voice I say, “Oh dear, I was so looking forward into turning you into a whore. Now I can not, unless you lied about anything.” Violently, he shakes his head no.
Picking the near by phone up I punch in the direct dial number for Father's office. When it is answered I say, “Cat here, put the Ant on.” A moment later Father answers, I say, “I am sorry to say I only get the bonus and not the super bonus. He is yours, not mine, he talked. I was so looking forward to training him properly.” Father laughs.
A moment later he calms down, saying, “He beat two of our best interrogators during the night, and you get him to talk in a few minutes. Maybe I should hire you to do the questioning for us.”
I reply, “Oh, no, Ant, you can not hire me full time. I will stay as a special contractor. I get paid more and it is more fun, as I am not tied down by your silly rules.”
Still laughing, Father gets the message, saying, “OK, it is a deal. I will see what we can pay you to do this type of work. You do seem to be effective.”
Smiling, I say, “Since it is your birthday, you need not pay me for this one as it took so little time. Take it as a birthday present.” Giving the prisoner a smile, I say, “Maybe next time I get to keep you.”
I leave the room, and the policeman follows me. As he walks me to the ward entrance I say, “It will be a good idea if he does not get a chance to give anyone a good description of me, but it would help if he can spread talk about how tough The Cat is. The Ant wants me to do contract interrogations for him.”
Grinning, the officer says, “I will get a few rumours started about the Ant's latest hard nut. I can only agree with him. You cracked that fellow very quickly.”
Leaving the hospital I collect Lena from the main entrance area where I had left her. We go shopping.
During lunch I ask Lena about herself. She is an eighteen year old high-school student living at home with her parents. After lunch we visit her home and I tell her parents she is moving in with me. They help her pack as they have three younger children in two bedrooms. With Lena leaving home the others can have a room each. They offer to pay for Lena to attend university, we accept. They drive us back to my apartment and help us move her in.
All Lena's clothing and personal items are moved into the second bedroom, it has an en suite with a bath / shower and a king sized double bed. They are quite impressed with the apartment and location.
When they ask about the locked room they think Lena's joking when she says “Oh, that is the dungeon. Her other two slaves are locked in there for the moment, punishment routine.” Laughing, they leave. Lena turns to me, saying, “Mistress, may I seek your help with my homework, etc.” Smiling, I nod to her.
Unlocking the other door we find the boys lying on the bed giving each other a blow job. I say, “What shifts are you on tonight?”
Olav responds, “None, Mistress, we work Monday to Friday as we are full-time staff. Others work the weekends, unless they need extras and call us in.” I have them ring in and give my phone number as their new permanent contact number.
They clean up the room and have another shower. We leave to get their gear from their old address.
They shared rooms at the same boarding house. Their landlord is happy to let them go, as she can put up the rent on the new tenants; all housing in Odessa is quick to rent out as there is not enough. With a long waiting list there will be no lost rent, but an extra profit as they have to forfeit a week's rent from their bond due to lack of notice. Her eyes go up when we give her the address for forwarding mail, as I do live in one of the better areas. Luckily they did not have much gear and it fitted in my car, in the boot and roof carrier. It fitted, just.
Back at the apartment they set up house in the third bedroom, a king sized double bed and their own en suite with bath / shower. I have all three enter codes for the apartment's security system. They can now access and leave, except when set to high security. I even have them recorded in the building's security system to allow them access to my car and garage storage area.
Well, that is how I collected my pets. I have them well trained, and we have some very good times. When I have some more time I may write more, especially about the fun work I do for father.
Note: I originally wrote this bit of diary work as part of the part-time English course I am doing. The final assignment was to write an eight thousand word short story on part of our lives. Since we are allowed a ten percent variation, being out by a few hundred words or so was acceptable. However, the professor was squirming in her seat as she read and marked this. We had an interesting meeting and weekend after class that day. But that is another story for another time, too.
by Cazna Rochester and Ernest Bywater
I wrote this story in response to an email, copied below. Be warned, this a new genre for me and it's about a part of the world, culture, and country I've never visited. I have tried to write this in the style of English as a Second Language to match the requester's style. So apologies for any errors. This is the second variation on this theme.
hello, i am Cathy 25 y.o. girl, longhaired blonde, petite, 52kg 168cm, I study university for teachers, 2 years ago i was on my practice in school and teached 2 month young boys about 15 years old. Now i meet them in dance club, they are about 17 and horny. i have fantasy about they persuade me to show them my tits and then jerk their cocks, i think 2 boys i let them fuck me. could you write story with my theme???
Story written April 2007, revised August 2007, June 2010, and major revision by Ernest Bywater requested by Cazna Rochester in 2013.
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My name is Katerina Molotov, I teach high school. Stand 1.65 metres tall, fair skin, slim, athletic build, 34-24-28 with C cup breasts, long blond hair that reaches my bottom, light blue eyes, pretty face. My legs are a little longer than average for my height. My breasts are not big, but they are bigger than average for my frame and are very perky. The men and boys find their solid, conical shape irresistible. I like the attention, so I often wear half bras that finish just below my nipples, with thin cotton tops. The result is my firm breasts stand up and are noticed with my stand out nipples making it clear there is only the one cotton layer between the air and my skin. I keep fit by running and gymnastics.
Two years ago I was doing my final year of studies to be a teacher at the university in Kiev. Part of the studies is to attend a school to watch experienced teachers at work and teach classes under their direction. This is called work experience and in-class assessment. My teacher will observe me in the classroom and rate my performance at the end of this time, as will the experienced teacher I work with.
For my work experience I am sent to a school half way across the city. This school is like most of the government schools, a mix of boys and girls. For four weeks I work at the school two days a week, Tuesday and Thursday, just watching the experienced teacher. This is followed by eight weeks working three days a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday; preparing lessons in the morning and teaching classes in the afternoon. It is fun work I like. I love being the centre of attention.
The first day I was at the school I was introduced to the experienced teacher and he told me to wait until the class were all seated before entering the classroom. The first class was of fifteen year old students, and I had all their eyes on me as I walked into the room. By the time I was standing in the middle of the room and being introduced I could see all the boys had erections. After being introduced I took off my warm coat, it was a very cold day, and placed it on a coat hook on the back of the door. Walking over to the chair the teacher had set aside for me I noticed most of the boys now had damp patches on their pants instead of erections. Some of the girls were squirming in their seats too. I was very touched and excited knowing I had done that.
The time at the school was very good. All the boys and male teachers tried to get me to go out with them, and so did many of the girls. But it is not allowed for teaching staff to date students, and none of the teachers interested me as much as did most of the students. All the students were fit, very fit; the boys were real hunks and the girls were very sexy. Physical fitness was a major thing in this school, as many students from this school went into military service. It was a way out of the poor areas of the city in which they lived.
If it was not for the rules I had have dated several of the students. But, alas, that was not to be - then.
After graduating as a teacher I had to teach at a school on the other side of Kiev for two years. After that I was sent to teach at a school very close to where I did my student teaching, in the same poor housing sector of Kiev. I moved into an apartment near the school. There were few decent recreational facilities near by. But I did not know this for some time. For the first few months I was very busy settling into my new school work and my apartment.
My students are the average mix of high-school students; some low achievers, some high achievers, some slobs, some hunks, even some nice looking girls (some are very tempting). But no matter how tempting nothing happens with students, it is not worth the risks. What a pity.
We were coming up to the mid-semester break, a week of holidays and no students. I decided I would have some fun and go dancing. By then I had met some of my neighbours and ask them about night clubs and dancing. Tanya, the girl in the apartment below mine, tells me there is only one club worth going to for several kilometres around us, so we make a date to go on Friday night.
We arrive at the club and the entrance fee is very reasonable as this is not a rich neighbourhood. Inside the club is average in appearance and fittings. However, the music is loud enough to dance to on the floor and still able to hear each other speak. The tables and chairs are comfortable, a bit worn, but OK. The staff are quick and not friendly, just very busy. It could do with half as many staff again.
I am still looking around the club when a voice says in my ear, “Hello teach, want to dance.”
Turning around I see one of my old students from my student teacher days, Uri. He is changed a little, grown a bit taller and better dressed than he used to be. Standing, I let him lead me onto the dance floor. Returning to the table we find his best friend, Valentine, talking to Tanya. For the next few hours we have a good time dancing with the boys and letting them buy us drinks.
Both are wearing very tight clothes, as is the current fashion for boys their age, so it is easy to see their true bodies. Uri is 1.70 metres tall, light brown hair, cut short, well muscled but not over muscled like the competition body builders are, light olive skin, fair to look at; not really handsome but not far off it. His dick is about 65 millimetres wide and 250 millimetres long when erect. Valentine is 1.75 metres tall, fair hair, cut short, well muscled but not as well muscled as Uri, very fair skin, very good to look at, extremely handsome and a real pretty boy. His dick is 75 millimetres wide and 225 millimetres long when erect. Some of this I found out later as they did not have their dicks out for display at the club, but the very tight clothes indicated very close dimensions as they had erections and it was all very noticeable.
About a quarter to midnight Tanya excuses herself and goes home, saying she has to work tomorrow. I spend the next two hours dancing with the boys in turns. The numbers are slower now and they spend a lot of time holding me close to them. So close I can feel their stiff dicks pushing against me through their clothes. How sweet, knowing I am doing that.
At 2.30 a.m. on Saturday morning, the club stops serving drinks and the staff tells us all to go home.
As I leave with the boys Uri stops to talk to one of the bar staff. Money changes hands, and he joins us with two bottles of vodka. Looking at me he says, “Want to continue the party at my place?”
I have no work for a week, so why not. I smile and let him lead me to his place.
When we reach Uri's apartment I am surprised to see Valentine follow us in. Uri says, “We are flat mates. He lives here as well.” The apartment is neat; several items of furniture are covered with blankets and I can not see what they look like. The lounge and chairs look new and very expensive.
While Uri pours some drinks Valentine puts some music on, turned low. After a few sips of my drink Uri asks me to dance. We do a slow number with him holding my bum cheeks tight as he pushes me into him. I can feel his hard, stiff dick pressing against me, it feels nice.
Valentine changes the record and Uri lets go of me, saying “Teach us how well you can do a strip tease.” I look at him with surprise. He grins, sternly saying, “Dance as you strip for us.” I look at Valentine, and he is leering at me, so is Uri. Gulping, I start to sway to the rhythm, I like the attention, but am getting concerned with their attitude and am now worried, as either could easily force me to do almost anything, as they are bigger and stronger. So I decide to humour them and not get hurt. Slowly I undo the buttons of my dress.
I take as long as I can, but soon the buttons down the front are all undone and I am slow to open it wide and let it fall off my shoulders behind me. As it slides off my arms I grab it and toss it onto an empty chair. I kick off my shoes towards the same chair. I undo my garter belt as I move to the music. I move up to the chair in front of Uri and place my right leg on the arm of the chair. Going very slow I slide my stocking down. Taking it off I flick it across his face. Turning, I walk over and drop it with my dress. Turning back I dance over to Valentine and put my left leg on the arm of his chair as I roll the stocking down. Flicking him in the face with it as I finish taking it off. Turning, I place it with my other clothes. Both boys have huge erections.
Swaying to the music I run my hands up and down my body. As I do I realise I am getting very excited and wet at the show I am putting on for them and I now want them to fuck me. Reaching behind me I undo my bra strap. Bringing my arms in front of me I slide my hands up my ribs inside the bra cups and cover my breasts as the bra straps slide down my arms. Swaying in front of them I lean over and let the bra slide lower down my arms. Turning my back on them I slip it off and place it on top of my other clothes. With my back still to them I bend over and wiggle my bum at them. Placing an arm across my breasts, I turn around and move my hands down to almost uncover my breasts. Looking down at their pants I can see the strain their stiff dicks are placing on the material of their pants. Turning my back to them I take a long time to slide my panties down and step out of them. Turning back, I drop them on my clothes. I spread my legs as I take a lot of time to remove my garter belt and let it drop. Stepping over it I turn around to point my arse at Uri and bend over to pick up my garter belt. I toss it on top of my clothes.
Walking over to Valentine I take his hand and pull him out of the chair. Leading him into the middle of the room I start to undo the buttons of his shirt. With the shirt undone I slide my hands inside and run them over his chest. Smiling at him, I kiss his chest and work my way down. My hands are already undoing his trousers. As I reach his belly button his trousers fall to the floor. There is a nice tent in his shorts. Kissing my way down I slide his shorts down and kiss the head of his dick. As I undo his shoes and lift his feet out of his trousers I lick his dick from base to tip, he smiles down at me. Finally I have all his clothes off and pick them up. I stand up, kissing my way up his body. Tossing his clothes against the wall I turn and walk to Uri.
Leading Uri out to the centre of the room I take my time to undress him to the music. When I stand and throw his clothes aside he pulls me to him and kisses me. Breaking the kiss, he turns me about and pushes me to Valentine. He kisses me and places a hand on my head. Pushing down he says, “Suck my dick, now.” I drop to my knees and suck on his dick, running my tongue around the head, slipping it into the piss hole, and providing some good suction. I feel something hit my cheek. Moving back off Valentine's dick I take Uri's dick into my mouth and suck on it. A bit later Uri steps back, pulling his dick out of my mouth.
I am kneeling there between them with a stiff dick on either side of my face. They both reach down and grab an arm each, as they pull my arms up Uri says, “Stay on your knees and give us a double hand job.” I stay down as they place my hands around their dicks. I know I can not fight them, either one is too strong for me, all I can do is to accept what is going to happen is going to happen, and try to enjoy it as much as I can. Which I am doing well at for the moment, as this is exciting me.
I kneel there giving them both as good a hand job as I can while each has a hold of his dick at the base. Suddenly Uri grabs my hair and turns my face more towards him. His first spurt of semen hits my left cheek and I close my eyes just before the next spurt hits my left eyelid, the next on my nose, and another on my lips. He lets go of my hair as Valentine grabs it and turns my face towards him. He says, “Open your mouth.” I do, the first spurt of his lands on my tongue, the second on my teeth, the third on my right eye lid, the fourth on my cheek, and some more dribbles onto my breasts.
I feel him move, his dick enters my mouth, I know what is wanted and I lick his dick clean, sucking on it to make sure all the sperm is out. He pulls his dick out and Uri's takes its place, so I suck it clean. Uri says “Use your fingers to clean that come off your body and suck your fingers clean, I want to see you eat it all.” I do as he says, wiping their sperm off my face and breasts and sucking it off my fingers. With my eyes cleaned I open them again. Both are smiling down at me, much the way a cat smiles at the canary it is about to eat.
Uri places his dick against my lips and I start sucking. I hear noises behind me. A few minutes later Uri's dick is nice and hard. He pulls it out of my mouth and attaches a dick clamp to it at the base. I gulp, as this means he does not want to come again for a long time, he wants to keep his dick nice and stiff for a long time as he fucks me. Valentine's dick enters my mouth, so I suck on it and it is soon hard again. He pulls out of my mouth and also places a dick clamp on his dick.
Pulling me to my feet, Valentine turns me around. The middle of the room is now filled with an odd piece of furniture. It looks like a padded bench for exercises with an odd seat mounted above one end and a short extra bench above the middle of it. The seat and short bench are connected and sit on a frame. Uri is lying down on the main bench. I am taken over to the thing and told to lie on the short bench and slide myself down onto Uri's dick.
With a very weak smile I straddle Uri and slide down onto his dick. His dick feels nice as it fills my sopping cunt, it fills me right up, as it is so nice and stiff. Oh, how I need a good fucking, and it seems I am about to get it. Valentine leans me over onto the short bench. He adjusts the height until it is almost on Uri's chest. The bench is just long enough to go from my pelvis to just below my breasts, so my breasts are hanging over the front of it. Uri grabs my arms as Valentine ties some straps around my chest and waist to hold me in position. He places some padded boards under my shins and straps them tight. Attaching some boards for my arms he adjusts them and straps them tight. He attaches a rod from the bench I am on to something under the main bench. Smiling up at me Uri reaches out with his hand and my bench starts moving forward and back. Both of us are lying there, but the bench is fucking me onto his dick at a nice slow pace, too slow for my liking, but his big stiff dick fucking my cunt is so nice. He stops the motor at the end of a backward stroke. I am impaled on Uri's dick as Valentine stands in front of me. He puts on a condom and starts covering it with KY jelly. I look at his eyes, and he is waiting for me to plead him not to, just so he can do it anyway. I look down, and Uri has a big grin. I can not do a thing, so I just have to accept it despite not wanting or liking it at all.
Walking behind me Valentine places some lubricant in my arse hole. Looking up I can see a long mirror directly in front of me. At the current angle I can see down my back and watch as he straddles the bench to place his dick at my arse hole. Raising my eyes a little I can see he is watching me watching him. Making eye contact he smiles and pushes forward into my arse. I have never been arse fucked before. I had heard you can make it easier by relaxing, so I try, but it is not easy as that big dick slides in. A few minutes later and his groin is against my arse while his balls are bouncing against Uri's. There is no way either of them could get any deeper into me.
Uri starts the motor and I am being slid off their two dicks and back on, off - on, off - on. Fuck it is nice, but so slow I will never come at this rate. Ten minutes later and they are both grinning like crazy as they enjoy the slow pace. I am so close, but not there; it is like torture. The fucking is nice, but I want to come. I need to come.
I hear a key in the apartment lock, the door opens, and Tanya walks in wearing a large coat. Turning, she locks the door. Smiling, she walks over, saying “How is she, boys?” Both smile and give her a thumbs up. Uri stops the motor.
Grinning, she removes the coat to reveal a tight leather outfit that exposes everything. Climbing onto the seat in front of me she spreads her legs wide and adjusts it to suit herself. Now she is ready with my mouth in her pussy. She says, “Suck and tongue me good girl, or you will pay in pain.”
Gulping, I start eating her pussy, sticking my tongue into her vagina and sucking on her clit. She smiles, and soon comes. Uri starts the motor again. Tanya and I are locked in place relative to each other as we slide back and forwards while I eat her to several orgasms. The boys are enjoying my cunt and arse sliding up and down their dick, and I am so close I could scream, but not there.
Tanya says “I think it is time boys.”
They both respond, “Oh yeah.” I feel small alligator clips bite into my nipples, my clit, and my arse cheeks. Uri speeds up the motion of the motor. It is going very fast now. They both moan with pleasure as my cunt slides back and forth on their dicks.
In seconds I start to come, and come again, and again, and again. Suddenly I feel a jolt of electricity go through my nipples and arse cheeks to my clit, I scream into Tanya's pussy. She screams in orgasm as she comes again. The current goes back the other way, and I am coming as I scream in pain.
It seems like I spend hours screaming into Tanya's pussy as I come again, and again, and again while the pain courses through my body. The pain stops when the machine stops. I am soaked in sweat and have hardly enough strength to breath. Tanya has come dozens of times and my face is coated with her pussy juices.
Valentine pulls out of my arse and lifts Tanya off the seat. Removing the seat, he stands in front of my face. He pulls the condom off and places his dick against my lips. I open up and suck his dick into my mouth, running my tongue around the head I suck on it. I feel his hands at the base of his dick. I prepare myself. As soon as he removes the dick clamp he is coming in my mouth. I continue to suck as I swallow his sperm. I lick him clean when he is finished.
He pulls his dick out of my mouth and unties me. Lifting me off the bench he places me beside the main bench with my lips against Uri's dick. I know what is wanted and start sucking Uri's dick. He soon comes in my mouth and I lick it clean. I can hardly stand, so they carry me through to the bathroom and wash me, making me suck their dicks again as they do. I notice Tanya is filming all this on a digital camera.
Taking me back to the lounge room they dress me. Valentine holds me up as Uri walks around the room pointing things out. Tanya says, “Like all our discreetly placed digital cameras. We got your whole night recorded. Come back here at six p.m. tonight. I have a whole lot of men who will pay well to fuck a sexy girl like you. You will make me very rich. Behave yourself, and I will not publish the recordings, I will even let you keep some of the money. Do not even think of going to the authorities.” Turning to Valentine she says, “Take her home and put her to bed.”
As he carries me out of the room, I see it is 8.00 a.m. in the morning. I have been well and truly fucked, and do not have enough energy to hold myself up. He takes me downstairs, puts me in a car, and drives me home.
Back at my apartment Valentine puts me on my bed, undresses me to my panties, fondles my breast, and places the covers over me. I roll over and make like I am going to sleep. Hearing him leave the room I move close the side of the bed. I wait several minutes. I hear quiet footsteps and hear him sneak back in. He stands there looking at me in bed. He sneaks back out to the main room.
I did not think they intended to leave me alone.
With great care I reach to the bedside table. Checking underneath, I find my trouble cell phone still taped in place. I remove it and draw it into the bed. Pretending to still be asleep I activate the text mode and type a message. When I am finished I am very careful as I raise it to where I can check the message, a couple of typing errors, but he will understand. I select the speed dial number for my Uncle Serge, my mother's brother would be the best person to help me now. Uncle Serge - the black sheep of the family, the very well trained specialist soldier who left the Army and government to go rogue.
Uncle Serge is not spoken of in the family at all, but mother told me, “Cat, in Kiev, you have any bad trouble, you call Uncle Serge. Forget what your father or grandparents say, call Serge. He will help you. He will not ask what or why, he will just help. He did that once before; now he is the black sheep. But even black sheep are very useful.”
Well, it is done. I said I need help and my address, that someone is in the apartment with me. Now I just have to leave it to him. Tucking the phone away in the bottom of the pillow case, I go to sleep.
Sometime later I hear my doorbell ring and the clock says midday. Valentine runs into my room, he says “Who is that, who can it be? Tanya said you never have visitors and come from Odessa.”
I look at him, saying “School break, I do not work this week. My family know this, they usually visit me during the school breaks. At this time of day, it is probably my uncle who lives here in Kiev.”
Pulling a gun out of his pocket Valentine says “Answer the door and get rid of them.”
Getting up, I put on the robe I leave beside the bed, not my normal one which is in the closet. The dark green one. In our family dark green is never used, except to warn of great danger. A hangover from less pleasant times. Going to the door I open it. I have not seen Uncle Serge for years, but each year we get a new photo, so I know it is him.
Smiling, I say, “Uncle Serge, what a pleasant surprise.” Behind him is a young man in the uniform of a delivery company with a large box. I continue, “I am sorry, but I have a house guest and can not talk much now. I have to get dressed and go out.”
He says, with a big smile, “Ah, Little Kitten, I have a present here for you. Just let this fellow put it down on a table and we will go, leaving you in peace.” Turning, I give Valentine a weak grin as I open the door wide and wave the man to the table near the window.
He walks in, headed to the table, Serge steps in and lifts me in a bear hug as he spins me around. Valentine watches us. Suddenly men materialise through the door, all pointing machine guns at Valentine. Gulping, he slowly raises his arms above his head. The men are quick to handcuff him.
Turning to me he says “Kitten, who else is in this?”
I respond, “I know only of two others, Uncle. The girl who lives in the apartment directly below mine, called Tanya. And his flat mate, Uri.” I give him the other address, as I had noted it when we went there last night. Turning to his men, Uncle Serge gives them some quick orders. Most leave to go downstairs. Another picks up a mobile phone and makes a call, giving Uri's address.
Sitting me down in the chair Uncle Serge says, “Tell me what happened.” I take my time as I take care to tell him everything. I know he has to know it all to be able to fix it. When I am finished he says, “Kitten, if you wanted to go into this sort of business, you had only to ask and I would have arranged it with some more reputable people.”
Smiling at him, I say, “Uncle, I had no interest in that sort of business last night. Although, with the right controls and management, I might be interested in some occasional work. If I get to pick and choose who.”
Laughing, he says, “In that work, you do not get to pick and choose. But if you want something similar, you can help me in my work and I will let you pick and choose.”
Just then some of his men arrive back with Tanya. She glares at me. Laughing at her Uncle Serge says, “No, she did not go to the authorities. It would have been better for you if she had.” Her eyes go wide as she looks around the room at the many heavily armed young men, I can see fear building in her eyes. He continues, “My niece here knows me only as Uncle Serge, the black sheep of the family. But she knows enough to call me when in trouble. I make a good living as a go between, a fixer, a maker of deals. I have sown up so many good deals my competition call me 'The Tailor.' I think you may have heard of me.” Tanya's eyes almost pop out of her head. I gulp, even I have heard of The Tailor, two capital Ts. I am shocked, my Uncle Serge is The Tailor, the man said to run most, if not all, of Kiev's black market. If you want something, anything, see The Tailor; if he has not got it already, he will get it. He smiles at them as they wonder what he is going to do to them.
A short while later some more of his men arrive with Uri, he has a few bruises on his ribs, but none on his face. One man has a box of cameras, computer hard drives, and DVDs. He puts one in a portable DVD player to show Uncle Serge what is on it. He watches it with care as he skims through it.
Turning to me he says, “Very impressive, Little Kitten, over three hours. I think I best start calling you Tiger. I do not think you are a kitten any more.”
With a wide smile Uncle Serge says, “Seriously, do you want some very high paying work along these types of lines. But not for general distribution filming.” Smiling, I nod. He signals three young men to him, saying to me, “Pick one, and see if you can wear him out. Regardless of what happens, I will pay you five hundred dollars US for this interview.”
Smiling, I examine the men, they are all smiling and licking their lips. Picking one, I grab the front of his shirt and pull him towards my bedroom. Entering the room I close the door behind us.
He is 1.70 metres tall, dark brown hair, cut short, fit but not well muscled, more athletic, fair skin, passable looks, blue eyes. I soon learn his dick is 75 millimetres wide and 250 millimetres long when erect.
Placing him at the end of my bed I smile at him as I slip my robe off. His grin widens. Walking up to him I kiss his lips, teasing them with my tongue. I slowly slip his coat off his arms. I undo the harness to his gun and let him slide it to the floor as I unbutton his shirt. Spreading the shirt open, I caress his chest. Sliding my hands lower I undo his trousers and let them fall to the floor. I slip my arms around him and slide his shirt off as I suck on his nipples. Kissing my way down his chest I slide his shorts down. Kissing the head of his dick as I do. I lick his dick as I undo his shoes before lifting his feet out of his trousers and shorts. I stand up and push him back onto my bed.
I tease him by taking my time to slide my panties down. Turning, I walk to my dresser and pick up a ribbon. Walking back to the bed I motion him to move up it. He does. Climbing on the bed I kiss my way up his legs. Reaching his dick I take it in my mouth and suck on it, hard. He moans with pleasure as I feel his dick pulsating on my tongue while I work on it while sucking. I lift up a bit, keeping the head of his dick in my mouth. I run my tongue over it and stick the tip in the piss hole. While I do this I slip the ribbon around the base of his dick. Pulling it tight I wrap it around his stiff dick four times before tying a bow knot in it.
As I lift up from his dick he looks down at it and opens his mouth to speak. I say, “That will stop you from coming too quickly. Now, for the fun.” Moving up the bed I straddle his legs and take my time to lower myself onto his nice dick. He smiles at me. Laying down on him I crush my breast into his chest, saying, “Now roll us over and fuck me like you have no tomorrow.”
He is a good soldier who knows how to take orders and carry them out with his whole heart. Placing his arms around me he kisses me, and as out tongues dance together he rolls us over. Lifting my hips he places a pillow under them before he starts fucking for all he is worth. His lovely dick slides in and out of my juicy cunt. I shift position so his dick is sliding over my G-spot on every movement in or out. I wrap my legs around his hips and try to push him in further as I come, again, and again, and again. With each of my orgasms he moans with pleasure as my cunt squeezes hard on his thrusting dick.
Some time later I notice he is slowing down. His body is covered in sweat, and so is mine. The bed is soaked with our sweat and my fluids. Pulling him to me I roll us over and take over the work. Sliding my pussy up and down on his dick. I can feel it jerk as he tries to come, but can not. After several more orgasms I take pity on him and slow down. Smiling at him I lift myself off his dick, to turn around and place my cunt over his mouth. He starts licking my pussy as I start sucking his dick. I release the ribbon. He moans into my pussy as he comes in my mouth, shooting several spurts of sperm. I swallow and keep sucking.
He keeps licking my clit and I keep sucking his dick. It shrinks and is quick to come back to life. A few minutes later he fills my mouth with his sperm as he comes again. Lifting off his dick I turn around and give him a deep tongue kiss. We move to the edge of the bed, he goes to stand up, and falls back down.
Giggling, I stand up, get his clothes, and dress him. I get a clean robe out and get dressed. I let him lean on me as we leave the room. We walk out, and everyone is looking at us. Most of the young men stare at the worn out condition of their fellow.
Uncle Serge stares at him, then looks at his watch and says, “Well, Kitten is no longer a correct name for you Cat. I think I will call you Tigress from now on. You have been fucking for just over two hours, and he is nearly dead from exhaustion. I know people who would pay thousands in hard currency for such a performance. I see we have to do some serious talking.”
I smile and say “Yes, when I am finished.” Walking over to the other two men offered earlier I take one by the hand and lead him into the bedroom as I say, “Uncle keep my three attackers around for now. I want to give them some punishment at Uri's place later today.” He smiles and nods.
In my bedroom I am fast to undress the new soldier and drop to my knees to suck his dick. I apply plenty of suction as I run my tongue all over it. He is soon coming in my mouth, I swallow and keep sucking. There is not much difference between this man and the first one, just his dick is wider. Once he is stiff again I tie the ribbon on his dick and lie on the bed with my legs spread wide.
He gets the message and soon mounts me, this is the widest dick I have ever had. He stretches my vagina as he slides it in, oh what a lovely feeling as he does that. I say, “Fuck me hard and fast, as we do not have much more time.” He nods and goes straight into a fast fucking pace. His dick is sliding in and out and making me come. After my twelfth come on his dick I can feel his dick jerking as it wants to come. I make him wait while I have three more comes. Wrapping my legs around his hips I reach down and untie the ribbon as I pull him into me. He thrusts harder, and I can feel my cunt fill with his warm sperm as he comes in me and I come again.
When his dick goes limp I unwrap my thighs and let him withdraw. As he pulls back I grab his hair and push down to my cunt. He looks at me, sighs, and lowers his face to my cunt to eat my pussy, sucking all of his sperm out. He is so good I come four times. When he is finished I help him get dressed. I get dressed to go out. He leans on me, but only a little, as we leave the bedroom.
Looking around I notice Tanya, Uri, and Valentine are gagged and handcuffed, awaiting us. I say, “Uncle Serge, can you get a drug that increases the sensitivity of the skin and nerves, and several more of your lovely helpers, please? Uri has some interesting equipment in his flat we should use on these people.” He smiles and nods.
Turning, he leads us out the door as he makes some phone calls on his mobile phone. Downstairs we all get into a mini-bus and drive to Uri's flat. We stop and go in. A short time later several more of his men arrive.
I have some of his men undress our prisoners, they enjoy undressing Tanya. She is not wearing much, but it takes four times longer than undressing the other two. Since she is a very dangerous character they have to conduct a body cavity search, several times. She squirms and pants her way through it all, but they always stop just before she is about to come. She is glaring daggers at them before they are finished. Everyone except Tanya enjoys the show.
The doctor arrives with the drug and explains it is a local drug only. There is a more general one for the nervous system, but he does not have it as it has too high a fatality rate. It is a good thing they are all gagged, as they struggle and scream when he injects the dicks, groins, and arses of Uri and Valentine. He injects the groin, inside the vagina, the arse, and breasts of Tanya; she heaves and pulls at her bonds as he injects her vagina and breasts. I think the needles are not painless. The doctor tells us it will take several minutes for the drugs to take effect, and then they will be effective for three hours. I would say they scream, but they make a sort of gargle sound, as the gags inhibit their ability to make much noise and blocks most of what little they can make, regardless of how hard they try to make noise.
Uncle Serge has one of his people get us some sandwiches for lunch while he uncovers the rest of the furniture in the lounge room. Some very interesting equipment here. We strap Uri to the bench he was on last night. Valentine goes onto a similar bench with the legs set wide and no support for his arse. Tanya is strapped to a frame shaped like a large X. The sandwiches arrive and we eat.
All is in readiness for their little lesson. I go to Uri and gently blow on his dick, he writhes, and his dick comes to instant readiness. Lifting up his dick clamp I set it at 2 mm smaller in diameter, as both clamps have sliding locks with up to 10 mm adjustment. I lick his dick, as it jerks I place the clamp at the base of his erect organ. He heaves and screams through his gag as it clamps shut. I lean down and say, “Did that hurt, Uri?” He nods yes. I ask “A lot?” He nods again, I smile and say, “Good, I had hoped it would.”
Going to Valentine I lick his dick to stiffness and put his dick clamp on, it also has its diameter reduced by 2 mm to make it a very tight fit. He heaves and screams as it goes on. Noticing the little alligator clips and wires hanging below the bench I attach them to his arse, balls, and nipples. He heaves and screams again. Uncle Serge speaks to the doctor He prepares some more injections and does both Valentine and Uri's nipples. I smile at Uncle Serge and he grins back.
On my way to Tanya I attaches the alligator clips to Uri's arse, balls and nipples. Tanya gets a set of alligator clips on her arse, nipples, and clit. She screams as they are attached.
I stand there playing with Tanya's breasts, and watch her writhe and scream into her gag. Turning to Uncle Serge I say, “Uncle, do you have the contacts to see these three are properly trained as totally submissive slaves?” He grins and nods, I ask, “Can you please have that done, I think they will make great servants for me, especially when I work for you. Having them on hand to play with will enlarge the enjoyment opportunities for your business friends. Tanya has such a nice body, and we can really enjoy it.” He smiles wider as he nods. Tanya is crying and shaking her head no. I turn to her and say, “Of course, if you do not want to be our willing slave, we can always have you gang raped, skinned alive and buried alive.” He eyes go very wide and she hangs her head as she has no more fight left in her. I press the button on the side of the frame, and watch her heave as the current flows through the alligator clips. I get a similar result from the second button there, I guess they send the current in different directions. To Uncle Serge I say, “I think she is ready for some games with your men now.”
He smiles and walks over, dropping his pants he pulls out the biggest dick I have every seen; I have seen smaller dicks on horses. I later find out it is 265 mm long and 98 mm in diameter for the shaft, the head is 105 mm in diameter. That is one awesome dick, I was weak kneed just looking at it. He notices me watching, and smiles at me. I grin back. Tanya's eyes go very wide.
She gulps as he rubs his dick against her pussy. Without any more preliminaries he starts shoving that monster dick into her cunt. She heaves and screams. Once he has it all in her he pushes the button on the frame. She screams, he laughs and says, “That electrical charge tickles.” He starts thrusting in and out while pressing the buttons at random as he fucks her. By his eighth thrust she is whimpering as he fucks her. He leans down and says, “I am sure you will enjoy this a lot more after you are trained and do not need all these extra treatments. As long as you are obedient we can dispense with them, most of the time.” Crying, she nods her head. I am sure she noted, as did I, he said, 'Most of the time,' and not all of the time.
I watch Uncle Serge fucking Tanya as I walk over to Uri, undress, and mount him. Lying on the moving table I slide back onto his dick, he writhes and screams into his gag as I do. I set the motor to fuck me onto his dick very fast. Oh, it feels so good. I come on the second insertion, and come on every entry after that. Uri's body is stiff and arched with a look of extreme pain on his face. I am facing Uncle Serge and he is facing me, we smile at each other as we watch the other fucking their victim. Several minutes later I have come about thirty times and I notice he is whimpering as I continue to fuck back and forth on his dick. Reaching down I start pressing the buttons for the electrical charge. He starts to heave harder, and the screaming changes in tone. His body is covered in sweat. Uncle Serge is right, the charge tickles, and it tickles in a very nice way since it is coming through my cunt.
The doctor walks over and checks Uri's pulse and blood pressure; he asks me to stop, as he is concerned Uri may die if we do not let up. I turn off the motor and slide of Uri's dick. He sighs. I bend over his dick and nip the tip of it with my teeth, his body arches and he screams. I open my mouth and he drops back down to the bench. His eyes are full of tears.
I remove his gag, he begs, “Please, Mistress, no more until the drug wears off, please.” I smile at him, and motion to one of Uncle Serge's men that he spoke to me about. The man comes over and undoes his pants. Uri watches, and cries as the man puts a condom on and coats it with KY jelly. He straddles the end of the bench, lifts Uri's arse, and slides his dick into Uri's arse. He bucks as it goes in, but makes no sound and he maintains eye contact with me. I raise an eyebrow, he takes a deep breath, sighs, and says “As you wish, Mistress.” He lies there as the man fucks his arse - hard and fast. I thought Uri might be a little weak willed, he will make a good house slave. When he is about to come the man pulls out, removes the condom, and walks around to Uri's head. As the dick approaches his head Uri opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out to start licking it as it gets closer. He soon has a mouth full of cock and giving it a good sucking. The man moans and comes in Uri's mouth; he continues to suck while he swallows the sperm. Yes, I think he will do well with a little bit more training by an experienced trainer. Smiling, I release Uri's dick clamp and give him a hand job. His body wants to come and his sperm shoots into the air, but his dick is so sensitive the process of coming is very painful, and he groans as he comes.
I turn to see Uncle Serge pulling his limp dick out of Tanya. One of his men is standing by, ready to fuck her too. He slides in as I mount Valentine. I can almost make out words in Valentine's screams, so I loosen his gag a bit. He is speaking and not just screaming. He is yelling abuse at me as his over sensitive dick sends him messages of pain and not pleasure as I fuck up and down on the stiff dick. I look at Uncle Serge and say, “Uncle, please help me by coming over and playing with the electricity buttons while I fuck this dick.” He smiles, and walks over. He stands there looking over my naked body and smiling at me as he presses the buttons at random, I smile back as Valentine heaves and jerks with the current running through his body. The tickling and tingling sensation I get from the second hand electrical current is so nice. I continue to fuck Valentine until I have come about thirty times. He yells abuse all the way through the exercise. I firmly put the gag back in place to cut down the noise level.
Climbing off I lean over and kiss Uncle Serge on the cheek. I get down and get dressed as I tell Uncle Serge, “I think Tanya and Uri can be useful submissive house slaves after being professionally trained. I think Valentine is not worth training.” He nods agreement.
I turn back to Valentine and tweak his nipples, hard, he stops yelling abuse to scream hard. Taking hold of his dick I pull the skin back as much as I can and pinch the sensitive tip. He screams again. Smiling, I take the clips from his nipples and attach them to the tip of his dick while I pull the skin back again. At my nod Uncle Serge presses the button for the electrical charge as he releases the dick clamp. Valentine's body wants to come, and immediately starts shooting sperm into the air when the clamp is released. However his sperm helps to carry the electrical charge down into the inner most parts of his genitals and causes him great pain as he comes. He screams so loud it almost gets past the gag, but not quite. His scream does over-strain his throat muscles and all but takes his voice away. I later learn his voice box is so strained it is permanently damaged and he can only speak in a whisper afterwards - how fitting.
Uncle Serge says, “I should be thankful to your playmates for awakening the Tigress in you. I will have Tanya and Uri sent to a professional training facility to be turned into properly submissive house slaves for you. Valentine is such a pretty boy I will sell him to a facility that likes pretty boys. He will get well and truly fucked in the arse, and he will get a lot of that over the next few decades.” We both laugh, as it is a fitting future for Valentine; such a pretty boy as he is should be properly used.
I smile, saying, “You know, it is probable I would have done what they wanted voluntarily if they asked me. But they seemed to get off on forcing me, and I do not like being forced.” He nods his head. I say, “I know the family say you are the black sheep, but does anyone have any idea of what you really do for a living?”
Smiling he says, “Yes, your mother. That is why when you got the scholarship she rang me and told me to keep and eye on you. I bet she also told you to call me if you got into any trouble.” I nod yes. He continues, “She is one of the few people who knows the full story of why I left the military. She knows exactly what I do, she helped me get set up and started.” My eyes go wide, my oh so sweet, obey all the laws, conservative mother. He says, “Ask her one day about Braska, but make sure you want to hear, and are prepared for a horrid tale before you do.” I sit there, wide eyed with shock.
He smiles, saying, “I think you are over due for a meal. Come, let us go eat and we can discuss how much time you wish to devote to working with me, and if you want to continue teaching. You can do both, if you want.”
Smiling, I take his arm and we leave the apartment; his men will see to sorting the others out. We go to one of the better restaurants and have a delicious meal. During the meal we come to an arrangement.
He will put me up in one of the best apartments in the city, provide car, driver, and guards to take me to and from school. He will also pay me very well for each businessman I entertain, I get to choose who I do and do not entertain. In return, I have to entertain two or more businessmen each month.
In the end he has such an interesting range of businessmen I usually entertain two or three a week, as I really greatly enjoy the work. I can not say much about that as I do not want to upset my Uncle, such work is very confidential.
Both Tanya and Uri become very good house slaves, they clean up, cook meals, do the washing, as well as pleasing and pleasuring me and many clients.
by Cazna Rochester and Ernest Bywater
Author's Note:This story is a follow on from the story The Girls' School by Connard Wellingham. When the idea first came to Cazna he contacted the author and got permission to write a follow on story in two parts, this part was vetted by Connard before it was first published. The second part never got beyond being a few plot notes which were handed over to Ernest Bywater, to write the story if he ever got the time to, when he was asked to take over and revise all of Cazna's works for him. You do not have to read the original story to understand or enjoy this one, but it helps a lot if you have. The Girls' School is available on both Stories On-line and Connard Wellingham's own website (these are not hotlinks, cut and paste if your wish to visit the sites).
http://storiesonline.net/s/41532/the-girls-school
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/cwellingham/www/novels/girls_school/cw_school.html
The story summary for The Girl's School is:
Adam Wellingham, a young school teacher, accepts a post at Greenwood Academy - a very exclusive girls' school. Even from his initial interview, the situation seems very odd and it is not long before he finds out that there is more to teaching at Greenwood Academy than meets the eye...
Having sterilised the school grounds as best they can, Adam, Anne, and Felicia leave on holidays. After stopping with some friends for a few days they head to Europe Going to France by ferry before crossing through several other countries to Greece, then to North Africa by land, before flying to South Africa. Five days after they leave the Academy the police arrive there to find no one there, and a sign saying the facility is closed until the new school year as all staff are away on annual leave, to be followed by the completion of some renovations on their return. The sign has a contact number for a local key holder at one of the real estate offices. One officer soon has the key holder on hand and the police enter the Academy grounds to search it.
Once inside they soon set about checking the entire school, breaking down any locked doors they can't open, which is most of them. Much is pretty normal; staff housing, dormitories, classrooms, kitchen, laundry, storerooms, dining rooms, etc. They also find the Club Room and the nearby special class rooms. With all the special equipment removed they can't tell for sure what it was used for. The police can see brackets where things had been mounted to the walls and removed, but the mounts say nothing about what had been there. Many suggestions are made by many people, but they just don't know.
They try to contact the staff, but can't locate any. Travel agency records show the staff having gone to the four winds on their holidays on widely spread dates. An officer suggests the staff received word of the raid and left, but the travel dates put a lie to that, as most staff had left before the complaint was lodged and the raid organised. Looking at the travel dates it's possible the last two staff to leave may have left because of a warning. But the evidence points more to it simply being a later departure date because of finishing paperwork, as they were the headmistress and senior teacher. All the academic files are still there, and they look like the school is ready to start in the new school year.
With no evidence of any wrong doing, just a number of unanswered questions, the police are very restricted in what they can do. They have lists of students and ex students from the Department of Education, so they go and interview them all. After all the interviews the only common factors they find are the students are all females - expected since it’s a girls' school, pretty, in sure command of themselves - much more than most girls their ages, have good academic records - most show marks have gone up since they started attending the school, their families are rich, and everyone speaks well of the school. Many of the students and families are outraged about the accusations.
Ten days after the raid the senior police pushing the investigation are desperate because the Chief Constable and Minister of Police are on their back about arrests, this is too big an issue with too much possible good publicity to let rest. So they turn again to the complainant, and send an officer around to bring him in for a further interview. At his flat they find a note saying he's gone away on an extended holiday, as the incident he complained about has made him upset. The police can find no record of where he’s gone. When they ask his family, a very old one with large holdings and great wealth, they get no information on his present location as they claim to not know, either.
They do find out he had known the family of one of the girls and had shown an interest in her. One officer suggests the complaint maybe false because he got rejected by her, so they go back to question her family. After much hedging about the issue in a very long interview, the girl and her parents finally acknowledge the complainant’s family is well known to them and the young man has known the girl for many years. They also admit he'd shown a strong interest in her in the past, but she’d not returned it. Also, he'd made a recent visit to the school to ask her to holiday with him after graduation, and she'd rejected him.
Of course the press learn of the investigation and what it's about, so there's plenty of headlines about the ‘Sex School Scandal’ - as they call it. The police are troubled by the allegations with no evidence. With no more lines of inquiry they make a public appeal for the teachers to contact them, in the hope they can get something from them. They check records for photos of the staff, and can only find some very old photos from their driver's licences. These photos are given to the media as part of the media handout to reach the staff. That same day the school Board of Governors releases a media statement decrying the whole incident and going on about the harm it's done to their school. They mention the police and media attention has upset many of the students and their families to such an extent they're considering not returning to the school. The governors have suspended all work at the school until such time as the situation is clarified and all staff are to consider themselves on extended leave until publicly recalled to resume their duties. The senior police aren't happy about this, as it means they can no longer expect the staff to turn up in time for the new school year, and they can't place a watch on the school to watch what happens during next year’s classes. Despite all the high level pressure, the investigation hits a wall due to lack of leads and evidence. Over several months it dies down and stops - for lack of any new action, despite the great pressure from above. This failure upsets a number of senior police and politicians, but they realise there's little they can do.
Within a few days of the special graduation exam Veronica and her parents are having a number of discussions about Richard, the young man who’d abused Veronica so much. She's still upset and hurt by the incident, but recovering. They’ve known Richard and his family for many years and never expected this sort of behaviour or attitude from him. They often discuss some sort of revenge, but decide he's not worth it, so they move onto planning Veronica’s Gap Year - her year long holiday or work experience between school and university.
Then they learn Richard’s gone to the police, that's the final straw; they decide something has to be done about him. Amongst themselves they discuss many options, and accept his total disappearance would cause major problems, but an absence for an extended holiday won't; so they discuss how to get revenge for him hurting so many people. They finally come up with a fitting form of revenge. Mr Spelling has a word with someone he knows who has contacts in a particular field of employment. A few days later he's in a special bar and having a long conversation with a tall, well endowed, and muscular looking woman. They reach an agreement and money is passed over.
The day of the police raid the Academy Richard is walking back to his flat from having just told the police about the interior layout of the Academy. Near his apartment building he sees a tall well endowed woman wearing a large and loose cape get out of a car and look at a piece of paper in her hand, she looks up at the buildings as if trying to match addresses. He smiles, he's used to seeing this type of behaviour around here. This part of town was very high class when it was built, and all the street numbers are very ornate cast iron ones, very hard to decipher; it's a bit confusing for people new to the area.
Smiling, as he thinks she'll make a nice conquest for him, he walks past two tradesmen working at their van and says, “You look lost, can I help you?”
The woman turns to look at him, and sees the slight nod from one of the tradesman behind Richard, he's confirming the target as he'd just checked him against the photo they have of Richard. Smiling, she says, “Oh, yes, you can.” And steps towards him while holding out the piece of paper as her cape flourishes in the breeze, “I'm trying to find this person at this address, but can't understand the ornate way they’ve done the house numbers.” He bends his head down to look at the piece of paper. When he's in the right position the woman raises her other hand and sprays his face with a fast acting drug. She'd timed it well and the majority of the spray goes into his open mouth, as he'd been about to speak again. One of the tradesmen is holding up a large piece of board which blocks the view of Richard and the woman from most of the street while the other is grabbing Richard and pulling him into the van. Due to the board and the cape it's very doubtful anyone has seen anything suspicious.
The tradesman with the board places it back on top of his van and ties it down while the woman talks to the other tradesman. A moment later the tradesman pulls his head out of the van and talks to the woman while pointing at a building. Smiling, she turns and walks to the building indicated. Most of these buildings are flats now and the front doors are left unlocked during the day, so it's no problem for the woman to enter the building. As she heads up the stairs she pulls on latex gloves, then gets out Richard's keys her helper just handed her after getting them out of Richard’s pocket.
Making sure no one is watching, she enters his flat and shuts the door behind her. She's quick to pack two bags of clothes for Richard, and sets about preparing the flat to look like he’s gone on holidays. She already knows he doesn't have milk or papers delivered, so no notes needed there. She removes all the perishable food and places it in a third suitcase. No plants to water, just turn off the gas hot water heater, turn the fridge down, and a printed note for the landlady to keep his mail until his return in six or seven weeks. She's almost finished when there's a knock on the door.
She goes to the door and checks the peep hole, it's one of her people and he's dressed as a cab driver. She opens the door and points to three bags. The man motions for her to step to the side as he half steps in and says, “Only the three bags, sir? Right you are, I'll take these down to the cab and wait for you. But I wouldn't take too long, if I were you, sir. It'll take a while to get to the station in this traffic, and you don't want to miss your train, sir.” The woman had moved as soon as he motioned, and can now hear footstep on the stairs as someone is coming up them. With the three bags, one in each hand and one under his left arm, her associate turns and walks out the door, effectively blocking it from anyone trying to look in. The footsteps continue up to the next level as she quickly shuts the door behind the man. A short wait, until she hears a door open and close upstairs, then she's out the door and locking it behind her. Down the stairs and slips the note under the landlady's door before exiting the building and getting in her car, as the cab drives off with a man that looks like Richard in the back seat.
Richard wakes up to the feel of rough wood under his bare skin, and a cool atmosphere. With care he raises his head, as he remembers being drugged and kidnapped. He looks about, to see he's in a BDSM torture chamber. Looking down his body he sees he's naked. Hearing some footsteps he turns to see the woman he'd spoken to at the kidnap site walk up. She's a delicious sight, as her attire consists of a very small uplift bra in black leather; it makes her already large breasts look huge. He stares at the huge and firm conical shapes as she approaches him; he enjoys watching them bounce a little as she walks. She has on a black leather skirt that's tight at the hips and flares out as it makes it's way down to her knees. Below there he can see black fishnet stockings and he makes a mental bet she has a black garter belt on. He has a high pain threshold and fancies himself as a very tough character, so he's sure he'll end up getting the better of this bitch, just like he’s getting the better of those bastards at the Academy.
Smiling as she walks up to him in her training centre she says, “I'm sure you must be feeling a bit cool, as I maintain the air-conditioning in here at eighteen degrees centigrade so no one overheats when things start to warm up. And, yes, I do have on a black garter belt, that's what you were just thinking, wasn't it?” His eyes go wide at her remark, as he wonders how she knew that. “I don't have to be a mind reader to know how a small minded piece of shit like you thinks. Don't worry, I'm sure you think of yourself as a very tough fellow who can take anything I dish out to you, but I know I'll soon have you well trained as a cock sucking sperm junkie of a slave.” He just glares his response to her as she leans over and rubs her breasts along his chest, “Have no fear, you WILL be a slave before you leave here. Oh, your new name is Rectum, or Rec for short, so pay attention and make sure you answer to it when called. Or you'll be punished, and you won't like any of my punishments. I often train slaves for myself and my facility upstairs, but you're special, as I'm being paid to train you for someone else. I always give my slaves numbers, which I issue in order. I only ever issue a number once, and I'm currently up to number thirty-two, but I only have twenty-five slaves now, as some proved to be disappointments and misbehaved too much, so I had to terminate their contracts. Since my slave contracts are for life, I'm sure you can guess how I terminated their contracts. It's an interesting feeling to be fucking someone as they buck while choking to death, very interesting.” Richard is starting to worry a bit. “I hear you're an arrogant little arse hole with lots of old money and power, and I'll bet you think you can recover from this and get back at me. Well, I have a little demonstration planned to show you you're wrong on all counts.”
Going to the wall she activates an intercom and says, “Biggus to training room one.” Smiling, she turns back to Richard, “I do so love Monty Python, and they gave me inspiration for the house names for most of my paid staff.”
A dark haired man of average height and build walks in and up to the woman, saying, “You sent for me, Madam?” Richard can easily hear the capital 'M' in the word Madam.
“Yes, Biggus. We have a new toy to train, and I wish to have your help in a demonstration. Please show him why we call you Biggus.” With a large grin the man grabs his loose pants and rips them off. As they come away Richard can see the Velcro strips on the side and groin that allowed this to happen. Very soon he's bug eyed while looking at something else. She walks over and starts to stroke the man's dick as she says, “I named him Biggus, after Biggus Dickus in Monty Python's Life of Brian, as I've never seen or heard of a bigger dick than this one, it's 450 mm long and 75 mm wide when fully erect. With Viagra he can keep it up for hours at a time. Before your training is over you'll be deep-throating this delicious dick.” She drops to her knees and licks his dick before taking it in her mouth and slowly feeding it down her throat until her nose is in his pubic hair. Pulling back off it she stands, saying, “I'm going to so enjoy watching you do that until he comes in your throat.”
She walks over to the intercom and pushes a button, saying, “Thirty to training room one.” Turning to him she says, “You'll love number Thirty. I'm going to have him help with your training. He thought himself a very tough person with a high pain threshold, but is now very well trained. Like you, he comes from a very old and well established family with lots of power and money. He made the mistake of really pissing me off one day, so now he's my slave.”
Bare feet can be heard fast approaching the table, and a young man passes by Richard. He stops and drops to his knees with his head bowed. From his position on the table Richard can't see him at all. From what the woman said he realises he should know the man. She places her hand on the man's head as she says, “Rectum, my name is Madam, and you will use my name every time you speak to me, every time, or you'll be punished. You'll suffer many pains and injuries as part of your training, but they'll be as nothing to being punished, and don't speak without permission.“ Looking down she says, “Thirty, give Biggus a good blow job and keep your mouth full of his sperm.”
The man is fast as he knee walks to Biggus, and starts to lick and suck on the huge dick before him. Very soon he has the whole dick down his throat as he deep throats it. Thirty is at a slight angle to Richard and he can't see down too well; but from what he can see the profile looks a little bit familiar. Several minutes later Biggus grabs the man's head and holds it still while he gives him a face fuck for several strokes before moaning as he comes in the man's throat. Then he pulls out to finish coming in Thirty's mouth, to give him the required load. She walks over and strokes the man's head as she says, “The toy on the table is Rectum. You'll now stand and go to Rectum. You'll kiss him with an open mouth and pass the sperm into his mouth. You may not open your mouth until after you've made him open his.” The man nods.
While she spoke Richard made a mental promise to keep his mouth shut. He almost breaks the promise when the man turns around and he recognises one of his closest cousins, Robert, as he walks towards the table. It's clear Robert recognises him, as he smiles at Richard. Thirty leans down and places his lips against Richard's. When the mouth doesn't open he slips his right hand down to grab a small hand full of hairs on Richard's balls, and pull his hand away fast. The hairs are pulled out by the roots and it's very painful. Forgetting his mental promise, Richard opens his mouth to scream; only to be met by Thirty opening his mouth and releasing a huge load of sperm from his mouth into Richard's mouth. With their two mouths locked open and gravity helping to move the sperm into his, Richard has only two choices, choke or swallow. Thirty's tongue flows into his to tickle his tongue and mouth. Before he realises what he's doing, he's swallowing the sperm and hating every drop of it, as he hates his cousin for doing this to him.
“Thirty, you may have a special treat. Clean out Rectum's arse and show him what a slave's arse is used for.” Richard's eyes go wide as his cousin moves to the side to bring a portable enema outfit over, and starts to give him an enema by force. “Biggus, you may return to your other duties for now, thank you.”
“You're welcome, Madam.” He turns to walk away, after putting his shorts back together and back on.
Several minutes later Richard's arse is very sore from fighting against the enema, which did him no good, and he's watching his cousin grease up his stiff dick as he gets ready to fuck Richard's arse. She says, “Rectum, I suggest you relax and let him do this, as the more you tense up the more it'll hurt you.” The advice is ignored, and he screams as Robert's thin dick penetrates his arse. After he's been arse fucked for twenty minutes he wonders how his cousin can keep it up, when she says, “Thirty, you may release the clamp and come now.” Almost at once, Richard's bowels are filled with warm sperm as his cousin comes in him. It hurts like hell, but he'll be damned if he'll cry or yell before this bitch. “Flip him, Thirty.”
Richard wonders what this means, when he feels the table fall from under him and he's left hanging by his wrists and ankles which are well attached to a wooden three sided box frame. The frame pivots in the centre of the sides as Robert pushes down on it. Richard’s arms come up and over, to be where his feet had been and he’s now face down. He watches the table lift up, and realises, for the first time, that it isn't a table so much as a wooden 'X' with a central rectangle. He's now face down with his dick and head hanging into space. Before this his arse was hanging out as if it was off the end of the table. Walking to the other end, Robert returns with a padded stool to place under Richard's face. As it slides into place Richard realises it isn't a stool, but a small and well padded toilet seat placed on stool legs. Looking down he can see the leather ends of a whip on the floor at the woman's feet. She says, “Rectum, thank Thirty and me for feeding you such lovely sperm.”
He replies, “Fuck you, bitch.”
“Oh dear, but it's not as if we didn't expect it. Here, Thirty, give him ten lashes.” Thirty takes the whip and puts a very good effort in lashing the whip across Richard's arse. He can feel the welts rising with the first strike. The short request and answer is repeated, with the same result. This happens fifteen times. After Richard's entire back has been turned into a sea of welts from the 150 hard lashes with the four strand whip she says, “Such wilful disobedience deserves a real punishment.”
Richard is flipped back over, and when the frame is brought up to takes his weight he screams with the pain it causes. Now he's crying and wondering what's next. She ties a leather strip around the head of his dick and runs the other end up through a ring on the leather collar he has on; he hadn't realised they'd put a collar on him until then. She pulls the strip tight and his dick is stretched out up along his belly; so much it hurts. She ties the strip tight and steps back as she waves at him, saying, “Fifteen lashes to his dick and balls.” With a huge grin Thirty brings the whip down hard across Richard’s dick, he screams with the pain. The next hit is across the head of his dick and one lash hits the very tip of it, he screams louder, as he suffers the worst pain he's ever felt and thinks nothing could hurt worse than this. Robert soon proves him wrong, as the next lash crashes down across his balls for another new high in pain. Crying and screaming with the pain, Richard watches Robert move and turn a little. The whip comes down, and Richard arches upward as the pain increases again due to the whip striking down along the length of his dick to wrap down and around his balls, and the whip tip flicks against his arse hole. Richard is very hoarse from his screams by the time the fifteen lashes are over. Again, the question, and he abuses them. She says, “Thirty, the tickler now”
Thirty returns with a box, reaching in, he comes out with a collection of leads. With a big grin Thirty holds up one lead, it looks like a probe thermometer to measure the inside of meat when cooking a roast. This 2 mm diameter ceramic pole is about 60 mm long with the very tip being gold and a sort of round gold cap about 10 mm in diameter at the back end. He's wondering what this is for when Thirty grabs hold of Richard's dick and starts to work the probe into his piss hole. He squirms and screams, but Thirty soon has the whole probe pushed into his dick, with the cap pushed up tight against the tip of his dick and a wire laying across his stomach. Next is a bigger version of this, 50 mm in diameter and 200 mm long; it's shoved up his arse. Thirty shows him a pair of chamois cups with a lot of small gold pins stuck through them, these are soon tied around his balls. These are followed by two gold alligator clips attached to his nipples. All have wires from them.
The last item is a power box that converts the mains AC power to twelve volt direct current. All the items are plug into it by Thirty as she says, “This little device can deliver a nice range of electrical jolts varying in power level and length. The dick probe is the negative and the others are positive terminals. The internal computer uses a nice random program to decide the power level, length, choice of positive terminals, and number of terminals. All I do is set the timer and turn it on. I can't even stop it until the timer runs out. A delicious device, isn't it?” She nods at Thirty as she says, “Five minutes to start with. Don't worry, the highest charge isn't enough to do any permanent physical damage.” She frowns, and half says, “At least, I don't think it is?”
She steps back as Thirty hits the start button, and Richard screams as a fierce jolt of power surges through his arse and nipples to his dick. He glares at his two tormentors, who just smile. Every few seconds another jolt surges through his body to his dick, no regular order, no set level, no set duration. The random process of charge size, length, and location makes it very hard for him to prepare for the next one. He screams with each surge passing through him. A buzzer sounds and she asks the question; in a very ragged breath he abuses her again.
She smiles and says “Thirty, flip and tie now.” After removing the tickler they reset the table so his legs are together, and tie him up. His balls and dick are held between his thighs as they do this. They're very painfully squashed by the ties holding his legs together at mid-thigh, above the knee, below the knee, mid-calf, and ankle. She walks over, “Thirty will now punish you with the Tenderiser. He'll continue to do so until you address me by my name, as you call yourself by your new name and beg me to let you suck the dicks of Thirty and Biggus to be followed by me fucking you, do you understand?” He just glares at her.
She turns his head to look to the side. Thirty is standing there with an odd looking stick and a watermelon on a stool. Thirty lifts the stick, it's a metre long and made of Cyprus Pine, by the look and smell of it. The stick handle is about 200 mm long and 50 mm in width, with a rubber grip on it. The main part is only 25 mm wide and halfway down its length is a brass hinge holding a bar of brass to the stick, it's 25 mm wide by 10 mm deep and 500 mm long. Thirty lifts the stick and swings it about. The wood moves with his hand, but the brass is slow to follow because of the extra mass and the hinge lets it swing. When his hand stops it takes a moment for the brass to catch up to the stick, and it does so with a resounding ‘whack’ that makes the stick move again. Thirty gives the table a moderate hit, and there's a loud ‘whack’ when the stick hits, followed a few seconds later with a much louder ‘whack’ as the brass catches up. He lifts the stick and gives the melon a light blow. The stick hits and the melon shivers a little. But when the brass catches up the melon shatters from the impact.
Thirty turns and looks at the woman, he cocks his head to the side. She looks at him for a moment, saying, “Yes, you may speak, Thirty.”
“Madam, may I address Rectum? As I'm sure you know, he's my cousin.” She nods her head, and Thirty turns to him. “Rectum, the only reason I'm here is because you and your brothers forced me to join in your whipping games as children, and then drew me into your crowd. This lead me to other mistakes that ended up here. I'm glad you're here. Also, I'm glad to help Madam train you and would love to train the rest of your crowd. I know, from a very personal experience, exactly how much this hurts, and I'm going to enjoy making it hurt you. I doubt you'll enjoy what's about to happen, but I will.”
She says, “Enough small talk, get on with it.”
Thirty moves to stand a half pace to Richard's left, and level with his feet. Holding the stick out to his right he swings it through ninety degrees until the wood hits Richard's feet across the instep of both feet. At the time of initial contact the brass strip has only moved a hand's width. The pain of the stick is great and it causes Richard's thighs to flex, making his balls and dick hurt more. He struggles hard not to scream, and then the brass catches up about a second or two later. The pain this causes makes everything before now seem like nothing has happened to hurt him until now. His scream echoes off all four walls of the large chamber. Thirty pulls the stick back and swings again. Richard hasn't finished with his first scream when the next hit strikes. For fifteen minutes Thirty swings the Tenderiser at a rate of one stroke every thirty seconds. On the thirty-fifth stroke Richard yells out, “Please, Madam, please let Rectum suck the dicks of Thirty and Biggus. Please let Rectum be fucked by Madam. Please, Madam.” He's sobbing uncontrollably and ready to do anything anyone wants, just to make the pain stop. His feet are throbbing and feel like they’re ten times normal size.
Madam signals for Thirty to stop, and walks over to him. She looks down at him and says, “You will now do anything and everything I or any other Master or Mistress tells you to?”
Totally broken, he says, “Yes, Madam, Rectum exists only to serve you and any others you direct me to serve, in any way you wish.”
Smiling, she says, “Hearing you scream in pain arouses me. I wish to be aroused again. I wish to hear you scream in pain for my pleasure. Beg me to order Thirty to strike twice more, solely so you can give me pleasure by your screams.”
In a voice totally devoid of any emotion he says, “Please, Madam, let Rectum give you pleasure by having Thirty strike me twice more with the Tenderiser.” Smiling, she steps back as she nods at Thirty. Twice more he strikes. Twice more Rectum's screams echo from the walls. Another nod, a different nod, and Thirty places the Tenderiser on a bench before he walks over and places his stiff dick on Rectum’s lips. Rectum opens his mouth and starts to suck as Thirty instructs him on how to suck a cock. Thirty smiles as Rectum follows his instructions. Just as Thirty is coming in Rectum's mouth Biggus appears again, he'd been summoned by Madam. Rectum follows the new instructions and works hard at deep-throating this dick, but has troubles. They settle for a basic blow job, and he's soon drinking sperm direct from the dick of Biggus. The table is rearranged and Rectum's legs are spread wide as Madam prepares him to be fucked by Madam. She hands Biggus and Thirty a cream to be applied to Rectum’s feet when ordered to. Smiling at Rectum, Madam steps between his legs to play with his dick and balls. Madam lies on him to kiss him and rub Madam's tits along his body. Despite everything, his dick is stiff and ready when Madam slides a dick clamp in place. Madam moves to the side and motions Thirty in; gulping, Rectum realises he's to be fucked by Thirty, and probably Biggus before Madam fucks him, he resigns himself to this. Thirty greases up Rectum's arse hole and slides in to fuck him for several minutes. He pulls out, to be replaced by Biggus, who only slides half his length into Rectum's arse.
Madam smiles at him and says, “Good boy, you're a good boy now,” as she plays with his dick. He smiles when Madam says, “Now it's my turn. I'll just slip my skirt and panties outfit off. It's so much more convenient to have one garment do both functions.” Madam undoes the sides of the skirt and lets it fall to the floor. Sure enough, Madam is wearing a black leather garter belt. He moves his eyes to look at Madam's groin, and the very last vestiges of any independence or will power go screaming from his mind as he focuses on Madam's 260 mm long by 110 mm wide dick. Rectum's throat opens wide as he screams himself hoarse while the she-male called Madam shoves its huge dick up his arse and sets about giving him a very thorough fucking. After five minutes Rectum stops bucking and Madam orders the creams to be applied. The fire from the much abused feet gives Rectum renewed energy as the Deep Heat cream is rubbed into his sore feet, and he bucks harder than ever in vain attempts to escape his punishment, while his screams sets new heights for pitch and length of note. Twice more the cream is applied before Madam decides it's enough and releases the dick clamp to fill his bowls with Madam's sperm.
Pulling out of Rectum's arse Madam walks around the table and presents the huge dick for sucking. It's way to wide to fit in his mouth, so Rectum can only works his tongue all over the dick. When Madam is ready to come again Rectum's head is held still with his mouth centred over the piss hole until Madam's load of sperm has been received and swallowed. Looking down as Rectum swallows Madam thinks, ‘Now he's finally given up all thoughts of fighting, and accepts his true fate.’
Stepping back from Rectum, Madam says, “You were right, Thirty, he doesn't have any guts at all. He didn't last a quarter of the time you did. You may take him with you to be fully trained by you and Twenty-seven, as you asked. Make sure he doesn't escape, and stick to the training program, any deviation and you'll be well punished. Understand?”
“Yes, Madam, I understand fully. We'll not be abusive, at least no more than as required by the training program. But I do hope we're allowed to enjoy applying the training program to Rectum.”
“Yes, you may enjoy being his trainers. Now take him away and clean him up while I check how well that was all recorded. Make sure you film all his training and daily activities, the client wants film of it all.” Thirty smiles, and nods receipt of his orders as he and Biggus carry Rectum away.
Going upstairs, Madam walks into a large room full of monitors and special equipment. Standing at the back of the room Madam watches the video replay of the training session run through on twenty monitors at five times normal speed while five technicians discuss which would be the best views for certain bits and which should show multiple views. Smiling, Madam decides they'll get it right, and leaves.
The next day the lead technician walks into Madam's office and hands over two DVD discs. The three hours of training had been recorded from twenty different monitors, and these two DVDs are the results of several hours of editing of the session to give a five hour film with the faces of everyone except Rectum distorted. Later the client will get a full copy of everything, this is just an edited version to let the client know how well things are going.
Three days later, while the police are still sifting through the Academy buildings, Mr Spelling comes home with a DVD jewel case in his briefcase; it was delivered to him today by hand courier. Once home he calls his family together and they sit down to watch it. Although they feel Richard deserves all the pain and suffering, they’re turned off by the extreme whipping and beatings. But the final scene where they watch Richard's face collapse as he realise exactly what Madam is and is then fucked by such a huge dick is such a turn on they follow it with a nice family orgy as Veronica and her mother spend a long time taking turns riding Mr Spelling's mouth and dick.